bookandnovel Chapter 121 Anyone Will Die From Talking Too Much
Chapter 121 Anyone Will Die From Talking Too Much
Jing Mo raised the corners of his lips, "How did you recognize that it was Jing Mo's spaceship?"
"Brother, are you kidding me? In the entire interstellar world, who doesn't know Jingmo's spaceship?"
"Oh?" Jing Mo's tail voice rose slightly, "Since you know his spaceship, don't you know him?"
"This...."
The man was a little embarrassed, "It's ashamed to say, when I was in Interstellar, I just took my robot to dig holes everywhere, which is a bit far from Jingmo's....
But I still saw him from a distance, but from a distance, I couldn't see him very clearly.
He is tall and thin, and his figure seems to be about the same as yours..."
Listening to his words, Jing Mo slowly laughed in a low voice, "It's not the same."
"Um?"
"It's exactly the same."
As Jing Mo said, the gun in his hand was already aimed at the man, and he said every word clearly, "I am Jing Mo."
Hearing Zai Jingmo's words, the man was stunned for a moment, and then immediately shook his head, "Impossible, how could you be Jingmo? It's absolutely impossible—may—possible!"
Just after finishing the last few words, the man's hand that was hanging down suddenly lifted up. There was also a gun in his hand, and he quickly pulled the trigger with his fingers.
Jing Mo watched his movements and smiled mockingly.
"In front of me, you want to shoot me one step ahead of me. It seems that you really don't take me seriously as a weapons dealer."
While Jing Mo was speaking, he also fired two shots at the man.
One shot hit the man's wrist holding the gun, and the other shot hit the man's chest.
Although the man fell to the ground, he did not die immediately.
Jing Mo glanced at it in a little surprise, and then suddenly realized, "So that's it, your heart is on the right side.
But it doesn't matter, the next shot will be a headshot. "
The heart can grow on the right side, but the head will never grow on the buttocks, right?
Even if it really grows on the butt, it's not a big problem, it's just an extra shot.
Hearing Jing Mo's words, no matter how stupid the man was, he knew that Jing Mo really wanted to kill him.
"Cough... why do you have to kill me?
We have no enmity or resentment.
Even if I just said that I wanted to rob you, it's just that I don't know your identity.
As long as you want, I can listen to you and be your little brother, it's all right..."
"No. There is a problem." Jing Mo interrupted the man coldly.
"What's the problem?"
"The problem is that I don't want any younger brother, let alone a trash like you."
"I'm trash? Haha...hahaha..."
The man laughed wildly, "Why am I trash? The people on Blue Star are the real trash.
Why should a group of lower races enjoy this great resource?
They should submit to us, become our efforts, and obey our orders.
Look at that one over there, the one lying there like a dead dog is garbage! "
Jing Mo looked at the man silently, "Do you know why I haven't killed you yet and let you talk nonsense here?"
After Jing Mo finished speaking, before the man could answer, he said to Yang Wendong, "Can you still get up?"
Yang Wendong was seriously injured and lay there dying.
Probably because there is a breath of support in my heart, although the injury is serious, the person is still alive.
Hearing Jing Mo's words, Yang Wendong's body moved.
It was just a slight movement, and it caused a violent cough.
The coughing sound was piercing, as if trying to cough out the lungs.
Finally, Yang Wendong slowly raised his head and propped up his body.
"I can!"
As Yang Wendong said, he got up little by little, very slowly.
Jing Mo was not in a hurry at all, but the man lying there became anxious.
"Jing Mo, what are you doing?
You want him to kill me? "
Hearing this, Jing Mo glanced at the man appreciatively, "Although I just suspected that your brain grew on your buttocks, but now it seems that it's not entirely on your buttocks, you can still think."
"Why? Why are you helping such an inferior person?"
Jing Mo didn't answer, but watched Yang Wendong falter, walking towards the man step by step.
Yang Wendong walked very slowly, but at this time, no one would dislike him for walking slowly.
The man looked at Yang Wendong who was getting closer, his eyes gradually changed from disdain to panic.
"Don't kill me!
The matter with your sister is really a misunderstanding!
i just want to play with her
, She struggled too hard and wanted to kill me, so I accidentally killed her.
what do you want? I can make it up to you! "
After the man finished speaking, Yang Wendong came to the man and looked down at him.
"What do I want?
I - want your life! "
Hearing Yang Wendong's words, the man's eyes gradually turned dark.
"It seems that you are really determined to kill me." The man snorted, "What are you? Just because you want to kill me?
If Jing Mo hadn't appeared suddenly, you would have died long ago.
Even if Jing Mo is watching from the sidelines now, I can't kill him—"
As the man said, he raised his other uninjured hand. He didn't know when there was another gun in his hand, and he raised his hand to shoot Yang Wendong.
However, just as he raised his hand, he was hit by a bullet.
The wrist was hit, and the gun in his hand naturally fell to the ground.
The man let out a cry of pain, and at the same time looked in the direction of the bullet with resentful eyes.
Jing Mo still stood there maintaining his original posture.
It wasn't Jing Mo who fired the shot, so who was it?
Just as the man was thinking, he heard footsteps.
Step by step.
Getting closer.
A slender figure stepped out from behind Jing Mo step by step, and finally stood side by side with Jing Mo.
"Who are you?"
Regarding the man's question, Su Nian seemed to have never heard of it, and just looked at Yang Wendong.
"No matter who it is, it is easy to die from talking too much.
If you have a grudge, report it quickly. After he dies, you will have a lot of time to say everything you want to his body. "
Hearing Su Nian's words, Yang Wendong trembled.
"I...I see."
The man lying on the ground had both hands useless, and he was shot in the chest, completely unable to resist.
The man opened his mouth to speak, but Yang Wendong clenched the dagger in his hand, and stabbed it firmly into the man's right chest.
The words that the man reached his lips dissipated into nothingness.
No one knew what he wanted to say before he died.
Do you want to beg for mercy, or do you want to speak harshly.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
With the death of the man, the breath that had been supporting Yang Wendong was also gone.
Yang Wendong swayed and fell directly beside the man.