LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

No matter how much Zhongqing and the system make complaints, on the surface it is impossible for people to see any problems.

In the blink of an eye, another half hour passed.

The tattooed man originally had a smile on his face and a relaxed look on his face, but as no news came, his expression began to become a little irritable.

"Did Ling Sanye never reply?" He asked a subordinate.

The subordinate shook his head: "No news."

The tattooed man frowned: "Are you sure the message has been sent?"

The subordinate nodded: "This subordinate is sure, according to your order, boss, sent three messages, and confirmed that the Ling family has received it."

The tattooed man cursed viciously, turned his head to look at Zhong Qing who was sitting on the sofa, and snorted coldly: "It seems that Ling Sanye is nothing more than that to you."

Zhong Qingxin said that it would be a ghost if you could get a reply.

On the face, he just bit his lips tightly, with a look of disappointment and happiness: "It is impossible for the third master to be coerced by you."

The tattooed man kicked the sofa next to him fiercely, and said to the people around him: "Go send another message! Just tell Mr. Ling, if there is no reply in half an hour, the safety of this Miss Shuang is in my hands." It is no longer guaranteed."

"yes."

The tattooed man sat down again, staring at Zhong Qing with his eyes: "Miss Shuang better pray, you have some status in front of Ling Sanye, otherwise..."

Zhong Qing looked at him: "Otherwise, you're going to kill me?"

The woman in front of her seemed to regain her composure in an instant.

She even relaxed her shoulders and leaned against the cushion behind her, her aura was completely different from before.

The tattooed man looked at Zhong Qing in surprise, as if he couldn't understand why the other party had changed so much in such a short period of time.

Zhong Qing hummed lightly and laughed: "You haven't told me, if the third master doesn't come, what do you want to do to me?"

The tattooed man looked at her several times, and he was sure that the only small bag on the other party's body could not carry any powerful weapons, and he was probably playing tricks.

He was relieved, and took a look at Zhong Qing: "If Third Master Ling doesn't come, it means that Miss Shuang, you are nothing more than a plaything in his mind."

"Second Master Long never keeps useless people by his side. Either Miss Shuang will keep a hand and I will send it to Third Master tomorrow, or..."

His eyes suddenly became unscrupulous: "I happen to be next to Miss Queshuang, a confidante with outstanding temperament..."

Zhong Qing gave him a cold look: "First, you dare not. Second, you are too ugly, I don't want to!"

"You!" The tattooed man looked at Zhong Qing fiercely with one side of his eyes, and was about to fall on Zhong Qing's face with a raised hand.

But he only felt that his palm had been grasped fiercely in front of his eyes.

The woman who was so delicate just a second ago had a cold expression at the moment, and her slender hand was like an iron hoop, tightly clasping him to prevent him from breaking free.

"Come..." Before the words could be spoken, the sudden pain of "Kacha" made him tremble.

This woman actually crushed his forearm bone!

The tattooed man looked at Zhong Qing in horror under severe pain, is this woman a monster?

"Shh." Zhong Qing hissed softly.

She said softly: "I like to be quiet, and if I am disturbed, I will feel very bad."

She looked at the tattooed man coldly: "If I'm in a bad mood, I like to destroy something. You look so weak, if you get bumped, I won't be responsible."