Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

"My eyes don't have flowers, right? The showers and faucets don't drip?!"

"Grim Reaper's conspiracy was seen through by Brother Jun? Brother Jun defeated the enemy without fighting, and humiliated the God of Death in a few words? I never dreamed that Brother Jun would have such a show of action!!"

"Murdering is nothing more than this! It seems that our brother has his own restraint, BUUF!"

"Does this mean that Brother Jun has enough ability to protect those who have triggered the omen of death???"

"I think the brothers upstairs are smart when they are young!"

It was already late at night, but Yan Jun's popularity in the live broadcast room did not weaken at all. Instead, it was because of Yan Jun's sassy operation of "persuading the god of death" that countless people were moved to tears!

Yan Jun!

Such a young man who triggered the "unremarkable" omen of death once again created a miracle!

He not only gave countless people hope to live tenaciously, but also stepped forward to lend a helping hand when others were in distress!

Humans are all afraid of death, and it is the instinct of animals to seek profit and avoid harm.

Just imagine, if one day you trigger the omen of death, is it possible to get the protection of Yan Jun, so as to defeat the god of death and break the three-day curse of death? !

The hundreds of millions of viewers in front of the screen quickly figured this out.

For a time, the live broadcast room was full of turbulence.

Countless people gave Yan Jun gifts one after another, and the shot was a super rocket treasure map.

"Brothers! Now the total amount of gifts in Brother Jun's live broadcast room is 930 million. Let's work harder to make a billion for Brother Jun within three minutes!!"

"necessary!"

"Less than one billion in three minutes, I will personally apologize to Brother Jun!"

"Upstairs, you are thinking about shit, and you are done with gifts. What beautiful things are you thinking about!"

"All the big brothers and sisters in the live broadcast room! I beg you not to swipe! The rest of you, don't swipe a penny. I owe everyone a favor, okay? CNM is a garbage recharge system. , why are there so many ink marks!"

"Go away!"

Countless people swiped gifts in the live broadcast room or simply expressed their admiration and admiration for Yan Jun, or just to win Yan Jun's familiarity, hoping that one day they could be sheltered by this chosen son.

During this period of time, hundreds of millions of viewers inevitably saw the ID of the list, and an idea suddenly popped up in their hearts.

The richest man in Jiangcheng!

That is Miss Ning Xue's father!

Just when no one could see the huge potential in Yan Jun, the big guy has a keen eye and decisively spent a lot of money in Yan Jun's live broadcast room to win a chance for his precious daughter.

Right now!

In the picture, Ning Xue hugs Yan Jun tightly from behind, with a look of emotion and dependence, happiness and sweetness.

Seeing such a scene, everyone naturally recalled their previous experience in the square.

So far, Yan Jun has saved Ning Xue twice!

Thinking of this level, hundreds of millions of viewers are extremely frightened.

Is this the vision of the richest man in Jiangcheng?

The boss really deserves to be a boss, he has foresight! !

...

Jiangcheng City, in a villa surrounded by mountains and rivers.

A charming woman with a beautiful face and a graceful appearance, wearing a sexy purple pajamas, exuding a mature and feminine air all over her body, is sitting on the bed in the bedroom at the moment, her sandalwood mouth is gently opened, and a pair of slightly reddish eyes stares at the boss. , staring blankly at the laptop screen in front of him, the white and full chest rises and falls one after another, and the bright lips are sighing like blue.

"Hey! Wife, have you seen the barrage?"

Ning Zhiguo put his arms around Lin Qiuhua's soft and smooth shoulders, and the proud look on his face could not be concealed anyway: "Netizens are praising your husband for his foresight! As Chairman Ning's beloved partner, don't you also think that Are you proud of it?"

"Bah! Who cares! Less stinky!"

"Ugh……"

Ning Zhiguo pretended to be disappointed, and heaved a long sigh: "My Ning Zhiguo's foresight and prudence are known to tens of millions of people, but some people who sleep next to me can't see it, and they always like to quarrel with me. , as someone's husband, I am such a failure!"

"Ning, who are you talking about?"

"You said that I became myself? Why are you still angry? Haha!"

Snapped!

Lin Qiuhua bit his lip, knocked off her husband's hand on his shoulder, glanced at the picture in the live broadcast, his face flushed red, and said shyly and annoyed: "Humph! The little bastard is playing tricks and bullying our family. Xiaoxue!"

"Yeah! That's right, I still remember someone saying they wanted to hit the mandarin ducks."

Ning Zhiguo held back his laughter and turned to leave: "I'll take Xiaoxue home and live there, don't let some little bastard get in the way!"

"stop!"

With a coquettish scolding, Lin Qiuhua jumped out of bed in his pajamas, without caring about the leaked spring light, he directly grabbed his husband's neck from behind, gritted his teeth with shame and hatred: "Ning Zhiguo! ?"

"Lin Qiuhua, apologize!"

"Don't think about it! It's not over yet!"

"Then how does it end?"

"I want to see that the little bastard really treats Xiaoxue in our family, instead of not cherishing Xiaoxue as a maid!" Lin Qiuhua remembered that Yan Jun had molested and manipulated his precious daughter over and over again before, and he was always brooding.

...

It was quiet in the dead of night, the bright moonlight sprinkled the earth, and all sounds were silent.

Shenwei Bureau, in Room 1.

With a pair of soft arms tightly wrapped around his waist, Yan Jun also rarely enjoyed this moment of tranquility and the gentleness that Ning Xue seemed to melt into his body.

Three minutes have passed!

The bathroom was calm again, and nothing unusual happened in the whole room.

Yan Jun narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seems that the god of death has really been 'dissuaded' by himself. Is that the god of death? It's so funny!

"Okay Xiaoxue, you can go take a shower now."

Yan Jun patted Ning Xue's small hand around his waist, tilted his head back slightly, and said something in a low voice.

"No, I'm afraid."

Ning Xue pressed her head tightly against Yan Jun's back, and whispered softly, "I just want to hold you like this."

"The god of death has been humiliated by me, and you can rest assured to take a bath."

Yan Jun also relaxed his vigilance at this time, wanting to tease this lovable girl, pretended to sniff, and said with disgust: "Uh, I seem to smell your sweat!"

"ah!!"

Ning Xue instantly bounced off Yan Jun's back like a frightened deer, blushing with shame, lowered her head and hurriedly went to the bathroom.

"Ha ha!"

Yan Jun chuckled and was about to turn around and lie down on the bed when a strong sense of crisis suddenly enveloped his whole body, and his eyelids jumped wildly.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Jun suddenly realized that he had made a fatal negligence, and his scalp exploded.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the numbers above Ning Xue's head again.

3!

2!

1!