The host wants to be human today

Chapter 477 The Young Master's Little Wife 41
He stood up abruptly, wanting to pounce on the man, but fell to the ground in the next second.

The iron chains on his hands and feet shook, and there was a tinkling sound.

Yan Mingda got up slowly, looking at him with fierce eyes, but he just stayed where he was and didn't move, obviously realized that he couldn't leave here.

He snorted, spit out the blood from his mouth indifferently, and just stared at him.

Until the man walked up to him step by step, the light in front of his eyes was completely blocked, but he suddenly smiled, his tone full of malice.

"It's very sad, isn't it? Then you will die at my hands, maybe you can see her again if this continues."

Gu Jing's footsteps paused, and he just looked down at him with a cold voice.

"You deserve to mention her too?"

Feeling a sudden coolness on the top of his head, Yan Mingda, who was sitting on the ground, laughed, and his mother staggered up, moved the muzzle of his gun to her heart, and looked directly at it.

"Gu Jing, do you dare to kill me?"

Not to mention that his own subordinates are already rushing this way, even foreign troops will definitely interfere in this matter.

After all, he is an important pawn now.

Killing him would cause a lot of trouble, would reason allow him to do so?

Thinking about it, he became more and more crazy and laughed.

"Hahaha, Gu Jing, Gu Jing, your wife died in my hands, but you didn't even dare to kill me. The person who killed her was not me, but you!"

The adjutant standing not far away frowned, wishing to go up and pull out his tongue, but because the man didn't speak, he had to stand where he was.

The most damning thing is that what the other party said is really reasonable, the current situation of the young commander is not suitable for war, it is really a headache.

Gu Jing stared at him quietly for a while, then suddenly kicked him, and when he fell to the ground, the cold military boots stepped on his fingers, grinding them slowly.

His calf was kicked, Yan Mingda subconsciously knelt on the ground, and when he realized he wanted to stand up, his hand was already stepped on.

The pain came inch by inch through his fingers, making his forehead gradually sweat.

He snorted, looked up at him, and smiled with difficulty.

"Why, are you angry?"

The other party was still expressionless, with long eyelashes drooping slightly, just staring at him.

This posture of being overlooked by others was too humiliating, Yan Mingda gritted his teeth angrily, wishing to pounce on him and tear him apart, but the pain came again, making him curl up uncontrollably.

The man glanced at him calmly, the pistol slowly moved to his left leg, and pressed down with his white gloved fingertips.

With a "bang", the bullet quickly sank into the body, and the people on the ground couldn't care about their hands anymore, their bodies throbbed in pain, and their vision was blurred.

Only when the other party withdrew his legs and was about to leave, his pale lips moved with a hint of sarcasm.

"You really dare not kill me."

After saying this, he couldn't hold on anymore, his head tilted and he passed out completely.

Seeing the man coming out, the adjutant was shocked and quickly lowered his head.

Then I heard the other party spit out two words lightly.

"Don't let him die."

Waiting for the little girl to come back to take revenge in person, the Young Marshal thought so.

The drooping long eyelashes trembled, he buckled the gun into his waist again, and walked away.

"Yes."

The adjutant responded subconsciously, and did not glance at the situation inside until the man left, snorted coldly, and ordered a few soldiers.

"Go and wake him up with salt water, continue to try those instruments of torture, and remember to find a military doctor to hang him."

Several soldiers nodded and turned to prepare things.

(End of this chapter)