Chapter 728 My bet is to marry you

  She knows that men are always obsessed, especially when it comes to her matters, they pay 100% attention. He has lost twice in the matter of marriage proposal. Although I didn't regret it afterwards, I followed the rules and didn't mention it again, but I definitely kept it in my heart.

  However, under this situation, Qin Qing still feels romantic when hearing this bet, which is more touching than any flower ring.

   So she bends the corners of her eyes, smiles lightly and promises: "Okay."

  The sound fell, and the whip in her hand had already been thrown out, and the barbed chain was embedded in the skin, and gently pulled back, and a bunch of blood showered in the rain.

Feng Yan's shots are also not slow, especially, the professional skills of the soldiers combined with the arrogant strength, the person has been snapped and twisted his neck as soon as he arrived, and he just raised his foot and kicked it out at the right angle. The middle spleen, not even a drop of blood on the trouser legs.

  Although these people have lost their minds, they all have only elementary combat power. Under the circular combat mode where the two are back-to-back tacitly, harvesting heads is as easy as straw.

  In less than twenty minutes, the test product that can be called a zombie downstairs has become a real corpse, lying in the garden everywhere.

When    stood under the eaves, Qin Qing shook the blood on the whip, raised an eyebrow and reported a number, "Forty-eight."

  Feng Yan was silent for a while, wiped the rain off his face, his expression was not very good, and he reluctantly said in a deep voice, "Forty-seven."

  There is one less than the girl.

  Qin Qing brows eyebrows, looked up at him, teasing: "Major General, you have lost again."

   "..." Feng Yan rarely showed a look of helplessness. He loved and hated the girl in front of him, but after all he was so cruel to force her, he could only spit out two words, "Next time."

  Next time, he will definitely not lose again.

"Hehe, I haven't said my bet yet." Qin Qing was amused by his stubborn appearance, playing with a taste, the next second he stretched out his hand and pulled the other party's wet suit collar down, very accurate. He printed his lips, "My bet is to marry you."

  You cannot propose marriage if you lose, but I have the right to marry you.

  Feng Yan was stunned, holding her waist with both hands subconsciously, and replied very honestly and quickly: "I promise you."

  "..." Qin Qing flushed, bit her lip, and wanted to correct the other party what it means to be modest, but after thinking about it, she couldn't bear to destroy the atmosphere, so she simply buried her face in the other party's Yue Xiong's mouth.

  She knew that Feng Yan's skills were better than her, but just now, just to protect her, she had been warding off attacks intentionally or unintentionally, which slowed her hands and feet.

  This result is actually the fairest.

  However, that being said...

"After I go back, I will immediately make a marriage report." A man who has always had no romantic cells can not realize the shy mood of the girl in his arms at this moment. .

Qin Qing couldn't laugh or cry and wanted to make a joke, but thinking about the rain, the corpses piled up outside and the difficulties that will be faced later, she felt softhearted and could only lean in the arms of the other party and whispered: "Okay, listen to you. of."

   Hearing the words, the strength of the big hands on the waist deepened a bit, as if she was about to melt her into the bones and blood as if tightly embedded in her chest.

   "Ha ha..." Qin Qing laughed out loud when she heard the man for the first time.

  She curled her mouth, closed her eyes lightly, listening to the tremor in her chest amidst the ups and downs of laughter, and raised a smile called happiness.

  After staying for a few minutes in this tense atmosphere, they opened the door of the villa under the eaves.

The heavy brown door slowly opened, and what you saw was the European home style of the Middle Ages, with Scottish carpets, Van Gogh's oil paintings hanging on the walls, the fire crackling in the fireplace, and the temperature of the whole room raining. Both of them felt their limbs gradually warmed up.

  On the rocking chair next to the fireplace, Qin Yuzheng was pouring herself with a glass of red wine contentedly. The swaying rhythm of the recliner made her squint her eyes slightly, revealing a drowsy and comfortable expression.

"I should have guessed that Fan Hong has been in power in Macau for 20 years. It is impossible for the Qin Qing and the Song family to be defeated so easily. Sure enough, the major general Feng is indispensable." Qin Yu sighed slowly. Tone, half-opened eyes and tilted their heads to look at the two people at the door, her face was a little distorted and unnatural, set off by the fire in the fireplace.

   "She sucked, poison." Feng Yan saw the other party's addiction and gentleman's symptoms at a glance, and vigilant in his heart, he stood sideways in front of the girl.

Upon seeing this, Qin Yu laughed idiotically, "Hehe, I am inferior to her. All of you will abandon me. The person you want to marry in the contract is obviously me. Even the old silly group of the Presbyterians The same, ignoring my true value, I think you despise me because you haven't seen my skills."

  Having just injected the medicine, Qin Yu, who is currently in the central nervous system, was already in a state of imagination.

  Feng Yan and Qin Qing tried to get close to her, but unfortunately they didn't take two steps before they were stared at by their gloomy eyes.

"Did you forget that I still have a handle in my hand? The antidote to that virus is only my hand. The incubation period of Feng Yan is approaching. He can't last long, otherwise you think Mr. Feng will let you come to Las Vegas. "Qin Yu played with the wine glass in his hand, as if thinking of something funny, a flash of excitement flashed across his eyes, "Do you know why there is this contract? Because I met Feng Yan four years ago. He was. Tall and strong, like an unsheathed sword, with the wildness to cut everything. The first time I saw him, I thought he was my Mrright. Unfortunately, you definitely don’t remember me. Your sister just died. Your spiritual world has collapsed, the virus broke out early, and I have to hypnotize you."

  From the memories she described, Qin Qing and Feng Yan both thought of the memory that was missing for three months. So far, no record of Feng Yan's three months can be found in the high-level archives.

  It turned out that he was hypnotized by Qin Yu.

   "What did you do to him?" Qin Qing became more and more uneasy, and couldn't help walking out from behind the man, facing Qin Yu on the couch.

  The opponent can be so confident, there must be a future move.

Qin Yu glanced at her with a slanted eye, and a weird smile popped up at the corners of her mouth. A pair of lips that were very similar to her gently opened, exhaling like blue, "Nothing, just put something in his central nervous system at the time. , Set up some new equipment for the virus. Look..."

   Generally speaking, she picked up something similar to a remote control from the table next to her.

   "Like this, just one tap."

  (End of this chapter)

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