Chapter 1233 I Will Send Him to the West

After saying that, he held Li Xinxin's waist tightly with one hand, and with the other hand, he took out an L country saber from under the sofa cushion without leaving any trace.

He spoke in her ear, lowly: "I heard that your uncle was celebrating on the NOU yacht tonight. Do you want to see the video of the NOU yacht sinking?"

His voice was low and quiet. Although it sounded nice, it was bone-chillingly cold.

Li Xinxin was startled, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen.

When she opened her eyes, she was terrified.

In my ears, Maupassant's bone-chilling voice continued to ring: "Your plan was very successful, and my father lost his life. You can go on your way with peace of mind, your uncle is not far away yet, you can catch up with him."

Maupassant pushed Li Xinxin and she fell on the sofa with a saber stuck in her abdomen.

The knife was not fatal, but the numbness made Li Xinxin unable to sit up.

Maupassant stood up and looked at her condescendingly, his cold eyes like a life-threatening Shura.

"You know everything?" Li Xinxin looked at Maupassant in surprise.

Maupassant curled his lips bloodthirstyly: "You didn't expect that, did you?"

"Maurpassant, if I want to blame you, it's you who killed your father. If you hadn't been at K station, if you hadn't fallen in love with Huang Ling, we wouldn't have thought of killing your father."

Maupassant took off his coat. He had touched her just now and he felt dirty.

He raised his lips slightly, with a cold smile on his lips.

Throwing away his coat, he bent down and pulled out the saber stuck in Li Xinxin's abdomen.

The sharp saber was pulled out, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Li Xinxin felt that the paralysis was getting worse and worse, and he could not move his fingers.

She looked at Maupassant: "You want to kill me?"

Li Xinxin is a professional killer. She knows that this knife did not damage the fatal part.

The feeling of numbness is that the saber has been tampered with by Maupassant, and it must have been smeared with medicine.

"What? Don't want to die? Or are you afraid of death?" Maupassant held a wet tissue with alcohol and wiped his knife gracefully.

This saber, both the tip and the blade, is very sharp. After wiping the blood on it, it emits a dazzling, cold light.

Li Xinxin doesn't want to die, doesn't want to die, and is also afraid of death.

Who wants to die except those who are pressured and stimulated to seek suicide?

She was lying there, at this time, facing Maupassant with an arrogant expression: "I am Li Chongjin's daughter!"

Maupassant wiped his saber slowly, and the cold smile on his lips became more and more obvious.

His eyes were all cold, without any fear.

Hearing Li Xinxin's words, a hint of ridicule flashed across his eyes.

He moved his eyes slightly and looked at Li Xinxin with a cold smile, "What about Li Chongjin's daughter?"

"If you kill me, my dad won't let you go!"

"You and his brother-in-law are both dead, and he doesn't dare to do anything to me."

"If you're in a hurry, a sick dog will jump over the wall. If my dad knows you're going to kill me, he will definitely take your life!"

"Don't worry, I will send him to the west before he comes to take my life."

When Li Xinxin heard this, his expression changed drastically, "What did you say? You want to kill my dad? Maupassant, my dad has always treated you well, you ungrateful lackey!"

Maupassant put away the knife and said calmly: "Whether I want to kill him or not depends on his performance. But I believe that he must know that you killed my father, or he may also be involved in the plan."

"You dare to kill the king, you are rebelling!"

Maupassant glanced at her wound coldly, "If you say less, maybe you won't die so quickly."