Chapter 393

"Big Brother, please Please, let go Let me go... " Pockmarked face full of white, almost with a cry to Chen Yang said.

Then, a bad smell came. Chen Yang realized that pockmarked face, the so-called "Nanjiang God of chariots" who was known to be able to make people spit, had vomited nothing to spit. He was salivating acid water in his stomach, and his nose and tears made Chen Yang feel very sympathetic.

"Hold on, chariot. The revolution is about to succeed. You can't fall here." Chen Yang slightly cocked the corner of his mouth, while speaking, his hands were still moving. The nearly disintegrated taxi was a wail, and he rushed forward like crazy.

At this time, the car has left the city, not far from the foot of the mountain, is stopping Xiao Hong Maserati.

"Hiss ~"

a screeching brake sound sounded, and the taxi stopped. Chen Yang looked at the pockmarked face of the dead fish eye, opened the door and came to the silver Maserati.

Knock on the door, looked inside the car, but found Xiao Hong is not in it. So he opened the perspective, looked around, confirmed the direction, and went straight up the mountain along a path.

On the mountain, Xiao Hong stood alone, the cold wind blowing her short hair. She looked at the distance, her eyes showed a little confused.

"Oh, Miss Xiao is so elegant." Hearing the voice from behind, Xiao Hong's eyes returned to Qingming and turned around.

Even in the dark, Xiao Hong can still feel Chen Yang's warm smile. The bright moonlight, shining his tall figure, really like the hero from the cartoon.

"You are not slow." Xiao Hong said faintly, her voice was like a lark.

A cold wind blows, blowing Chen Yang's Cape hunting, he can't help tightening his tight coat.

"Not bad, not bad. I'm just in time to catch up. If it wasn't for Miss Xiao's mercy, I'm afraid I'll be killed if I don't catch up with her again. " Chen Yang smiles, meaning has a way.

Xiao Hong naturally knew what he was referring to. If it had not been for the rearview mirror, she would have never imagined that Chen Yang had chased her all the way in a broken taxi.

"Mr. Chen is a real joker." Xiao Hong said, the lotus step moves gently, gradually two people's distance gets closer.

Xiao Hong's move can frighten Chen Yang. On the surface, he is unmoved, but in his heart he resists the impulse to retreat. Looking at the beautiful woman close at hand and smelling the faint fragrance of her body, Chen Yang could not help but fantasize.

The key to Xiao Hong's face and figure is her heroic spirit. Any man will have the desire to conquer.

Now it's early morning, the mountains and mountains, lonely men and women, if something happens, would you be sorry for the good moonlight on the top of the head?

Touching his nose, Chen Yang looks at Xiao Hong. This look, the heart is a burst of acceleration, that pair of watery apricot eyes seem to be telling him endless amorous feelings.

Shit! This woman won't really have an idea for herself. In the middle of the night, she leads herself to the ghost place where she doesn't get to the village and back to the shop. Is it true that she wants to do something indescribable with herself?

Xiao Hong doesn't speak, but Chen Yang is suddenly nervous. You know, he's still a virgin. Is it the first time we have to explain it in an indistinct way, or in the form of field operations? He was a man who could not stand the temptation, especially in the face of such a wonderful woman.

On the surface, Chen Yang keeps a smile that makes people feel like spring breeze, but he has staged a big drama of the year in his heart. He even fantasizes that Xiao Hong slowly takes off her clothes, reveals her concave and convex white body, and lies on the ground and allows herself to ravage.

A gust of wind blowing coldly, Chen Yang couldn't help but shiver. Hastily eliminated all the bad ideas in my mind and took the lead to open my mouth, which broke the strange calm between the two people.

"Miss Xiao, I'm here on schedule. Should you keep your promise and tell me what you should tell me?"

"Pooh ~"

after listening to Chen Yang, Xiao Hong chuckled. She plucked her hair in front of her forehead, gently opened her mouth and enunciated words like beads:

"Mr. Chen is really stupid and lovely. Do you believe me when I say that?"

Chen Yang's face changed greatly. The wind on the mountain became stronger.

"What does Miss Xiao mean by that?" Chen Yang's tone is slightly cold.

"Ha ha, don't you know what that means, miss?" A burst of hearty laughter came, two shadows came out, one left and one right standing beside Xiao Hong.

Chen Yang subconsciously opened the distance, fixed his eyes, and saw two old men, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin. They are all wearing antique robes, gray and white, standing with their hands down, their gray hair dancing with the wind, and their hands and feet are full of master style.

Somehow, Chen Yang felt a sense of danger from them, just like the old man in black.

Oh, no, it's a trick!

Chen Yang was upset in his heart. Looking at the two old people's eyes full of vigilance, and now Xiao Hong has restrained the expression on her face, appears more and more heroic."Chen Yang, if I don't feel wrong, that little thing is there." Xiao Hong said lightly, full of confidence in her tone.

"What?" Chen Yang's eyes coagulated and asked.

"Oh I'm not Xiao Hong said quietly, looking at Chen Yang's eyes, there was a flash of strange light.

What?!

How could she know she had a dog in her hand?

Chen Yang has a dignified look and a violent fluctuation in his heart. No third person knows about this matter except himself and Wu Ming. And the rose rangers are just like the beginning of their own, directly as a cat, although it is increasingly extraordinary.

This can't help but surprise Chen Yang. He suddenly thought, is it these people who have been chasing Wu Ming? But when did the Xiao family have such strength?

No, this is not Xiaojia, one of the four famous people in Nanjiang City, but

"Are you from guwuxiao's family?" Chen Yang plays with the throwing knife that appears in the palm of his hand. He looks at Xiao Hong and asks with a smile.

"Well?"

After listening to Chen Yang's words, the two old men's looks changed obviously, while Xiao Hong frowned heavily.

"Boy, I know a lot." Said the stout old man in a gray robe, in a harsh voice, as if two pieces of metal were rubbing against each other.

"I don't know. I just know that." Chen Yang shrugged his shoulders and spat out his tongue, looking very flat.

"Arrogant!" This time it was a tall, thin old man in a white robe, with uncontrollable anger in his voice.

Hey, this is an irascible old man. Maybe it will be a breakthrough later. Chen Yang wrote it down in his heart.

Xiao Hong's attention is focused on Chen Yang's high-speed rotating Throwing Knife in the palm of his hand. The flying knife is about 27 cm long and willow shaped. Its body is sharp and its blade is as thin as paper. There are two red and green ribbons about 8 cm long attached to the end of the handle, which brings out a brilliant light in the rotation. Beautiful as it is, it is fatal. Across a distance, Xiao Hong can feel a sense of cold killing.

Chen Yang also seems to show his pure control of the throwing knife. He makes all kinds of dangerous and incredible movements between his wrists, which makes the two old men look dignified.

This kid is not a good guy! Although he has only a flying knife in his hand now, maybe he has it all over his waist, knees and shoes.

And the skill of this throwing knife is not under that man!

Chen Yangcai did not care what the two old men thought. He put away the throwing knife and looked at Xiao Hong. His dark eyes seemed to have some kind of soul stirring magic power, which made Xiao Hong's mind shake. It took a long time to come back.

As if to cover up something, Xiao Hong said coldly to Chen Yang:

"hand over that little thing, maybe you can live tonight!"

"What if I say no?"