Chapter 1611

Wang Qiang let out an angry roar. "B * tch, I'm going to kill you!"

After the roar, Wang Qiang took out a wooden box from his body and pressed it gently on the top of the wooden box.

"Xiu xiu xiu …" Countless silver needles with cold light flew toward Mu Yue.

Mu Yue didn't let down her guard when facing Wang Qiang. Xiao Junyan once told her that unless the other party was dead, she must not let down her guard.

At this time, it was this vigilance that allowed her to react in time. She raised the dagger that she had just taken from Wang Qiang and blocked the silver needles that Wang Qiang shot at her.

These silver needles were the same as embroidery needles. They were the same as the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles in the novel. These silver needles were poisoned, so now they looked cold.

"Ding ding dang dang …"

The dagger knocked down the silver needles one by one and blocked them.

Countless silver needles were easily knocked down by Mu Yue. This made Wang Qiang's eyes widen in shock.

"This … how is this possible?" Wang Qiang's face was in disbelief, and he let out an angry roar.

Mu Yue sneered. "When it comes to playing with silver needles, you still don't know that I am the ancestor of silver needles!"

She was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. Silver needles were her main tool to treat diseases and save people.

Therefore, at this moment, Wang Qiang was showing off his slight skill in front of an expert. Wasn't this asking for death?

Wang Qiang listened to Mu Yue's words. It was like slapping his face one by one. He let out an angry roar.

"No … I'm going to kill you!"

Wang Qiang didn't know where the strength came from. He jumped up from the ground and rushed toward Mu Yue.

Mu Yue, who was almost harmless, easily dodged Wang Qiang's attack with a sidestep. She lifted her foot and kicked Wang Qiang's butt, sending him flying.

Wang Qiang stumbled toward the car where Ouyang Guohua and the others were sitting. With a "bang," his whole body hit the car.

Ouyang Guohua and the others watched in shock as Wang Qiang rushed towards them and smashed heavily onto the hood of the car.

However, Wang Qiang's body didn't move forward anymore. His whole body just lay on the hood of the car.

In an instant, dark red blood spread along the front of the car and dyed the entire front of the car red.

Wang Qiang's eyes widened as he slowly slid down to the ground. His limbs twitched as his eyes widened. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

Mu Yue turned her head and looked at Wang Qiang. Then, she looked at the hood of the car. She touched her nose and sighed softly. She sighed and muttered to herself, "As expected, the evils we bring upon ourselves are the hardest to bear!"

It turned out that Wang Qiang had been kicked by Mu Yue towards Ouyang Guohua's car, and his neck had hit the hood of the car that he had just smashed.

The broken hood of the car had a sharp edge. Wang Qiang had been careless, and the blood artery on his neck had been cut open by the edge.

He was completely killed by the "weapon" he made.

Wang Qiang probably couldn't accept that he didn't die in the hands of the people in that department, but died by the "weapon" he made.

Mu Yue didn't go forward to treat him. She wasn't a Bodhisattva who would save anyone who was injured.