That flash of cold light was too sudden, and Nie Chen, who was immersed in the warm atmosphere, and his thoughts were wandering, did not react in time. And the people around him, whose reaction ability was several levels higher than that of Nie Chen, were even less aware of it, and did not notice it.
Despite the bone-chilling murderous intent, he still kept a smile on his face.
When Niechen reacted, he was unable to stop the killer's attack, but he subconsciously turned into a shadow and appeared in front of Guan Feixuan, and used his own body to protect Guan Feixuan and the little girl.
scold!
The sound of the blade piercing the clothes and the splatter of blood woke up those who were belatedly aware of it, including Guan Feixuan and the little girl.
The sudden assassination caused panic and everyone ran away!
Guan Feixuan, who was held in Niechen's arms, opened her red lips, with a look of panic and unconcealable worry. The hot blood splashed on her beautiful face made her fall into frightening memories.
Screamed.
The little girl was protected by Nie Chen and did not notice that her father was injured. However, Guan Feixuan's scream made her raise her head unconsciously and saw the panicked face of the goddess aunt, her father's pale face, and the figure in the air.
Sliding bright red blood beads.
The blade did not pierce Nie Chen's body, because his terrifying reaction force caused him to move a little while holding Guan Feixuan and the little girl. However, the unabated Sen Leng blade still cut through his clothes, and then scratched his clothes.
It broke his back, leaving a long bloody mark.
scold!
The cold light struck again, heading straight for Nirvana's back.
Niechen, who had a pale but cold complexion, turned around in an instant and punched the killer on the temple.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound, and the huge force caused the killer to fly out, hit the railing of the carousel, and then fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust. Life or death was unknown!
"Nirvana..." Guan Feixuan was just about to speak when she saw a flexible figure stepping through the air through the flustered crowd at a speed as fast as lightning.
Niechen, who discovered it earlier than Guan Feixuan, slammed his right foot on the ground, and with a bang, he pulled up. Then, his body rotated 360 degrees in the air, and a precise and fierce whip hit the person's head.
Chest.
The person came and left even faster. He spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and broke a tall street lamp.
Click!
The bottom of the street lamp pole shattered and hit the chaotic crowd. A crying little girl stood there alone, calling her parents. And her position was exactly in the middle of the fallen street lamp pole.
"Ah..." Guan Feixuan exclaimed subconsciously, extremely anxious. If the street lamp pole fell down, it would not only be the little girl who would be injured or even die, but also some others who were scattered aimlessly.
Innocent people running away.
Nie Chen didn't want to take care of it, but when he turned around, he saw Guan Feixuan's anxious face, looking at him with blind trust and weak begging in his eyes. It was like grabbing the last lifeline in the boundless sea.
straw.
Holding back the severe pain in his body, Nirvana disappeared from the spot in an instant. When he appeared, he was already holding the fallen lamppost with both hands like a giant, without wavering at all.
Guan Feixuan cried with joy, and her heart was filled with shock like a turbulent wave. At this moment, Nirvana was extremely domineering, like the king who ruled the world. But the low blood added a touch of gloomy sadness to this domination.
But at this moment, among the chaotic crowd, a killer with Peking opera makeup suddenly appeared like a ghost, holding a dagger in his hand and stabbed Guan Feixuan, who was staring blankly at Nirvana. The little girl who was also looking at Nirvana
Naturally, the girl didn't notice it, her big black eyes blinked and blinked, full of obsession and pride.
Nirvana, who was paying full attention to the surrounding disturbances, naturally discovered the killer with a Peking Opera mask at the first time.
This moment of Nirvana is wrathful.
The monstrous rage rushed straight into the sky. Niechen roared angrily, concentrated all his strength on his hands, lifted the street lamp pole, and after forcibly changing the direction, the roots pointed directly at the killer. Then, Nie Chen held up the lamp pole with one hand, right
The feet retreat back to the ground and the body becomes like throwing a javelin.
"Death!" A roar shook the area. Niechen's face was bloodshot, his arms were tense and veins appeared, and he threw the thick and heavy street lamp pole with brute force. The target was directly aimed at the killer.
call!
Like howling in the wind, the street lamp pole traced a plain trajectory, and in an instant, it penetrated the killer's head. The lamp pole's castration remained unabated, and the killer's body was fixed on a merry-go-round with it.
Bang bang bang...
The merry-go-round suddenly shattered, and the tail of the street lamp pole hit the ground rapidly and erratically.
This scene is shocking!
Nirvana, who stood upright like a giant holding the sky and the earth, staggered back, swayed, and knelt down on one knee. Blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth, and his face became paler.
At this time, several strong and muscular men in suits protected Guan Feixuan and the little girl in the center.
Niechen breathed a long sigh of relief after seeing this scene. The stinging pain in his body made his face a little distorted. Although the knife in his back was skillfully avoided, it still stabbed very deep. In addition, such a large movement
, the body lost too much blood.
Guan Feixuan burst into tears and arrogantly pushed away the bodyguard her parents had arranged for her, but it had no effect at all. She led the little girl and ran to Nie Chen, held Nie Chen in her arms, choked with sobs, and asked incoherently.
: "How are you...how are you..."
The little girl squatted aside and held her father's generous palm. Tears filled her big black eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them stay.
Niechen forced a smile at Guan Feixuan and signaled Guan Feixuan not to worry. Then he smiled at the little girl and asked, "Girl, isn't your dad handsome today?"
The little girl nodded heavily and said in a childish but firm voice: "Handsome!"
Guan Feixuan wanted to laugh, but she shed more tears. She shouted at the bodyguards who were automatically protecting her: "Why don't you call an ambulance?"
At this moment, Guan Feixuan was extremely angry.
No one knew that at the age of nine, Guan Feixuan, who had narrowly escaped death, did not shed a single tear from beginning to end, biting her lips stubbornly and remaining silent.
When she was thirteen years old, she was assassinated again. The dangerous Guan Feixuan stood there calmly, like a puppet.
At the age of seventeen, Guan Feixuan was assassinated for the third time and was covered in blood, but she smiled brightly at her father who came in a hurry.
This year, Guan Feixuan was twenty-one years old and was assassinated for the fourth time. Perhaps she and Si had an inextricable cause and effect. It was like reincarnation again and again, intertwined and cut.
But this time, she cried completely. No one knew the reason. Maybe, even she didn't know.
Maybe it's because of Nirvana's bravery without caring about his own life, or maybe it's because of the grievances and fears that can no longer be suppressed in his heart.
Looking at Niechen's pale but still smiling face, Guan Feixuan hugged Niechen tightly. At this moment, even she herself didn't know that she was afraid of losing.
Having experienced life and death at the age of nine, she would not have the instinctive fear of blood like a little woman. She would not have the unreasonable fear of Nirvana who kills people with her own hands.
Guan Feixuan, who had never felt safe before, now felt unprecedented peace of mind.
Even she herself was not sure whether she came to the crowded playground to feel the joy of childhood, or to seek relief and get rid of the torture of fear.
No one knew that there was a piece of rice paper sandwiched in her diary with the number "four" written on it. Her mother said that it was written to her by a fortune teller when she was still in her infancy.
