Chapter 179

"Well, I've finished what I have to say. It's a pleasant conversation." Wen Xuan suddenly some relaxed said.

Wen Xuan's words are finished, but Han Fei still has a doubt in his heart. When they shake hands, what's the strange feeling? It's not just him. Han Fei believes Wen Xuan must also feel it.

Some words Han Fei didn't know how to hide in his heart, so he immediately asked this question. Unexpectedly, Wen Xuan played Tai Chi and didn't explain it at all. Han Fei knew that it was futile to continue to ask, so he laughed and stopped talking. When the time came, he would know what he should know.

"In that case, go back." Han Fei said and made a please sign. Although the woman is a little bit arrogant, Han Fei's impression on her is still very good. After all, a beautiful woman naturally has an advantage.

Wen Xuan smiles and doesn't say anything, but when she just stepped down from the rock, Han Fei suddenly sees something flickering behind Wen Xuan, and Han Fei's face suddenly turns to one side.

"Be careful!"

Han Fei rushed up in an instant and threw the unprepared Wen Xuan to the ground. Almost for a while, a cold texture clings to the two people and flies out.

It was a broad blade with a layer of cold light in the moonlight. It directly cut off a small tree surrounded by both hands!

Han Fei's face suddenly cooled down. It's too penetrating. It's like a miniature bed crossbow. If it's hit by a bullet, it's possible to survive. But if it's hit by this thing, the whole person will be cut into two pieces!

"Your enemy has come to you?" Wen Xuan, who lies in Han Fei's arms, asks coldly that Han Fei himself is confused. Big gold teeth dare not show up. Who else dares to find his own trouble?

There is no time to feel the warmth of huailiker. Han Fei already feels that seven or eight people are rushing towards this side.

The uniform style is obviously after special training, which is much better than the ordinary hunzi, but it's worse than the dozen thugs in the big golden teeth field.

Because of this, Han Fei is more confused about the source of the other side.

"Hide behind this stone. Don't come out unless you are told to." Han Fei said that toward the group of people to meet up, for fear that the battle site spread to Wen Xuan hiding place.

The seven or eight men had a clear goal. They rushed straight to Han Fei. Then they looked at their tools, daggers, three edged thorns and Taidao, and even two of them went on the stage barehanded.

Han Fei's face is slightly strange. What kind of combination is this?

Just at this time, the man with the sword has rushed to Han Fei. Looking at the clogs he is wearing, Han Fei can't help but show a sneer on his face. He doesn't know how to change his shoes when he comes out to work. He's a little too dressed.

Han Fei's body shakes for a moment. The Taidao in the island man's hand has been raised high. He is preparing to chop it down. Suddenly, he feels that the Chinese man has disappeared.

Then there was a "click" and the broken sound of the clogs was clearly audible. Then there was an inhuman scream under the night sky. The island man's head was tilted and fainted. The flesh and blood of his feet and the broken clogs were deeply buried in the soil.

Han Fei didn't stop. He rushed to the man with the three edged thorn. He was the only one among them.

This guy is supposed to be an international mercenary. A three edged stab is like a snake in his hand. The first few knife flowers are just empty shadows. After he thinks he has cheated Han Fei, the three edged stab stabs Han Fei's rib with a tricky angle.

It has to be said that this guy is a bit hot with a knife, but unfortunately in front of absolute strength, this skill is just a joke.

The speed of three edged stab is very fast, but Han Fei's speed is faster than him. Just when the tip is about to stab into Han Fei's skin, the mercenary suddenly finds that his hand can no longer poke forward!

Before he could recover, his wrist seemed to be hit by a finger. Suddenly, his arm felt as if a strong current had passed through it, and he felt numb. The three edged thorn also came out of his hand. Then there was a sharp stabbing pain in his neck. The mercenary fell on his back in the dark.

Han Fei quickly took back the three edged thorns, and the blood flowed down the blood trough. It's a good thing, but it's a pity that the people who used him still lacked some points.

All of a sudden lay down two companions, the rest of those people for a time also some wavering.

At the moment, Wen Xuan is walking towards the sports car. It seems that her appearance is as natural as that of the female president who has been off duty. There is no sense of being in the battlefield!

Those guys looked at each other, immediately changed the target and rushed to Wenxuan.

Han Fei this just reaction come over, originally this group of people is to smell Xuan to come, before reason to go up to oneself, is because oneself is the only man that has revolt ability.

To solve their own, the rest of a Wen Xuan simply can't turn the day, maybe catch live back, get more rich Commission.

Wen Xuan obviously realized at the beginning that this group of people were coming for her, otherwise he would not be so anxious to get on the bus. It should be the right painting style to be honest in the back.

"What a cunning woman." Han Fei said to himself, and then rushed to Wen Xuan with faster speed.

Wen Xuan's reaction is not fast, but it's a pity that her speed is slow after all. When one of her hands has already pulled the door handle, a muscular strong man has already grasped Wen Xuan's arm.

But the next second, the strong man's face became pigliver color, covered his crotch and fell down powerlessly. In the cold moonlight, Han Fei vaguely saw that there seemed to be some blood stains on the metal heel of the needle tip shoe, and the woman was really black!

Han Fei can't help shivering. If you want to change him to the strong man's position, I'm afraid he can't avoid the fierce death of his son and grandson.

What surprised Han Fei most was that even at this critical moment, there was no panic on the woman's face. She was still arrogant and indifferent. It seemed that the killers who rushed to her were just a few worms.

Maybe this woman is a sloth, even if the knife is scratched on her body, she is still lying lazily on the tree and squinting. She will not feel pain until seven or eight hours later.

Although Wen Xuan doesn't seem to care, Han Fei doesn't dare to take the risk. In case Wen Xuan really has an accident, the family behind her will definitely overturn the whole seaside. The best outcome of all the people who have contacted her during this period is the destruction of humanity.

It's said that beautiful women are all beauties. Now Han Fei finally understands the essence of this sentence. Is this woman cute or something? After solving the problem, she doesn't rush to get on the bus. Instead, she looks at the red eyed killers with interest.

"It's a lot of harm!"

Han Fei's feet make a sudden effort, and the whole person darts out like a bow and arrow with enough strength. His right foot kicks one of them's vests.

The latter suddenly seemed to be hit by a high-speed sports car. His body twisted in a strange posture in mid air. When he landed, it was like a piece of folded rubber clay, and his head was powerless on his butt.

No matter how powerful a yoga master is, he can't complete such a difficult movement alive. This guy's spine is smashed into mud.

Wen Xuan looks at Han Fei like this, the corners of his mouth inadvertently show a smile, this man is still very concerned about his life and death, although it is mixed with some complex ingredients, but in a strict sense, he is also the first man to work hard for her.

Wen Xuan is not in a hurry to get on the bus now. He leans directly on the car door and looks at the dragon and tiger fight in front of him. The only regret is that the two sides are not of the same order of magnitude.

But in just half a minute, Han Fei had already pulled out the three edged thorn from the back of a Muay Thai master. As for the rest of them, they all fell to the ground and twitched unconsciously.

If you are lucky, you can spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair. If you are lucky, you can only hope for the next life.

Han Fei looks up at Wen Xuan with a light face and sighs. This woman is aloof from the beginning to the end. She doesn't feel sorry at all. She's busy here. She's good. She's really watching the excitement on the side.