When Meng Xiaoan returned home, he felt a little satisfied and vain in his heart. He didn't expect that woman Ma Hongxi would let him play with her for an hour. This, this seemed strange, but how could Meng Xiaoan think of Ma Hongxi's intention behind it?
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Meng Xue has come back. She was a little tired from shopping, so she went to bed early.
Meng Xiaoan seemed very energetic. He planned to go online, take a shower, and get up early tomorrow.
Meng Xiaoan surfed the Internet for more than ten minutes, stood up, and it was time to take a shower and go to bed.
Meng Xiaoan wore a pair of underwear and walked around the room looking very cool.
At this time, he thought that it would be really cool if a woman helped him rub his back or something like that.
Meng Xiaoan felt a little regretful. He should have taken a bath at Ma Hongxi's place. Why did he think he was so evil?
But this is understandable, after all, he is a young man with a strong spirit.
Meng Xiaoan yawned and did not go to take a shower immediately. He came to the window and opened the curtains.
"What a beautiful night, what a passionate night, how lonely I am." Meng Xiaoan said very ###.
Meng Xiaoan opened the window, and well, the wind blew and made his body fly up.
Meng Xiaoan stretched his hands comfortably.
"I wonder if you are thinking of me at this time? I remember there was a song in the morning called "Will you come again tonight?"
Meng Xiaoan hummed the song very happily.
He closed his eyes comfortably while humming a song, enjoying the cool breeze.
Meng Xiaoan suddenly realized that something was looking at him?
Well, he felt like a little sheep being stared at by a lion.
Meng Xiaoan's eyes suddenly opened, and two figures fell from the sky like lightning.
Thunderbolt, Yellow Turban.
Meng Xiaoan's eyes widened, and he immediately thought of a question, why is his eyelids twitching so much? It turns out that someone is trying to assassinate him?
Or Thunderbolt and Yellow Turban.
Couldn't Ma Hongxi figure it out? Why is this happening? Meng Xiaoan hated Ma Hongxi several hundred times in his heart, and then his body flew out.
When his body fell, Thunderbolt's sword stabbed his left shoulder.
When the yellow scarf was knocked off, Meng Xiaoan's hair almost flew out.
Meng Xiaoan scolded fiercely: "You are an uncle."
First, you have to dodge Lei Pili's sword, and then use the power of Huang Jin's palm.
Meng Xiaoan's body spun strangely in the air. Lei Pili didn't look surprised at all, but his sword did not change and still stabbed Meng Xiaoan's shoulder.
No matter how Meng Xiaoan changed direction, his sword still stayed firmly on Meng Xiaoan's shoulder.
The Yellow Turban accelerates its fall.
Meng Xiaoan's eyebrows knitted together, it was like a thunderbolt. There was no way, Meng Xiaoan had already fallen to the ground at this time.
His shoulder was struck hard by a thunderbolt.
Fortunately, even if Meng Xiaoan's body shifted a little, his shoulder blade would have been pierced.
Meng Xiaoan took a step back, then pushed up with both hands.
There was a bang.
Meng Xiaoan's legs almost fell to his knees
Meng Xiaoan's body suddenly pushed up with force, and Huang Jin's body flew back.
Meng Xiaoan did not leave a second of opportunity for Lei Pili. He was not sure about these two people, not at all.
Meng Xiaoan's escape skills were fully demonstrated at this time.
He was flying across the road as fast as a rocket.
Huangjin and Lei Pili made up their minds to kill Meng Xiaoan tonight, so when they saw Meng Xiaoan running away, the two of them quickly chased after him.
Meng Xiaoan looked back and asked, "Holy shit, are these two bastards really going to chase me?"
Was he going to die? Meng Xiaoan's palms were sweating.
He was running faster and faster. There was no way he could do it. He was about to be killed. He even used all his strength to feed himself.
He was fast and crossed a street quickly.
Meng Xiaoan planned to go to the police station to escape, just like the last time, but he immediately remembered what time it was. Even if there were police, they were on duty and few were useful.
Without a hundred policemen holding guns, Meng Xiaoan would feel that his life was not guaranteed.
Meng Xiaoan really gave up the idea of going to the police station.
He looked at the injury on his shoulder, and then cursed with a thunderbolt.
Is this how I want to be crippled?
He felt that his speed had slowed down a bit.
His legs seemed to be slowly getting tired.
Lei Pili and Huang Jin calmly chased Meng Xiaoan from behind.
Meng Xiaoan's injury was bleeding, and they didn't believe where they could hide.
Meng Xiaoan's eyes suddenly glanced at a place. Now Huang Jin and Lei Pili probably couldn't catch up.
Meng Xiaoan is also extremely strong, and this guy only has a pair of underwear on.
I originally planned to take a shower, but now? Damn it, isn’t this going to cost me my life?
Fortunately, there weren't many people around late at night. Even if someone saw it, they would think it was crazy.
Meng Xiaoan suddenly shouted loudly and pressed all his energy to his feet.
His feet seemed to have accelerators.
The body flew into the air and entered a big house.
Huang Jin sneered: "No matter where you hide, I will kill you."
Lei Pili suddenly stopped, his expression extremely gloomy.
Huang Jin also stopped: "Why don't you chase me?"
The corner of Lei Pili's mouth twitched: "I can't chase you."
Huang Jin asked: "Why?"
Lei Pili said slowly: "This is the governor's home."
Huang Jin was stunned for a moment, but quickly said: "So what? I haven't taken him seriously yet."
Lei Pili said: "I know you don't take him seriously, don't you forget, our current plan has not been successful, so we can't create extra problems."
Huangjin said: "Is it just like letting Meng Xiaoan run away?"
Lei Pili was also extremely angry, but he suppressed his emotions: "He is injured, we will go there tomorrow."
Huangjin said: "Well, let this kid live one more night."
Yi Chu, the governor's rich daughter, seemed to notice someone knocking on the window while she was sleeping in a daze.
She immediately opened her eyes. Could it be that there was a ghost?
No, she quickly denied herself and said, there can't be ghosts, what age is this?
A shadow of a hand appeared in front of the window.
She was even more frightened. She was frightened inside. She wanted to take the phone, but she found that her hands were shaking violently.
She was not afraid of anything but ghosts, and her usual strength was gone, which made her angry.
