Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Su Qiao stood up slowly with her hands on the ground.

It is not difficult for her to break the life-changing spell, but her body is too useless.

Normally, she would have been completely cold after finishing the exercise, her breathing would be filled with ice slag, and she would collapse on the spot from exhaustion. She would have to sleep for at least twenty-four hours to recover.

But today, she didn't feel so tired...

Su Qiao immediately figured out the reason.

She turned back and looked at Shen Xiujin on the sofa behind her.

The man leaned on the sofa lazily and casually, with one arm bent to support his forehead, and he closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

He is like her own sun, her own charger. As long as she is close to him, she can be healed.

Su Qiao walked towards Shen Xiujin softly and squatted in front of Shen Xiujin, breathing lightly for fear of waking him up.

He has a very nice smell, like the warm winter sun baking on the precious sandalwood, which is cold and quiet.

Su Qiao dragged her chin with her hand and leaned forward, slowly approaching Shen Xiujin, feeling warmth wash over her face.

This was the first time she saw Shen Xiujin sleeping.

He is obviously a person with such a bad temper, and should stay away from strangers when he is awake, but now that he is asleep, he has shed the ice knife-like aura from his body, and his eyes are a circle of tired light blue, showing a bit of exhaustion. .

At this moment, Su Qiao felt that Shen Xiujin looked like a human being.

A normal person who gets tired.

He didn't know what he was dreaming about, and his brows wrinkled slightly.

Su Qiao stretched out her hand out of nowhere, trying to rub away the wrinkles for him, but as soon as her cold fingertips fell, Shen Xiujin suddenly opened her eyes. At the same time, his big hand grabbed her wrist, turned her over and pressed her hard. On the coffee table.

With his other hand, he took out the gun under the coffee table, and the black muzzle of the gun poked Su Qiao's forehead.

The whole set of movements is done in one go, completely relying on instinct...

What kind of experience can make a person so alert in his sleep?

Su Qiao looked at Shen Xiujin's eyes covered with red bloodshot eyes, which were full of cold wariness and endless violence... and a hint of fear.

"Mr. Shen, it's me..."

It was only at this moment that Shen Xiujin seemed to see her face clearly.

Shen Xiujin unlatched the safety of the pistol and moved it away from her head inch by inch. Shen Xiujin fell back on the sofa and pinched the center of her eyebrows with her long fingers, her face not looking good.

"Don't come near me when I'm sleeping in the future." His eyes were stern, "Otherwise, I'll make a hole in your head."

Su Qiao rubbed her waist, which was aching from the cold corners of the coffee table, and sat next to Shen Xiujin without any fear.

"Mr. Shen, did you have a nightmare just now?"

That dream scared him...

She was a little curious, what on earth would someone like Shen Xiujin be afraid of?

Shen Xiujin naturally didn't plan to tell her.

He simply ignored her words, glanced at the gossip diagram left on the floor, and asked casually: "Is the battle over?"

"Well, it's a pity that I couldn't kill that evil cultivator with thunder." Su Qiao felt regretful, and her face became serious, "Mr. Shen, that evil cultivator who was fighting with me, and Shen Changzong's little wife - Lin Xiaoyun, invited you and me to harm you. The wife’s should be the same one…”

Su Qiao also told the story of how Li Suisui and five other people were bullied by Huang Zunyan and the rich second generation in Dilan High School, and were eventually brutally killed in exchange for their lives.

Shen Xiujin listened indifferently, playing with a lighter in his hand. The firelight made the sculptured face look indifferent and almost cold-blooded.

He has long since lost such a thing as compassion.

However, revenge must be retaliated, and it has always been Shen Xiujin's style of doing things.

He won't let one go!

Just when Shen Xiujin was distracted, his sleeves were tugged.

He raised his eyes and met Su Qiao's expectant face.

"Mr. Shen, I'm done now, let's go to bed together!"

Shen Xiujin: "..."