Nangong Han took advantage of the situation and kissed her hand, "You said it, good people don't live long and disasters live for thousands of years. Bad people like me will not die easily!"
This was obviously something Xiang Yimo used to ridicule him, but when he said it, it turned out to be a compliment.
"It seems that you are quite proud of it!"
"Actually, I'm not indifferent to you!"
"I know!" Xiang Yimo raised his eyebrows and said sternly, "That day, when I returned to the original room, you came to see me!"
"How do you know?"
"A piece of cuff from your suit jacket fell at the door."
Nangong Han's eyes darkened, "That's because I heard you asking Teng Yue about Chu Zhanjin, shouting his name open and shut, and when you got angry, you were dragged down by me for some reason."
"Chicken belly!" Xiang Yimo muttered, pressing her cheek against his chest, enjoying the warm and solid feeling of security at this moment.
Nangong Han hugged her and walked out of the hospital.
The bright moon shone brightly, as clear and translucent as water, and blended into Xiang Yimo's watery eyes, flashing with bright light. She raised her head and stared at Nangong Han, and accidentally fell into his deep and gloomy eyes, as if a deep
There was a faint magical power in the bottomless autumn pool, which attracted her deeper and deeper.
The moonlight penetrated the sparse shadows of the newly plucked sprouts, forming mottled dark shadows on the ground, which intertwined repeatedly. The breeze blew and swayed, like ghosts and monsters floating in the air, creating an eerie and cold atmosphere.
A dozen figures suddenly jumped out from the shadows and rushed toward Nangong Han. They held a long machete in their hands, and the silver blade was sharp and charming.
"Nangong Han, you killed my father beatrice. I will kill you today and make you pay for it with blood!" The strong young man at the head glared at Nangong Han, with burning anger in his eyes, and with one move of his machete, "Today,
I also want you to taste the feeling of being hacked to death with random knives!" His muscles were swollen, his arms were covered with ferocious tattoos, and his red hair was burning like a flame.
Nangong Han lowered his head and glanced at Xiang Yimo. His dark gaze was bottomless, but it gave people a sense of safety and security. "I'm here, don't be afraid!" The deep and deep voice was magnetic, as deep and powerful as a cello.
, penetrated directly into his heart. He put Xiang Yimo down.
She nodded. Facing the murderous aura coming towards her, she was not afraid at all. She clenched her fists and said heroically, "Which ones are you going to deal with? Leave the rest to me!"
A drop of cold sweat fell from Nangong Han's forehead, "You are pregnant now, and you still want to fight?"
"Seeing such a scene, my hands will inevitably feel itchy!"
"Leave all this little Luo to me, and you are not allowed to interfere with any of it!"
"Why?" Xiang Yimo's tone was quite plaintive, "You discriminate against pregnant women!"
"It's too violent and not good for prenatal education!"
Xiang Yimo pouted and murmured, "Oh!"
"Nangong Han, have you finished explaining your last words?"
"Matchstick, why are you so arrogant? Don't think that you are powerful because of the large number of people. You are still no match for my man!" Xiang Yimo glared at him angrily.
"Matchstick?" He touched his red hair and scolded angrily, "Smelly Sanba, originally I thought you were pretty and wanted to let you go, but now it seems that you want to do it with Nangong Han.
What a pair of ghostly mandarin ducks!"
"Beatrice's hair is yellow, how could he give birth to a red-haired son? Could it be that he was crossed with a mane-haired dog? Yellow and brown look red." Xiang Yimo called him a dog in disguise.
"Smelly Sanba, you will be fined if you don't eat the toast, I will cut you into pieces today!"
Xiang Yimo looked disdainful and stuck out his tongue at him, "Hard!"
"Close your eyes!" Nangong Han put her back on the ground and hugged her slender waist.
"Why?" If you can't go on the field, it's better to be a cheerleader and cheer for you.
"Such bloody scenes are not good for prenatal education!"
"That's right!" Xiang Yimo closed her eyes. Although she couldn't see him, she could smell his unique masculine musk scent and feel the strong and strong arms around her waist. She suddenly felt at ease.
Nangong Han's right hand was still wrapped with gauze, and his left hand took out a sig-sauger pistol. The bright silver metallic luster exuded a bloodthirsty chill. The pistol was small and exquisite, easy to carry, and had a double-row magazine for ammunition. The aiming baseline was long.
Can reach 200mm.
"The battle is over quickly, you'd better go together!"
Matchstick looked at Nangong Han in confusion, "You are obviously right-handed. Now that your right hand is injured, can you shoot with your left hand?"
It turns out that I came here after doing enough homework. I learned that Nangong Han's right hand was injured and his attack power must have been weakened. So he took advantage of the fact that there were no bodyguards around him, so he took advantage of it and provoked him rashly.
"It's more than enough to deal with a few of you!"
"What a shame!" Matchstick roared angrily, "Brothers, don't be afraid, he can't shoot with his left hand, he's just trying to scare him!" He took the lead and rushed towards Nangong Han, splitting the tight air with his sharp machete, sharply
Air currents swirl in the air.
He waved Han Dao, reflecting dazzling silver light.
Nangong Han was very calm. He turned around with Xiang Yimo in his arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, and shot out the bullet, "Bang-bang-bang-"
The sound of painful wails suddenly echoed through the silent sky, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.
Nangong Han didn't want to hurt innocent people, so every shot only hit the back of their hands, making them unable to hold the gun.
"Ah..." the matchstick shouted and slashed towards Nangong Han's back.
Nangong Han kicked him backwards, knocking him to the ground. He turned around slowly and stepped on his back, "First of all, it's still unknown whether you are Beatrice's illegitimate son. Secondly,
Beatrice was not killed by me. In the end, the inheritance was usurped by Elisa, and you should be looking for her instead of me!" After saying that, he picked up Xiang Yimo and turned to the parking lot.
How could Xiang Yimo be obedient? She kept squinting her eyes and peeking, she was puzzled.
According to his past character, as long as he provoked Nangong Han, he would never let them live. Why did he just shoot and wound them this time instead of putting them to death?
"Why did you suddenly change your gender?"
"What's the meaning?"
"According to your previous personality of always comparing every penny, you have to skin those people!"