Chapter 977

When Dong saw this scene, he almost clapped his hands.

Even if it's Gong Heng's favorite, as long as the old woman doesn't like it, she can only report to hell.

Small, sharp pain in the throat between the spread, she tried to avoid, but how can not avoid.

Indistinctly, I saw the dark face of Yama again and again.

No, she hasn't seen Mo Jincheng yet!

How can I die here!

"Old lady!" Heya makes a sound in panic, but can't do anything.

It's all in the hands of the old lady.

If she doesn't want anyone to live, no one can.

"Pa pa."

Clear two, suddenly sounded in the room, swish bullets, do not know from what direction shot.

All of a sudden, Ming Ling had to reach for the bullet.

Taking advantage of this Kung Fu, he and Yalian pull out the knife inserted in Fangyuan's throat and take Fangyuan to escape to the door.

Mingling has already received two bullets and immediately reaches for Fangyuan.

And ya see the ghost figure, a panic, want to avoid, but can only watch the old lady's hand, grasp Xiang Fangyuan.

It was just a flash of electric spark, but in Heya's mind, put up the slow motion picture.

She watched helplessly, but could not help.

At this time, there is an eagle like posture, suddenly jumped up, a grasp of the collar.

It's Mr. Gong!

Fang Yuan hasn't had time to thank Gong Heng, but his hands are like shadows and have caught up with him.

Those hands, like eagle's claws, always follow behind you.

Fang Yuan retreats step by step. His heel bumps against the threshold and he is about to fall down. Suddenly, a pair of warm hands catch Fang Yuan in time.

The black suit, with a light Mint smell, is like a half open and half closed door of memory, which suddenly opens.

Fang Yuan grabbed each other's arm, as if worried that everything in front of him was just another dream.

When you see the man in front of you is really Mo Jincheng, the long suppressed emotion is released from the deep of your eyes.

Mo Jincheng has a hand firmly hooked on the small waist, but his deep eyes are like a sharp blade, deeply engraved on Ming Ling's cheek.

There was a little surprise in mingling's eyes, and then she looked at Mo Jincheng slowly as if nothing had happened. A smile like a smile was drawn from the corner of her lip, and the two bullets in her hand flew to Mo Jincheng like marbles.

Precision and ruthlessness.

This is the means of the Ming family.

Mo Jincheng raises his hand and takes it easily.

Mingling was not surprised. She looked at Mo Jincheng and said with a smile, "now it's the world of boxing."

Mo Jincheng throws two bullets to the ground and holds Fang Yuan tightly in his arms, but his eyes are cold and heartless.

"But this is not your world."

Mo Jincheng's voice is low and there is no tension in negotiation.

Ming Ling sneered: "you are as stubborn as your grandfather. In my early years, I said I would cooperate with him, but the old man just disagreed. You and your grandfather are really the same. Let go of this girl, it has nothing to do with you!"

"That's funny. This is my wife. You told me it had nothing to do with me!"

Mo Jincheng's smile is cold to the bone marrow.

"I'll pay you double the damage my wife has suffered from you!"

Ming Ling's look is a black, immediately some discontentedly looking at the square circle in Mo Jin Cheng's arms.

It never occurred to me that my son and Mohist children were fighting for the same woman.

Hearing Mo Jincheng's voice, Fang Yuan's spirit is completely relaxed. When hearing this, he suddenly opens his eyes and grabs Mo Jincheng's arm.

Just now she has seen how abnormal these people are.

So Can't

The ghostly figure is beyond the reach of human beings.

Mo Jincheng just patted Fang Yuan's shoulder, like a silent pacification.

This intimate action fell into Gong Heng's eyes, but he wanted to separate them directly.

Think of that woman's belly has been bad ink Jincheng's children, the whole body is like blood boiling.

"You can take the two bullets she threw out just now. It seems that you are good at it. Last time you were hiding your strength!"

Gong Heng said coldly.

That situation, pour is to want to fight with Mo Jincheng.

Square and round speechless, when is it? Why is there only fight in men's brain?

Mingling's eyes flashed with excitement.Is the son's fighting spirit finally stimulated?

Curled up in this place for so long, even a sleeping lion should get up!

Mo Jincheng holds Fang Yuan tightly with one hand, and his lips smile sarcastically: "it's unnecessary. We've never been on the same level!"

Oh，my god！

Is that what you say?

Fang Yuan is about to be worried to death by these two people.

Now it's time to get out of this strange place, OK?

Seems to feel the woman's ready to move, Mo Jincheng lowered his head and gently kisses Fangyuan's forehead, whispered: "give me a minute!"

This action completely ignites Gong Heng's anger, extends his hand and goes to Mo Jincheng's tianlinggai.

When mingling saw this scene, a smile suddenly appeared on her face.

Good!

This is her son.

Gong Heng roared: "what did you say just now?"

What do you mean they are not a horizontal line!

For the first time reason has been provoked to this point.

It's not good to cry in secret.

Want to let Mo Jincheng avoid, Mo Jincheng's body is like a balloon to pop open.

What？

Fang Yuan can't believe that Mo Jincheng's body is so flexible and powerful.

But Mo Jincheng doesn't stop at all. He pushes Fang Yuan to Nangong Che.

"Protect her!"

Low voice, let Fang Yuan inexplicably at ease.

Nangong Che, who received the order, quickly came forward and said, "let's go!"

The old witch named Ming Ling is so powerful that she is not a person at all.

Fang Yuan looks anxiously towards Mo Jincheng.

Just at a glance, Ming Ling, who was still concerned about her son and Mo Jincheng's war situation, is like a butterfly, falling in front of Fang Yuan and blocking their way.

"In this world, no one can escape under my eyes!"

Fang Yuan looks at Nangong Che.

This person is really not a person at all, but a quick acting monster.

Blame her, let everyone inexplicably involved in an inexplicable event.

Looking at the palm wind, Fang Yuan suddenly didn't want to avoid it.

Close your eyes and face it!