Feng Yan laughed in a low voice, "Isn't it? The Feng family is so majestic. You can destroy whoever you want! So, remember, the Feng family is not easy to mess with."
The man felt nervous and immediately pointed a gun at Su Hanyan's head.
He took off the towel from her mouth, she opened her mouth tremblingly, shouting hoarsely, "Ayan..."
This vague low shout was like a sharp blade, stabbing into Feng Yan's strong body with a knife.
Layer after layer of pain slowly piled up in his body, boiling in his blood, tormenting his body and reason.
"Ayan..."
Su Hanyan just shouted in pain.
Hearing her voice with a crying voice, he heard his strong and hard heart shattering piece by piece, and the hoarse and low calls filled his eardrums.
"The God of Death is here!" Feng Yan took out something from his pants, held it tightly in his palm, and raised it high, "I can use the God of Death recipe for her peace."
"Hahaha..." The man was probably very satisfied with his statement and shouted excitedly, "You are such a good businessman."
After saying that, he pulled open the black mask on Su Hanyan's eyes as if to show his sincerity.
The wind blew across her cheeks, and Feng Yan found the familiar pair of eyes with horror in her messy hair.
He was about to step forward when the red dot on his heart was frozen on his temple.
"Don't move, give death to my people, behave, don't move rashly."
Feng Yan glanced at the person close to him and spread his palms.
In the palm of the palm is a slender transparent glass bottle.
Under the dim light, the subordinate couldn't see what bottle it was.
But Feng Yan knew very well that this bottle was obtained by chance when he bent down to tie his shoelaces on the way he came.
He thought this might be a small bottle for washing liquid that a female hiker accidentally fell while exploring the mountains.
Once that man gets it, he will be in trouble.
"Have you got it? Take it over quickly." The man couldn't help but feel curiosity in his heart.
His subordinates held the small bottle nervously and ran towards the man quickly.
Just as everyone present moved their minds to the legendary God of Death, Feng Yan's body rushed towards the direction of two o'clock.
"Bang"
The sniper's gun rang out and fell into nothing.
The bullet hit the trunk and the bark splashed around.
"Come on, shoot, shoot..."
Someone was shouting.
At this moment, the person who controlled Su Hanyan only felt a silence in front of him.
It seemed that someone had snatched the person out of their hands, and then the pain of the throat being slipped by a sharp blade and the fear of death.
In the dense forest, a fierce life-and-death battle began.
"Bang bang bang"
Several more gunshots.
Feng Yan rolled deep into the forest with Su Hanyan in his arms.
"Yan'er, don't be afraid. With me here, you won't be afraid of anything."
He comforted the woman in his arms, and while he rolled, he was always protecting her with his body to prevent her from being injured by the rocks and branches.
In my ears, the sound of footsteps and gunshots in the forest intertwined.
"Are you okay?"
He did not hear the woman's response, so he raised his hand and brushed away the hair on the woman's face.
Above head, dense branches blocked the moon's light.
In the darkness, he couldn't see the outline of the woman's facial features, and only heard her shouting, "A Yan..."
The familiar voice and tone finally fell down the heart that Feng Yan had been hanging.