Ximen Longting suddenly hugged Jing Jiaren in his arms: "Stupid woman, are you a fool? You come here to seek death!?"
Jing Jiaren was protected in his arms, and she felt that his face was stiffening continuously, and the gunfire kept ringing...
Master Ximen used his son's back as a target, and the gunshots were fired continuously.
Ximen Longting's tall body was about to fall to the ground.
Jing Jiaren could no longer hold him up and shouted loudly: "Ximen Longting, are you okay!?"
"It's all you. If you rush out next time, I will die!"
Ximen Longting stared at her angrily: "Get away from me."
He stretched out his hand to push her away and fell to the ground, kneeling on one leg and pressing his hands on the ground.
Mr. Ximen was addicted to it and kept pulling the wrench.
Jing Jiaren watched from the side, wanting to step forward without fear of dragging down Ximen Longting...
At first, Ximen Longting could dodge and struggle for a while, but later there were so many "gun muzzles" on his body that the pain made him unable to move.
Jing Jiaren looked at the shield sharply: "Have you had enough!?"
"..."
"Master Ximen, if I remember correctly, you are already over 60 this year! How can you still be so childish!?"
Vic's eyes widened in shock.
Jing Jiaren suddenly grabbed the cup and threw it at the screen, hitting Mr. Ximen in the face.
Mr. Ximen narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes filled with haze.
Vic replied formulaically: "Our master is 51 this year."
"I really didn't see it..."
Vic secretly complained: The master looks like he is in his early 30s at most!
"Besides, what's the difference between 51 and 60!?" Jing Jiaren yelled angrily, "You don't have any brains, they are all old men!"
I cursed in my heart: This immortal monster!
Her voice was very loud, and the bodyguards guarding the entire hall, including Vic, Wilson, "Jing Jiaren" and Ximen Longting, could all hear her clearly.
There is probably no other such a tough woman except Jing Jiaren.
Ximen Fenglie's eyes were filled with intense fog!
"I thought the famous Master Ximen could do anything mature, but he just hid behind the screen and didn't even dare to show his face! Playing dirty games." Jing Jiaren smiled coldly, "It's really disappointing.
It’s an eye-opener!”
Ximen Fenglie's red eyes flashed dimly, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he showed that skinny sneer again.
Jing Jiaren took this opportunity to grab a vase and porcelain and threw it towards the screen with all her strength.
The vase immediately fell to pieces... as if it had been hit against a solid wall.
But the screen didn't move at all, and the picture didn't even flicker.
Vic explained: "This screen is made of special tempered glass, which cannot even be penetrated by bullets."
Jing Jiaren frowned, Damn it, damn it! This weird old man!
Ximen Fenglie stared at Jing Jiaren coldly for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, and threw the pistol on the table.
Was it because the fight was boring, or was he provoked by her words?
Jing Jiaren didn't want to worry about it - she just deliberately wanted to anger Master Ximen and make him hit her.
"Ximen Longting, are you okay?"
Ximen Longting stared at her gloomily: "What do you think!?"
If he had been hit by a real gun, his whole body would have been covered in bleeding muzzles and he would not have been able to stand up.
Jing Jiaren felt distressed: "I'll help you up."
"With the strength of your cat claws, get out of the way!" Ximen Longting was afraid of crushing her and refused to let her get close.
Wilson immediately came over, gave his hand, and helped the owner stand up.