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

Chapter 917 Almost shot in the head with one shot

Su Qiao finished chewing a whole apple and threw it away, and the core hit David in the head.

She lay back lazily, with her hands folded and pillowed behind her head. Su Qiao squinted her eyes and looked at the moon above her head, and said softly: "There is someone very important to me. But he started three years ago. , he never appeared again... I can’t find him. This killer may know him.”

...Is it important?

Ah Jiu asked: "What if that person is different from what you imagined? You may regret it when you see him."

"Impossible!" Su Qiao said firmly, "He must be the best and most powerful person in the world!"

How could her black-robed master let her down?

Everything she knew was taught by him.

"I have met him seven times in total. I have never seen what he looks like, but I remember his figure. He is tall and very tall! Standing there makes me feel safe..."

Su Qiao withdrew her gaze. From her angle, she could see Ah Jiu's broad but curved back and the profile of her face that was covered by a mask.

Su Qiao sympathized with him.

"Where did the injury on your face come from?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Su Qiao felt a little regretful. This should be her most painful memory.

"If you don't want to say it, that's okay..."

"It's for a very important person..."

Ah Jiu spoke in a low voice, with a hoarse and rough voice, but when talking about that person, he revealed infinite tenderness.

Su Qiao thought that if it was so important, it should be someone he liked.

"Then...where is that person now?"

Ah Jiu pointed to the position of his heart.

"She's always here."

"..."

Su Qiao rubbed the tip of her nose.

Usually when TV dramas say this, the person should be dead...

Su Qiao felt a little guilty and awkwardly changed the subject: "What about that? I'm probably going to spend the night here tonight. I'm going to set up a tent..."

Su Qiao quickly set up the tent. For safety reasons, she only set up one tent and let Ah Jiu go in and lie down.

"Let's squeeze in tonight. Otherwise, if the killer comes, I won't be able to protect you."

"it is good."

Ah Jiu responded obediently.

He would not object to anything she said.

Su Qiao lit another fire and threw the wet wood in to create thick black smoke.

Firstly, it was to send a signal to Xiao Siyan so that he could find him easily; secondly, there were still four killers left anyway, and if they attracted her, they would be in trouble.

But Su Qiao waited for a long time and didn't see the remaining four killers.

She was so sleepy that her upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and her head was clicking like a chicken pecking at rice. Just when she was about to fall down, she was held firmly by the man's generous and warm hands.

Ah Jiu moved Su Qiao back to the tent gently.

He was about to withdraw when he was grabbed by the sleeping girl. She didn't wake up and murmured: "Master in black robe..."

.........

The next day, when a line of fish belly white appeared on the horizon, Su Qiao suddenly opened his eyes in alarm.

Ah Jiu huddled in the corner, his long hands and feet curled up in an uncomfortable position. His eyes were closed tightly under the mask, and his long and thick eyelashes could be seen.

Su Qiao gently patted him awake, put her index finger to her lips, and made a silent gesture.

There were noisy footsteps approaching outside.

Not knowing whether she was a friend or an enemy, Su Qiao gestured to Ah Jiu to stay inside. She took out the gun she had confiscated from the killer, wrapped her body in a sleeping bag, and climbed out of the tent crawling like a big squirming insect. .

Not long after climbing out, Su Qiao was keenly aware of someone approaching from behind, and shot him backhand.

'boom--'

The sound of gunshots startled countless birds in the forest.

"..."

Tang Yiren, who was almost shot in the head, was numb.

"...Shen Xiujin?!!"

Su Qiao was also numb.

The moment she turned back to shoot, she saw the person's face clearly, and at the last moment she desperately adjusted the gun's muzzle, allowing the bullet to fly past his hair in a thrilling way.