Her hand holding the knife was firmly attached to the neck of Oriental Poetry.
Dongfang Shiyu hurriedly ran over, and Feng Jin hugged her and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who are you" Fei Qing shouted, finally straightened up, and then grabbed the knife with both hands and pressed it hard.
The knife was still held in Yan Yanqi's hand, she was wearing special thickened gloves, her eyes were cold, she had long lost the posture of watching the show at the beginning, and she was full of seriousness.
The hand was slightly forced, and Yan Yanqi's hand holding the knife dragged forward, Fei Qing's feet were unstable, and he also fell forward.
Yan Yanqi raised his eyebrows, and in the quiet hall, a sneer could be heard from the young man.
Bo Qichen stood silently aside.
It's been a long time since I've seen her show her skills, hasn't it?
With a twist, Yan Yanqi let go, her body was almost suspended for dozens of centimeters, and then she saw her right foot accurately kicking Fei Qing's shoulder.
There was a scream in the hall, accompanied by many gasps.
Fei Qing's body slammed straight into the dining table, and the giant cake fell and smashed her, her face was covered with cream, and she was embarrassed.
"So handsome" In the crowd, some girls swallowed their saliva and said in a daze.
"I just sneaked a spot, she jumped from the third floor" "She's got a gun."
"She was the one who just shot."
Someone in the hall immediately began to talk.
Yan Yanqi stood firm, then picked up the handcuffs that had just been dropped by the police from the ground, and she walked towards Fei Qing, who was lying on the table floor in embarrassment.
The leather shoes stepped on the ground, sound after sound, exciting, and it was like a countdown to Fei Qing's life.
However, Yan Yanqi is still sensible, behind her is the gun she has been carrying, and the bullet number has also been changed.
It's just that she's useless.
There were a lot of children in the venue, so it was not good to see the bloody scene.
If you don't see blood, you don't see blood.
Not far away, Qiao Bei smiled knowingly, his eyes full of pride.
"It's worthy of our Qiao family, it's handsome."
He sighed.
As soon as her words came out, Lu Yu beside her raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, shook her head helplessly and smiled, which can be regarded as agreeing with his words.
Yan Yanqi's skills are good, the kind that can attract fans with just a simple action.
Yan Yan Qi is the most serious when he performs the task, so he is also exceptionally handsome.
This Lu Yu agrees and has no opinion.
On the side, Lu Jiushu was in a different mood from everyone else, his eyes had been staring closely at Yan Yanqi, and when he saw her coming down, his position also leaned forward, for fear that she would have something to deal with, so he stepped forward to help her.
Yan Yanqi walked to the dining table, then leaned over slightly, picked up the handcuffs, and spoke: "How about it, I was killed by you before shibnián, and you lay at my feet in embarrassment after shibnián."
How do you feel about Madame."
The last sentence is also extremely ironic.
All: “shibnián” "Ahh "Didn't the seventh master just say that she was there in bàozhà" "It's really a little master who doesn't die."
"So handsome, so handsome, I thought it was so handsome when I saw the photo before, I didn't expect it to be so good" "That look is so cold" “”: