Chapter 945

"Wendong, something's wrong. Someone's coming in." Wen Baisheng, the master of the Wen family, just lay down and received a report from his subordinates.

He reeled and suddenly broke into a cold sweat, "what do you say? Someone's coming in? Who is it? "

"It's the man who clashed with Wen Er Shao a few days ago. He's so powerful that he's already killed in the backyard. Our people can't stop him."

The subordinate said in horror.

As he spoke, he couldn't help thinking of the terrible scene of a Biao's killing and felling.

A Biao is simply too terrible, a meat grinder, unstoppable.

The literary elite is also good, but in front of the powerful a Biao, just like the paper paste, a random punch, was blown away.

It's like killing the gods and killing the Buddhas.

"What? Didn't he leave Li Cheng? How dare he show up? " Wen Baisheng has set off a storm in his heart.

After Wang Fan followed ouyanteng into ouyan family, he fled back.

Later, when he heard that the ouyan family had been destroyed, he was even more scared to sleep.

If it hadn't been for ouyan Changhong arriving at Licheng in time and giving him peace of mind, he would have been scared to run away.

After a week of ease and calm, he thought that Wang Fan had died and a Biao had already fled. But never thought, this stormy night, a Biao even killed the door.

"Do everything you can to stop him. I'll call elder Changhong right now!" Wen Baisheng made a quick decision and gave the order.

At this time, fear has no meaning at all. He has to inform ou yanchanghong and try to stop a Biao.

Only when ouyan Changhong arrives can his family be saved and his life be saved.

"Yes, yes." He agreed in horror and quickly backed out.

Wen Baisheng is wearing clothes quickly, while shaking out the mobile phone, dialing out the phone of ouyan Changhong.

Ouyan Changhong and ye Qiuji arrived in Licheng three days ago. Instead of staying in Wenjia, they stayed in a five-star hotel.

Of course, all expenses are reimbursed by Wen Jia.

Not only that, Wen Baisheng, in order to please them, also invited two famous young models to serve them at a high price.

These days, ouyan Changhong has been holding her breath.

He didn't find Wang Fan's body in 100000 mountains. These days, he didn't get any news from Wang Fan.

He felt very depressed.

Although it is said that Wang Fan has been seriously injured and died in 100000 mountains, it is hard for him to feel at ease that there are no people alive and no corpses dead.

Ou Yan Changhong is holding her anger and is hugging the young model to vent her anger. Suddenly, she receives a call from Wen Baisheng. The harsh ring of the telephone made him stagger and almost didn't lift.

"What's the matter?" Ou Yan Changhong took a look at the caller ID and asked in an uncomfortable tone. No matter who is disturbed in this situation, it will be uncomfortable.

"Elder Changhong, help! Wang Fan's companion has killed my Wen family." Wen Baisheng's frightened voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Wang Fan's companion?" Ou Yan Changhong's face was grim, and his eyes suddenly burst out a turbulent killing opportunity, "let your people hold on, I'll be there in a minute."

With that, he pushed away the mold, put on his clothes and left the room.

Of course, when I left, I also called Ye Qiuji in the next room.

Before long, they left the hotel and rushed to Wenjia crazily.

"Wang Fan, if ouyan Changhong can't kill you, I'll kill your companion! I'll see if you show up if you're alive Ouyan Changhong made a vicious sound in her mouth.

A writer.

At this time, it was already a river of blood. In the manor, a large number of elite writers fell down, howling and screaming.

Thunder resounded, lightning roared, heavy rain pouring down, but still can not disperse the blood on the ground.

In the air, the strong smell of blood floated away, giving people unspeakable suppressed breath.

A Biao stands like an iron tower in the rain, and is not moved by the rain.

He coldly looked at Wen Baisheng, who was surrounded by the elite, and made no secret of his murder.

Wang Fan left Licheng with Wen Baisheng. Now Wen Baisheng has come back, but Wang Fan still has no news. A Biao has put this account on Wen Baisheng.

Wen Baisheng and his more than 20 bodyguards look at the approaching a Biao with panic in their eyes. Their eyes are also full of shock and fear.

Nearly 300 elite writers spent countless years cultivating them, but in less than an hour, they fell apart, leaving only about 20 dead and wounded.

This is the price of blood for writers.

They looked at the elite writers on the ground, looked at the blood on the ground, and felt that their legs were softening.Without experiencing this scene, we can't understand their feelings at all.

That's despair!

"You, don't come here! I tell you, elder ouyan Changhong is on his way. You'd better step back. Otherwise, once you wait for elder ouyan Changhong to come, you will die without a place to bury yourself! "

Wen Baisheng looks at Wang Fan, who is approaching step by step. He retreats under the protection of more than 20 elite people, and at the same time he shouts.

A Biao face more than 20 people, even forced each other to fear retreat, the scene is very funny.

Wen Baisheng didn't want to carry out Ou Yan Changhong. After all, as long as he held on to a Biao and waited for ou Yan Changhong to kill him, a Biao would die.

But where did he think that the elite under his command had all died, and Ou Yan Changhong had not come yet?

In order to protect his life, he has no choice but to carry out ouyan Changhong and try to scare away a Biao.

"Ou Yan Changhong?" A Biao's eyelids jumped, and the killing was even more serious. "Don't say it's Ou Yan Changhong. Even Zhu LAN of Nu Quan men can't save you!"

He said, a step, set off a roar, directly toward Wen Baisheng collided in the past.

Although a Biao wanted to kill Ou Yan Changhong, he knew that he could not be the opponent of Ou Yan Changhong because of his congenital strength.

He wants to kill Wen Baisheng before ouyan Changhong comes. Otherwise, once ouyan Changhong comes, he will never have another chance.

"You Wen Baisheng's face changed greatly!

"Stop him! Stop him! shoot! Shoot His pupils suddenly constricted, and he suddenly retreated and roared wildly.

After hearing Wen Baisheng's order, the 20 elite first hesitated, then seven or eight people immediately put out their guns, while the rest took out their guns at the first time.

Boom boom!

This is the sound of a Biao's fists bumping against the seven or eight elite.

Ah, ah, ah!

Bursts of screams, seven or eight people like a broken kite fell out, blood mixed in the rain, like a blooming rose dazzling.

Their bodies hit the wall hard, and then fell to the ground, fluttered a few times, lost their life, more or less.

The seven or eight elite bravely fought for time for the rest of the elite. They raised their guns at the first time and directly pulled the trigger regardless of whether they aimed at abio or not.

Come on, come on!

The piercing sound of gunfire resounded, only to hear a Biao roar, suddenly grabbed a body in front of the rung, and then feet rub, crazy kill in the past.

The blood bloomed and the body was soon sifted.

When Wen Baisheng looks at this scene, despair emerges in his heart.

Can't you stop it?

Is it true that we can't stick to ouyan Changhong?

Is he really going to die?

Wuwu

at the moment of Wen Baisheng's despair, a harsh engine sound came, followed by a creak, and a car stopped in front of the manor.

Bang.

The car door is kicked open, Ou Yan Changhong and ye Qiuji jump down with a gloomy face.