Outright Favoritism Chapter 1194: : How do you say that is so irritating? !

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The Jackal was startled, but he still didn't realize what Siluo said. The man who always stood by the door wearing a mask shot directly and hit the Jackal in the knee.

The first shot of the gun was particularly harsh in the night, and the blood was splashing all over. Shi Luo moved aside two steps disgustedly, "The blood is on my body, you can't hit him on the forehead?"

"It's not blood if you hit him on the forehead and hit you."

The moment the man took off the mask, Zong Zhan's handsome face with a cold outline and implied sullenness was revealed.

The jackal was shot, but he held on to the wall without saying a word, and slowly raised his head to look at Zong Zhan, "Zong, San, Lord..."

"Go away or do I give you three shots in the forehead?"

Siluo raised her eyelids steeply, and gritted her teeth to examine Zong Zhan.

On such occasions, she can't say much to prevent the jackal from grabbing the handle.

But the question is, Zong Zhan actually wants to let him go?

Does this dog know what trading chain is behind Jackal?

The jackal doesn't seem to be sensitive to pain, even if he is shot in the knee, he can still stand upright.

He put away the silencer gun, his eyes were murderous like the stormy waves, "San Ye Zong, let the tiger go back to the mountain today, are you afraid of our revenge in the future?"

"Dare to let you go back, I am sure I can take you away." Zong Zhan touched the tip of his nose and raised the corner of his mouth angrily, "Tell you boss, I will play with him slowly. Go away."

The jackal did not move, but he ate a weird whistle, "San Ye Zong, you are too careless..."

"The eight wastes on the balcony are all downstairs. I might be able to talk to them if I go down now." Zong Zhan said as he raised his leg and kicked off the silencer gun in Jackal's hand, and looked down at his watch." I will give you one minute to retreat."

......

The jackal left, limping out of the apartment through the front door.

In the huge room, only Silo with **** feet and Zong Zhan who are not smiling are left.

"The acuity is good, but the skill is too bad." Zong Zhan's eyes fell on her lap seemingly.

The skin of the ankle punctured by the bullet is still bleeding, and the bullet bruises will also cause severe pain after burning, but Silo's performance is surprising.

She didn't cry out for pain, nor complained. From beginning to end, she was the sassy and unrelenting attitude of ‘my old lady is the most savage.’

Zong Zhan couldn't bear it, so he put the gun and takeaway box on the side cabinet, "Still standing stupid, doesn't it hurt?"

"Stop talking cold words, do you try to hurt it?" Silo's ankles had four blood stains. The jackal didn't kill him, but it was enough for her to feel uncomfortable.

Zong Zhan took away the desert eagle in her hand, turned around and said, "Come and get medicine."

Siluo pushed her back against the wall, raised her foot and stepped forward, then... knelt on the ground very simply and neatly.

Zong Zhan turned his head subconsciously, his eyes drooping, he smiled unconsciously, "Such a big gift, give me New Year greetings in advance?"

Siluo wiped her face and confronted her with silence.

What a **** shame!

Zong Zhan turned back in front of her in two steps, bent his knees and squatted, ridiculing harshly, "I can't walk or my legs are scared?"

"Do you believe that I said my feet slippery?"

At any time, don't expect Silo to lower her head actively.

Zong Zhan knew what virtue she was early in the morning, and didn't want to stimulate her anymore, he simply bent forward and lifted her from the ground.

It's a mention, not a hug.

The man's powerful and warm palms went straight through Silo's armpits and lifted him up.

So, Siluo's lips flicked. Although there was no sound, Zong Zhan knew that she was cursing the street.

The man's eyes grew stronger, "Say what, speak louder?"

Si Luo didn't care what Zong Zhan thought, and after enough scolding, she shook her leg and jumped on him, "I'm going to die of pain, hurry up and hold my sister in."

She jumped, he stretched out his hand habitually, this time it was a standard princess hug.

Siluo hooked Zong Zhan's neck with one hand, and touched her right cheek with her palm. "I found that you are quite inhuman. Just watch me get slapped by someone. Have you never learned the idiom Lianxiangxiyu? "

Zong Zhan paused, lowered his eyes to look at the embarrassed woman in his arms, "It's you who don't recognize the reality, Shi Luo, I said, there are people outside and there are heaven and heaven."

"Borrow someone else's hand to punish me?" Silo grabbed his collar directly, "You are really a three-grandson."

Zong Zhan's strong arms tightened suddenly, and Le Siro took a deep breath, "If I were not patient, how could I know that you still hid the goods secretly?"

This is what the jackal said.

It's no wonder that the group of people who chased Silo had stopped a lot recently.

Zong Zhan originally thought that the other party was going to stop, but now it seems that this woman has left a way out for herself.

Si Luo loosened his collar and hung his head down and pretended to be pitiful, "What nonsense, don't frame a good person."

Zong Zhan just stared at her intently, maybe because the light in the hallway is too beautiful, he actually tasted a weak scent from Xi Luo's body.

It is estimated that the visual contrast caused by the light.

......

It was half past midnight, Zong Zhan put Shi Luo on the sofa and closed the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony.

He walked to the wall cabinet in the corner of the living room with ease, took out the medicine box, turned back to Silo, and the woman spoke at the right time, "You just let him go like this. Are you afraid that you won't be able to catch anyone in the future?"

Zong Zhan knelt on one knee and pulled Siluo's ankle on his knee, "There is a tracker, so I can't run."

Silo's eyes rolled around, "That shot?"

"It's not stupid yet." Zong Zhan glanced at her, then picked up the iodophor and looked at the production date, "It's expired?"

Siluo shook her toes, "Make a fuss, you can't die after expiration, just wipe it."

Zong Zhan screwed on the lid again, raised his hand and threw it into the trash can, "Use alcohol."

The big white legs on the knees retracted suddenly, "Why don't you use chili noodles?"

Can iodophor and alcohol wipe the wound the same effect?

The former is mild and painless, while the latter is sharp and painful.

Even if she is not afraid of pain, she can't find guilt for herself.

Zong Zhan paused for half a second when he picked up the alcohol ball, then dropped it into the medicine box, took out the mobile phone in his pocket and pressed the shortcut, "Send a bottle of iodophor to 1801."

Si Luo didn't hear what the person at the other end said, but Zong Zhan sneered while licking his posterior molars, "Report of buying iodophor and sneer! Stop talking nonsense, and send it over."

Hang up the phone, Zong Zhan cursed lowly. It may have been a long time since I was away from the military headquarters. This group of soldiers are not afraid of him anymore.

Zong Zhan picked up two sips of mineral water on the table, looked sideways, and said bluntly: "Take me back to Imperial Capital tomorrow."

"I..."

"Do you dare to say something without a word?" As soon as Zong Zhan's temper came up, the moment he twisted his eyebrows was still somewhat deterrent.

Si Luo is not afraid of him, stepping on the coffee table with both feet, and the old **** is asking on the ground, "The big head, the long must protect me. Strictly speaking, after disappearing for three days, you have breached the contract."

Zong Zhan’s cognition is not wrong, this woman is a thick-skinned invulnerable.

He paced forward, propped his left arm on the sofa behind Silo's neck, clamped her face, and leaned over and said: "It's a pretty little mouth, how can I say it so annoying?!"