He Wenhao grabbed Mo Lingwei's wrist, pushed her into the wing room, and shouted: "Lock the door."
Mo Lingwei stood in the wing room, leaning against the door, listening to the sound of fighting outside, gritted her teeth tightly, pulled out the silver hairpin on her head from the bun, and held it firmly in her hand.
He Wenhao blocked the door, outnumbered, the door of the wing room was kicked open by someone, the man just stepped in, Mo Lingwei raised the hairpin with his hand, and the sharp silver hairpin pierced the man's neck.
The silver hairpin was not pierced deep, and when it was pulled out, black blood gurgled out from the small hole, and the man fell to the ground before he even had time to groan, his body was stuck in the threshold, and the door of the side room could not be closed up...
One after another people rushed over, trying to catch her, Xiu'er opened her dark eyes, pushed aside the cloak covering her eyes with her small hands, and looked at the life-and-death scene outside, her already solemn and handsome face was icy cold, The bottom of the eyes seemed to have fallen snow.
Warm blood splattered on the cloak and his clothes, and the ignorance in Xiu'er's eyes gradually faded away, revealing the vicious gaze of a wolf cub.
Mo Lingwei was completely unaware of all this. Her hands were stained with blood, and the bracelet on her wrist had already been taken off and spliced into a sharp dagger. The sharp blade was smeared with dark green poison, and was handed over to the man who was desperately guarding the door. He Wenhao.
There was a loud bang, and someone who broke into the courtyard suddenly shot He Wenhao at the bottom of his feet.
Bullets and tiles spark brightly.
"Stop!" The man's voice was deep and thick, with high toes, "Second Young Master He is really an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, knowing what this woman means to the He family, and yet desperately protecting her.
It's really a dog that eats inside and out! "
The man strode forward with long legs and walked over step by step, aiming his smoking gun at the bound child in front of Mo Lingwei.
Mo Lingwei lowered her head slowly, and looked down to see that Xiu'er's head was all exposed outside the blood-stained cloak.
The child was less than three years old, with the baby's chubby soft face and clear eyes, he was staring at the man standing in front of him without fear for a moment.
The man was born tall and burly, with long legs wrapped in a pair of boots, bearded, and sharp facial features. He looked about forty years old, and the body of a green dragon was vividly tattooed on his round and strong arms.
He Wenhao clearly knew the man in front of him. Exhausted, he slid down the door panel and sat on the ground, gasping for breath: "Guangzhu, I advise you to think twice before you act. If you hurt any of them, once you get off Shuai returned to Yuncheng, and he will never let you go.
Your Azure Dragon Gang may also be forced to disband. "
"Disband?" The man seemed to have heard a big joke: "Don't say that Feng Shaojin can't come back now, even if Feng Shaojin can come back, with the friendship between the He family and the Qinglong Gang, he has the ability to dismiss us?
can he
Does he dare? "
He Wenhao: "..."
He Wenhao fell into despair, "How do you know that Young Marshal Feng will not come back?"
"The Dongyang people's stronghold was bombed by our wise and powerful Marshal Feng. This battle will not be over for a long time. Both sides suffered heavy casualties. If the fight continues, it will only be more disadvantageous to us southerners.
Therefore, Young Marshal Feng came up with a trick to draw his salary from the bottom...
It was heard that the sound of the explosion resounded through the sky, and half of the night sky was reddened by the fire.
It has reached this level, do you think he can still escape from the hands of the Japanese and come back alive?
As long as there is even a slight chance of him surviving, do you think the newspapers in Yuncheng will report his death with great fanfare? "