Before the Eight-faced Buddha could finish vomiting blood, Luo Yunyun kicked it out again.
The Eight-faced Buddha groaned, blood splattered on his waist, and his whole body fell again.
He broke several bushes of grass before stopping.
He looked painful and had no power to fight again.
"This time, it's really over!"
Luo Yunyun smiled sweetly and twisted her graceful body forward.
She wanted to step on the throat of the Eight-faced Buddha with one foot.
"Swoosh!"
However, Luo Yunyun changed color quickly...
The eight-faced Buddha, who was lying on the edge of the hillside, raised his right hand and an object flew towards Luo Yunyun.
Luo Yunyun thought it was another thunder, so she subconsciously avoided it.
With just one sound, an unknown object hit the ground, and it was a round stone.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the eight-faced Buddha's body suddenly flipped, rolled out three or four meters, and then rolled down a canal.
It is dozens of meters long and splashes everywhere.
"bite--"
Luo Yunyun moved her foot and chased her, but as soon as she stepped on the hillside, her ankle was tripped by a fishing line.
She shuddered and jumped backwards, and rolled out on the spot.
Almost at the same time, the hillside exploded with a bang.
Fires soared into the sky, black smoke filled with it, and countless gravels flew.
Luo Yunyun's thigh hurt and she had a steel ball.
There is no doubt that this is the escape passage left by the Eight-faced Buddha for himself.
Not only did he escape through the canal, he also set up landmines to stop the enemy.
Looking at the thick black smoke and night, Luo Yunyun's pretty face became gloomy and then took out her cell phone...
An hour and a half later, Villa No. 1 on the top of Baiyun Villa.
The Eight-faced Buddha, who escaped from Luo Yunyun's hand, rushed out of the darkness with wet body and rolled into the hall quietly.
He did not run down the mountain through the canal.
He knew that no matter how fast he ran, he could not beat Luo Yunyun's phone call.
The other party is so powerful and has so many people, so there must have been deployed at the foot of the mountain.
If he ran down the mountain, he would probably be locked and caught soon.
The Eight-faced Buddha was exhausted and used up his thunder in his hands, so he was unable to fight Luo Yunyun.
So after he rushed out of the canal for hundreds of meters, he immediately endured the pain and climbed up the mountain from another canal.
After more than an hour, he finally reached the top and then entered Villa No. 1 that he had investigated a few days ago.
The eight-faced Buddha is used to the cunning rabbit's three holes.
Villa No. 1 is the King of Buildings, but it is also very cold at a high place.
After no one lives, the mountain wind is howling and even more gloomy.
This dark and cold feeling not only did not make the Eight-faced Buddha afraid, but instead made him feel a little more secure.
"Um--"
After a little breath, the Eight-faced Buddha exhaled a long breath, and then smeared and found a corner.
He took out a large bag of things from a hole.
That was his clothes, guns, food and medicines in advance.
The Eight-faced Buddha took out a piece of beauty and white medicine, squeezed out a large part of it and applied it to the wound on his waist.
The coolness immediately relieved his pain and made him groan comfortably.
He also pinched a fluorescent stick to make his vision clearer.
But the cold light not only allowed him to see the surrounding environment clearly, but also allowed him to see a girl.
It is Nangong Youyou next to Ye Fan.
Nangong Youyou was looking at him with a smile, holding the beef jerky he placed in the package in his hand.
The eight-faced Buddha's body stiffened and he subconsciously pulled out his gun.
"Don't move--"
Before he could pull the trigger, a spear hit his head.
Cold, cold, and it goes straight to the heart.
"Hello, Mr. Eight-faced Buddha, we're meeting again."
Shen Hongxiu's voice was very indifferent: "Mr. Ye asked me to ask, do you have any last words?"
Ye Fan has put a series of traps on himself.
The eight-faced Buddha sighed like autumn leaves withering.
He knew the power of Chen Hongxiu and Nangong Youyou.
He couldn't deal with the two of them without being injured, let alone the end of his strength now.
"I admit defeat to the king."
The Eight-faced Buddha threw away the beauty of the beauty, the guns in his hands, and all the miscellaneous items in his pockets, wallets and debris.
He opened his arms and spoke to Chen Hongxiu: "Give me some fun."
"It's a man who will help you."
Chen Hongxiu nodded slightly and was about to pull the trigger, but suddenly his eyes narrowed.
She stared at a photo of a girl on the Eight-faced Buddha's wallet...
"Bang--"
The next second, Chen Hongxiu directly knocked the Eight-faced Buddha out of the way.
She picked up the photo, took out her cell phone, and called Ye Fan...
"I'm not dead?"
The next morning, the sky was gray, and the eight-faced Buddha groaned and woke up from his coma.
He tried hard to open his swollen eyes, shook his dizzy and painful head, and looked at the environment in front of him.
He showed himself in a basement.
The basement is more than fifty square meters, which is very simple, but has basic living facilities.
Beds, tables and chairs, toilets, and ventilation facilities are all available.
If the doors and windows were not made of huge steel strips, and six cameras above the head, the Eight-faced Buddha thought that the trip to the Dragon City was a dream.
Ye Fan didn't kill himself?
The Eight-faced Buddha frowned, not sure what this means.
Almost as soon as the thought arose, the steel door opened, and Nangong Youyou walked in with a smile on his face.
He was still playing with a hammer in his left hand, as if he was about to knock on someone's head at any time.
Behind her was Ye Fan in white.
At the door, there are also Shen Hongsleeves guarding each other.
Seeing Ye Fan, the Eight-Faced Buddha instinctively tightened his nerves and his strength subconsciously surged.
But it was fine if he didn't move. Once he moved, he felt weak all over and felt severe pain.
He looked down and saw a lot of silver needles pierced on his body.
"Don't move, I didn't handcuff you, but I put a ban on you."
Ye Fan saw the hostility of the Eight-faced Buddha, and Feng Qingyun smiled faintly:
"You can't use your strength, you don't even have the strength to get out of bed and run for a hundred meters."
"And if you are too lucky, you will be able to turn your blood and make you lose your skills."
"So it's better for you to be more at ease."
Ye Fan advised and handed a sandwich and milk tea to the Eight-faced Buddha.
"Ye Fan, what do you mean?"
The Eight-faced Buddha did not take the food, but just stared at Ye Fan with sharp eyes:
"You can dig out my hiding place at any cost, and use the powerful cannon fodder of the Fan Kingdom as a pioneer."
"You are dealing with me one by one, don't you just want to kill me to prevent future troubles?"
"Why are you leaving me now?"
He asked word by word: "Are you going to humiliate me and hurt you?"
Ye Fan put the sandwich and milk tea on the bedside table: "Is my layout so small?"
The Eight-faced Buddha's eyes turned cold: "Then do you want to dig out the employer from me?"
"I tell you, don't think so."
"Although I am not a good person, and my hands are stained with countless blood, I am definitely not a rumor."
"If I take other people's money and favors, I will guard the other party's background at any cost."
"Even if I sacrifice my life, I will never refuse."
The Eight-faced Buddha showed his strength and credibility, and made every effort to protect the eldest son of the Luo family behind him.