Chapter 966: If you can’t get it, you’ll have to destroy it
Chapter 966: If you can’t get it, you’ll have to destroy it
Hearing the banging sound coming from outside, Wen Rao and He Xu immediately hid in a hidden corner.
Before Lei Huo and his subordinates came in, their screams could be heard outside.
The banging sound passed, and the sound of inspection and control sounded outside.
"Wen Rao, I really belong to you! How can I make Lei Huo listen to you! I really saw you right! It's a pity that all I want is your face, not you!"
Inside the room, Wen Rao and Zhu Hexu looked at each other.
It seems that those people in Lei Huo were killed by the inspection and control agencies.
"I also put a bomb in the house. If you don't want to die, get out!"
Chakong spoke again.
After a while, Wen Rao and He Xu came out.
Lei Huo and his subordinates were lying on the ground in the courtyard.
They must have stepped on the trap and got hit.
The prosecutors were indeed more cunning and suspicious than they thought.
"Where's the spring breeze?"
Wen Rao looked around and saw no spring breeze.
"She is very good. Although I don't like her face, I will treat her well!"
"What did you do to her?"
Zhu Hexu sensed something was wrong, veins popped out on his forehead and his eyes were red.
"What I hate most is when people ask me questions! I just want to be myself, but they don't let me!
I want to wear a skirt, I want to put on makeup, I want to stand under the streetlight in high heels, why not?
Also, Wen Rao, I like your face. Isn’t it your honor?Why can’t I get it! "
The prosecutor's tone was crazy and extreme. After he was disfigured, he was even more eager to have a perfect face that overlapped with the one in the dream.
As he suddenly pressed a button, a figure fell from the tree behind him. After Wen Rao and He Xu saw clearly that it was the spring breeze, they ran in that direction at the same time.
Chakong smiled sinisterly.
"There is a trap under the tree! Are you sure you want to go there?"
After saying this, Zhu Hexu quickly grabbed Wen Rao.
At this time, Chunfeng, who was hanging, had fainted.
"As long as I press the button again, she will fall down! The trap is full of sharpened bamboo pieces! Then... haha... she will become a hedgehog!"
"Inspection and control! Tell me your conditions!" Wen Rao clenched her fists and looked at him with eyes blazing with fire.
Chakong pointed at his own face, then at Wen Rao's.
"I want to change faces with you!"
"You're such a pervert! How do you change it? Have you read too many stupid novels?"
Zhu Hexu cursed angrily.
Both Wen Rao and he thought it was impossible, but Chakong was too extreme to believe that the face he liked should appear on his own face.
This way he can start over with a new identity!
With Wen Rao's face, he can show himself in women's clothing in an upright manner.
"It's not that I've skinned other women before, but I'm not satisfied with them! Either the nose doesn't look good, or the lips don't like it. Your face is something I can't forget the first time I see it."
Chakong himself knew that even if he got it, he wouldn't be able to use it.
But deep down he wanted to have it.
This kind of thought is nothing more than wanting to destroy something if it cannot be obtained.
As if this could offset his family's incomprehension and suppression of him over the past few decades.
Only then can he get over the scene where he was betrayed by his sister, beaten by his father, and threatened by his grandfather.
"Okay! I promise you! Use myself in exchange for her!"
Wen Rao spoke without hesitation, and He Wen looked at her with eyes that were so red.
Wen Rao winked at him.
He Xuxin is not 100% sure.
On one side is the person he loves most, and on the other side is his sister!
He couldn't bear anything happening anywhere.
At this time, in the dark, Deputy Captain Lin and Heping were already in position.
Ready for action.
Zhan Yan drove to the vicinity with Zhuang Tao. In the car, Zhan Yan seemed calm and composed, but there was a fire burning in his heart, which could burn him to ashes at any time.
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