"I'm sorry, is this Mr. Zhang Zichu's home?"
At this time, the man standing outside the door slightly raised his face, and the waiter who had seen all kinds of guests couldn't help but feel stunned when he saw the appearance of the man, and his face felt hot involuntarily.
How should I put it, the man in front of him is very handsome, with three-dimensional features and exquisiteness. Especially those purple eyes with exotic amorous feelings, sometimes amorous, sometimes evil, sometimes gentle, perfect like a superb beautiful man stepping out of the painting.
Seeing that he was in a daze, the man grinned and said, "Are you the owner of this house?"
Fortunately, the man who looked like a foreigner spoke fluent Chinese. The waiter came back to his senses immediately and quickly responded, "No, no, no. This is Mr. Zhang Zichu's home. May I ask if you are Mr. Zhang?"
"I am a friend of Mr. Zhang Zichu. I made an appointment with him before and meet here." The appearance of a gentleman with a modest man seems to be easy to gain the trust of anyone, and the long one will never make people think of a bad person. side. Maybe the person in front of you was a friend the guest inside made when he was abroad, so he quickly said: "That's great! Mr. Zhang Zichu is now drunk and unconscious, but Mr. is his friend, so I can trouble you to take care of it. . Then, I will leave first."
"Walk slowly."
Watching the waiter leave with peace of mind, after the man retracted his gaze, the smile on his face slowly converged, a coldness flashed in his eyes, he turned and walked into the house, closing the door casually.
After walking quietly and silently to the side of Zhang Zichu, the man looked down at him lying on the sofa sleepy but unsuspecting, and smiled lowly: "Yasha, I'm here to take your life. !"
As he raised the pistol in his hand and was about to shoot, the person who was supposed to be sleeping on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes. Almost at the same time, he quickly took out the silver gun hidden behind him, and the two cold muzzles were pressed tightly against each other. At the other's forehead.
The tension is on the verge!
Looking at Zhang Zichu's cold eyes that were not drunk at all, the man didn't seem to be surprised by his thin lips, and he smiled low: "It turns out that you have been awake. It seems that you still have the consciousness of being a killer."
"God of death, you really are not dead!" After saying that, Zhang Zichu stood up for an instant, clenched the handle of the gun in his hand, and stared at the smiling man in front of him. However, when he quickly noticed that the left eye of the god of death that should have been shot by the bullet was intact, he was slightly surprised.
"Why? Very disappointed, a man who was supposed to be a blind man stood in front of you intact, Yasha, don't you know that there is still a magician in this world."
The god of death seemed to see through his mind, but he didn't mind explaining to him why his eye was still there.
"Your fate is really big."
Zhang Zichu narrowed his eyes dangerously.
However, the god of death smiled unceasingly, "You are not as dead as you are, and you have offended your boss and become a traitor, and you still live well to this day, don't you, Mr. Yasha." His tone was all ironic of Zhang Zichu's current status. Situation.
But Zhang Zichu didn't care, just squeezed the gun in his hand. He knew the god of death, this man would not appear here for no reason and send his death for nothing.
As he continued to suspect the other party's purpose, the man's voice sounded in front of him again.
"Yasha, can we play a game?"