Idols?


    Liu Qian glanced at the corpse on the ground, and a cold smile gradually appeared in the corner of his mouth. He didn''t expect that someone else had seen the video of his violent aesthetics performance. It seems that this Zhouyi is not a simple character. Maybe it has something to do with mercenaries.


    Goo, goo, goo——


    At this time, there was a sound of swallowing around. Almost all the prisoners on the scene were wide eyed. What happened to NIMA? They were killed?


    Although Liu Qian''s method is frightening and thrilling just at a glance, it has to be said that his method is really a bit beautiful, especially the method of stabbing at least 100 knives on the body of Zhouyi in a row, which is a magic skill.


    It''s a miracle to know that almost every knife of Liu Qian''s goes directly into the handle of the knife. In this way, people will not die and they can still talk. Let all the more than 100 knives pierce through. It''s a miracle to say that any knife will die.


    Perhaps, it can be called the miracle of violence!


    Compared with Zhouyi, Liu Qian''s aesthetics of violence is just like a trick between adults and children. No wonder Zhouyi''s death is so tragic.


    He threw two daggers on the ground, and Liu Qian went back to the place where he was sitting at the beginning and continued to cat, but the cigarette butt at the corner of his mouth was burning all the time, and Miaomiao light smoke was flying slowly.


    The prisoners around, seeing that Liu Qian didn''t intend to bring disaster to the fish in the pond, sat on the ground one by one.


    Nervous, tenima nervous!


    If this master really does it, it is estimated that the prisoners in the No.1 warehouse will have a miserable fate, just like the sows waiting to be slaughtered in the pigsty.


    At this time, no one dares to look at Liu Qian, because his eyes are still red. It can be imagined that Liu Qian''s anger has not completely dissipated.


    All the prisoners have never been so honest. They all shrink in the corner one by one and try to stay away from Liu Qian as far as possible. If people in this world have to keep a distance, I''m afraid these prisoners would like to stay away from Liu Qian as far as possible.


    Crunching——


    "What''s going on, what''s going on!"


    Just at this time, the big "door" of the cell suddenly opened, only to see more than a dozen prison guards rushing in together, with many policemen. But when they stormed in one by one, ready to help Liu Qian collect the body, they saw Zhou Yi''s body on the ground, one by one standing in the same place.


    What''s going on?


    Nima, this situation is not quite right. It''s one of the eight Dharma protectors of Zhouyi, the crazy lion sect. Is it hard to achieve such a belch?


    One by one, they swallowed their saliva, looked at the corpses of Zhou Yi on the ground, and looked at Liu Qian and NIMA, who were still smoking. The contrast between the movements and the stillness is really shocking.


    "What''s the matter? He just came in and died! "


    A prison guard spoke, but his voice was a little trembling. He admitted that he couldn''t even make a move in front of the book of changes, but it was such an existence that he died here inexplicably.


    Especially because of Zhou Yi''s identity, he himself came to revenge, and the target was Liu Qian. How dare these prison guards open the surveillance video? Therefore, there is no evidence, let alone the way to testify against Liu Qian.


    Even if there was a dagger on the ground, Liu Qian didn''t touch it with his hand at all. All he used was the cloth torn off his clothes“ Shit, talk to me


    A prison guard pointed to the group of prisoners on the ground and would teach them a lesson if he caught one. But when he saw the prisoners, everyone who dared to look up, even if they were all standing beside them, the prisoners still did not dare to say no.


    Because they have been scared out of their wits, Liu Qian''s means are too strong, and have gone beyond their cognitive scope.


    I''m afraid that even if the prison guards at the scene had guns, in the eyes of these prisoners, it was amazing to have guns. They didn''t even have knives. They could stab more than 100 knives into Zhou Yi''s body. If you don''t agree, go ahead!


    There is a fire in every prisoner''s heart. If the guards were not armed, I''m afraid they would have been in a riot!


    "Grass"


    "Take the body!"


    "Yes."


    A group of prison guards hummed. Even if one person dared to testify against Liu Qian, they would not hesitate to take out their guns and kill Liu Qian.


    But no one pointed out that although this was their territory, to be honest, none of the prison guards dared to move even if they had guns in their hands.


    Although they haven''t seen Liu Qian''s violence aesthetics, they don''t have to think about it. It''s just that Zhou Qian''s body on the ground is lying there, and his miserable death can be imagined by a fool. What kind of scene did he face just now.


    People are all "private". If they want to die, no one is willing to do it. At least they think so.


    It can be said that at this time, not only the prisoners, but also the prison guards and the following policemen, looking at Liu Qian, who was indifferent to smoking and in a daze, felt a touch of unspeakable fear in his heart.


    When they pulled out Zhou Yi''s body, the guards were almost scared to pee.


    Who is such a good tool? When you look at Zhou Yi''s body, one knife after another, each knife is very artistic, leaving an indelible wound on his body. If you just look at it, you will see the scene clearly in your mind.


    We can imagine what kind of violent attack this Zhouyi suffered at the beginning, and the faces of prison guards have changed!


    Nima, it''s just good that I didn''t do it. Otherwise, I don''t know who I am!


    After Zhou Yi''s body was taken away, the color of the sky gradually brightened up. Liu Qian spent the second night in No. 1 Labor warehouse. On the third day, he got up lazily.


    There are no so-called toiletries in the detention house, and Liu Qian doesn''t have the same treatment. However, he still stutters fresh and has a white face. He looks like a person in prison, but he just comes out of the bath.


    "Liu Qian, you can go out!"


    Just as all the prisoners, one by one, were wary of Liu Qian, a prison guard came in again and called Liu Qian to leave.


    "Let''s go first, everyone. Goodbye!"


    Liu Qian followed behind the prison guard and walked silently to the front door of the prison. With a red light in his eyes, he suddenly turned back.


    Nima, just with his sharp eyes, almost scared the prisoners out of heart disease. Fortunately, Liu Qian''s words didn''t make many "Yin" shadows in the hearts of these prisoners. Let''s go, let''s go, we''d better not see each other all our lives. When Liu Qian came out of the detention center and found a taxi to return to the villa, it was already noon.


    "Zixin, you are at home. I thought you went to the company."


    As soon as he got home, Liu Qian saw Han Zixin busy in the kitchen. Liu Qian, with a smile on his lips, quietly walked to the kitchen and hugged Han Zixin from behind. He felt the faint fragrance of beauty''s hair and couldn''t help sniffing twice.


    To tell you the truth, the smell in the detention house is too bad. Compared with Han Zixin, it''s just cloud mud. There''s no comparable "sex".


    "Come out, don''t make noise and have a meal."


    Han Zixin''s face "color" is a bit ugly, some tangled, but also some embarrassed. She seems very afraid that Liu Qian will see her like this. Han Zixin takes a deep breath. Even Liu Qian''s hands have been used to coming from behind her and climbing the peak bravely. She also pretends to smile and says, "the food will be ready soon. Go and wash your hands."


    "All right, all right."


    Liu Qian reluctantly let go of Han Zixin''s peak. After pinching his nose, he went to wash his hands.


    Han Zixin looked at Liu Qian''s back in a dazed way. For a moment, his "color" was a little complicated. A touch of bitterness and struggle appeared in his wonderful eyes.


    When Liu Qian came out of the bathroom to wash, Han Zixin sat quietly at the table and had already added food for Liu Qian.


    "Eat it, I made it myself!"


    Han Zixin gently smiles, and a touch of melancholy appears in her eyes.


    "You did it yourself. Are you sure you didn''t order takeout?"


    With a smile, Liu Qian took out his chopsticks and took a look at Han Zixin in front of him. He was not sure if he wanted to use chopsticks.


    "I hate it. I''m going to eat it!"


    Han Zixin lowers her head and holds a small bowl of rice in her arms. She lowers her head and picks it up. However, she secretly takes a look at Liu Qian.


    Liu Qian did not see any accident, sandwiched food to eat, action flowing.


    Han Zixin knew that the food she cooked was very bad, but she didn''t know why. When she saw that Liu Qian was still eating so delicious, her tears fell down and all fell on the rice.


    She tried not to cry as much as she could. While eating, she grabbed the rice mixed with tears. It was salty and bitter, but at this time, it was full of unspeakable happiness.


    This may be the best memory in my life!


    Han Zixin thought in his heart and said with a smile, "I''ll go to the company later. I may come back very late in the evening. Don''t wait for me."


    Han Zixin carefully wiped away the tears, while Liu Qian did not pay attention, turned away, that a pair of peerless posture, at this time is still gently trembling.


    If Liu Qian could see Han Zixin''s face at this time, he would surely see that there was a touch of determination in her "color", as if she wanted to do something special, as if she wanted to sacrifice herself. It''s just a pity that Liu Qian, for fear that Han Zixin would not have confidence to cook rice in the future, had to stick to her head and eat all the food she cooked“ Oh, go ahead. If you come back late at night, please call me and I''ll pick you up


    Liu Qian raised his chopsticks and answered. Han Zixin''s delicate body trembled and her tears fell down. She choked gently. After that, she carried her bag out of the door and a drop of tears fell inadvertently.