President Qin climbed over the wall and knelt down on the durian

Qin Shi naturally knew all about it.

He told Liu Sheng some words, and then he lay down in front of the tree trunk with his eyes closed.

The strong smell of blood under the tree was blown far away by the wind, even on the tree, Qin Shi could smell it.

Perhaps it was because the wolves and wild boars had been eaten too much, the two pythons chased the rhino and left, and the whole primeval forest instantly became quiet.

On Qin Shi's wrist, a steel-like bracelet was exposed, which was wide and thick.

He pressed the switch, and a pointed arrow directly inserted into the opposite tree. The silver thread was as thin as silk and very stable. He jumped down very nimbly, and reached the bottom of the tree in less than ten seconds.

Picking up the two bags that had been swept by the python on the ground, Qin Shi retracted the silver wire, turned to press the switch, and the arrow directly inserted into the tree trunk where Xia Ye slept.

Hearing a sharp sound from the air, Xia Ye suddenly opened his eyes.

In the next second, Xia Ye saw a silver light flashing in the darkness, and Qin Shi appeared in front of him in less than ten seconds as if flying over a wall.

Looking at each other, Qin Shi said, "I can explain."

"You have good skills." Xia Ye's first reaction was that Qin Shi would compete with her, who would win?

"You're not bad either." Qin Shi replied meaningfully.

Xia Ye lay on the branch again, and lightly brushed Qin Shi's face with his fingertips, "Should I call you Qin Shi, Lord Qin, or the master of the 'secret door'?"

"It's just my silk thread, so you recognize me?"

Qin Shi stretched out his hand, revealing the part of the weapon.

This is the lore weapon of the master of the secret door. It can leave silently from a distance of more than 100 meters in an instant, and it can also kill people invisible.

Xia Ye had heard of the prestige of the master of the secret door a long time ago. It was a huge organization, and what it did was black and white. 【1】【6】【6】【Small】【Say】

It's just that she didn't expect that Qin Shi would be the master of the secret door.

Xia Ye's eyes dimmed, but his tone was somewhat taken for granted: "Of course, I naturally know about the killer weapon of the master of the secret door."

"But if you don't have access to the doorway here, it's impossible to know." Qin Shi said, and suddenly leaned down, pressing Xia Ye under him: "Xia Xia, do you have any other identity? ?”

"you guess?"

Xia Ye stretched out his hand to touch Qin Shi's waist, and said in a cold tone, "Go down."

"Really ruthless."

Qin Shi complained, but there was an imperceptible tenderness in his words: "This sect master is not what I want to be, but my grandfather, who passed it on to me."

Xia Ye was a little surprised.

She never imagined that Mrs. Qin, who usually looked like a little girl, turned out to be the daughter of the former master of the secret door.

Seeming to see through Xia Ye's mind, Qin Shi said, "My mother doesn't know, she thinks grandfather is just a decent businessman."

"So that's the case, then your grandfather was your mother's daughter?"

Xia Ye didn't know much about Mrs. Qin's affairs, so naturally she didn't know.

"That's not true. My uncle had an accident and injured his leg. My grandfather saw that I was talented, so it fell on me."

"No wonder there are rumors that the owner of the secret door is a tall man in a wheelchair, so it is true."

&nbssp;"Uncle, he helps me take care of the big and small affairs in the door, and the company's affairs are all taken care of by my cousin."

Xia Ye closed her eyes and didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing that Xia Ye was not interested in this, Qin Shi didn't say much.

Seeing that it was already two o'clock in the morning, Xia Ye closed his eyes and said, "Go to sleep, I'll just watch over."

"There's no need to guard, those two pythons won't come back."

Qin Shi still has experience with this.

"Qin Shi..." Xia Ye was about to ask a question, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps below, accompanied by anxious cries for help.