"Brother, I don't care what you do, but you can't use my shoes as a hidden weapon? Now, what do you want me to wear?" Ji Tiantian gave Qiuqiu face, which does not mean that Nannan also gave Qiuqiu the same face. Speaking of her shoes, the little girl's tone was very bad.

"Uh... sister, don't be angry, I just pick up the shoes for you!" Hearing his sister's words, Qiuqiu couldn't pretend to be weak anymore. In the eyes of others, he might be able to pretend, but in the eyes of his family, he didn't act so pitiful. Especially in front of his sister Nannan, he was the eldest brother, and he could only protect his sister, so how could he let his sister suffer grievances?

After all, it was no longer authentic to take off Nannan's shoes and use them as hidden weapons. If he makes his sister angry, he will be shameless to go back to see the mothers at home.

Qiuqiu smiled dryly and slid down from Ji Tiantian's body, talking to his sister with a flattering smile. Seeing Nannan kick off the ground, maintaining the golden rooster's independent rack, he ran away hurriedly and picked up Nannan's shoes.

"Why do you do this?" The woman recovered when Qiuqiu walked past the female killer, stared at the little brat in front of her and asked with a frown.

"Why do you do this? In front of my family, wouldn't you scare my family? If you stay away from me, I won't meddle in other people's business! But you should also thank me. If someone else had changed, you wouldn't be as painful as you are now!"

Qiuqiu stood in front of the woman, looking up at the woman in front of him. It seemed that this posture made him very upset. Qiuqiu took a few steps back and looked at the woman in front of him in a daze. It would not be so laborious.

"Should I still thank you?" Although the woman did not feel the pain at first, she now felt powerless.

"It's no need to thank you. Speaking of which, I can only say that you are unlucky! Uncle Lin is my father and mother's friend. If you want to kill him, I can't watch! By the way, sister, if you are willing to tell us who came, I might help you!"

"Little kid, don't think about this idea. For me, if you can't complete the task, death is nothing! As for whom you want to know who sent me, then don't think about it anymore!"

"Brother, give me the shoes!" Nannan saw Qiuqiu picking up her shoes, but stood there and chatting with the killer. She jumped over in dissatisfaction and asked Qiuqiu for shoes.

Just as Nannan passed by the female killer, the woman used her last strength to pull out the deformed dagger on her chest, and then quickly put the dagger on Nannan's neck.

"Boy, maybe I can't deal with you, but you little sister have to pay the price for you!" The woman's face was ferocious. When she pulled out the dagger that was half exposed on her chest, the pain began to spread inside her body, and the feeling of death really enveloped her.

When the female killer grabbed the dagger in her hand, the dagger without a handle had a burning temperature. At this time, she understood why she was hit by a heart-wrenching knife but no drop of blood flowed out? The dagger was reshaped by the high temperature. The hot and hot temperature instantly ironed the blood vessels of the wound, so blood flowed out.

But this penetrating injury is fatal. The woman understands that when she goes into this industry, she will throw away her life one day. She just didn't expect that she would fall into the hands of a child!

Seeing that Nannan was held hostage by a killer, Ji Tiantian almost went crazy. Qiuqiu had the ability to protect himself, but Nannan had seen it since she was a child. She knew very well whether Nannan had Qiuqiu's ability beyond human understanding.

Now seeing his niece being held hostage by the killer, how could Ji Tiantian not be anxious?

Everyone was frightened by what happened suddenly. No one expected that Nannan would walk towards the ball and be held hostage by the killer. Ji Tiantian was very regretful for not being able to watch the child.

If something really happened to Nannan, then what kind of face does she have to face with Ji Tianyu, Dong Yu, Ji Dahai, Zhu Guiqin, grandpa and grandma?

Thinking of his family, Ji Tiantian didn't care whether he was in danger or not, so he rushed over.

"Miss Ji, if I were you, I wouldn't act rashly! Do you think yours is still my hand fast?" The female killer forced herself to hold her sword on the child's neck because Nannan was too short. She couldn't stand it, and because she couldn't hold on, she had to squat down and half-kneel on the ground.

When Ji Tiantian heard the killer's words, he looked at the knife that was lying on Nannan's neck. At the same time, Ji Tiantian's steps stopped and he took a few steps back.

"Don't hurt the child. If you have any requests, we will agree to you!" Ji Tiantian stared at Nannan tightly, and his heart was so scared that he was jumping around.

"Request? Miss Ji wouldn't think that I am like this now, what else do I have? I didn't ask for it, I just hope that I can have someone to accompany you when I die!" The female killer said with a ferocious face.

As a killer, she has a very subtle feeling about life and death, and she has a nearly intuitive feeling for others and herself. When Qiuqiu's knife penetrated her body, she knew that she could not leave here alive! Not to mention that no one could save herself, even if someone rescued her, she would not have the chance to survive.

Although this knife did not make her feel much pain, the position of the knife made her clearly know that her heart had been cut open. She did not die immediately, it was just because the heat on the knife made the wound solidify, but that did not mean that her heart was penetrated and she could still survive!

Death is an unchangeable thing. In this case, she naturally no longer thinks about how to escape, because she knows that even if she really rushed out with all her might, she would not be able to survive. Since this is the case, why bother to find the consequences of her own? It would be better to do this!

Since it was the Ji family who had disturbed their own good things, they had to bury him with him. A trace of resentment flashed in the female killer's eyes.

No matter how many people are in her hands, she still doesn't want to die when it's her turn! No one can really ignore death, and can really welcome death with a smile! If we can do that, what kind of enlightenment would it be? What kind of thinking state would it be?

Perhaps someone can do this and really see through life and death, but for the killer in front of her, she obviously does not have this.
Chapter completed!