"Are we going to die? But I am satisfied to die with you." Murong Yu'er opened her eyes.
She looked at Wang Fan and her eyes suddenly became gentle, "I was just joking. I no longer hate you. How could I still seek revenge from you in the next life?"
"I don't blame you for that matter anymore. But remember, you owe me a wedding. I haven't had a boyfriend yet, so I can't let you take advantage of me."
"If we die together, we are two lovers. I am at least happier than Shishi." Murong Yu'er murmured leisurely, snuggled into Wang Fan's arms, and closed her eyes again.
Wang Fan listened to Murong Yu'er's words, and his heart was shaken again.
How long has it been, Murong Yu'er is still thinking about this, she is really a girl that makes people both love and hate her.
"Don't talk nonsense, how could we die? Isn't it just a wedding? Fight out and I'll give it to you." Wang Fan said, his eyes sharp again.
"You stay here for a while. I'll kill them all and then come back to take you out." After saying that, Wang Fan stepped out of the villa.
He doesn't want to die, and he can't die!
If there is no way to survive today, he is destined to die here. Even if he dies, he will kill a few more people to take his back.
He had just broken through to the Great Consummation of the day after tomorrow, but he was going to die in the hands of a group of vicious mercenaries. It was depressing to think that it was just him.
Wang Fan's murderous aura surged crazily, his face turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyes soon became indifferent, with only murderous intent remaining in them.
"kill!"
He roared and rushed towards the many fierce men.
"Shoot, shoot him!"
"Plop, plop, plop!"
Heavy gunshots resounded, and the tough men pulled the triggers without hesitation.
However, the dense bullets seemed to have no intention of harming Wang Fan. They all passed by Wang Fan and none of them hit any vital points.
Wang Fan was like a ghost in the dark and a ghost. He avoided countless bullets without even trying to dodge.
What's even more frightening is that even though some bullets have passed through his body, they don't seem to have affected him at all, as if they penetrated a transparent person.
The faces of the fierce men became dull, and their scalps became numb.
This unbelievable scene made them unable to cope with it.
"die!"
In this dazed moment, Wang Fan had already rushed to their side, grinning ferociously, and stretched out his hands.
Click.
With a numbing sound, a fierce man's neck was broken, his head was twisted 360 degrees, and he fell to the ground.
This is just the beginning of the killing.
Bang!
Wang Fan swung another punch, and a fierce man felt as if he was hit by a violently fired cannonball, flying backwards and knocking him over.
"Die, you all will die!"
Wang Fan smiled ferociously and shuttled among the many fierce men, as fast as a ghost.
One after another, the fierce men were hit and flew up, then fell to the ground, and their bones were piled up into a hill.
Two minutes later, nearly a hundred fierce men fell at Wang Fan's feet in the garden.
The gloomy wind gusted, as if it was weeping about the killings here and the desolation here.
"kill!"
"kill!"
The crazy killing failed to scare the remaining fierce men, but instead aroused their madness.
They roared and charged forward, as if they were going to drown Wang Fan with a human sea tactic.
Wang Fan staggered in his steps and suddenly became depressed.
Dodging bullets at high speed and fighting with high intensity, his potential has almost been exhausted, and now he only feels dizzy in his head.
He looked at the fierce man who was shouting and charging towards the sky, picked up two guns with his toes, backed away, and started shooting wildly.
He tried his best!
He can't get out!
He still wanted to go back and say something to Murong Yu'er.
sorry.
Da da da da.
The sound of gunfire drove back the fierce men's madness, and they began to find a place to take cover. Wang Fan took the opportunity to rush back to the villa with his last remaining strength.
Murong Yu'er, who was waiting anxiously, immediately changed her face when she saw Wang Fan coming back, and rushed to greet him. However, as soon as she ran to Wang Fan's side, Wang Fan fell at her feet.
"I'm sorry for causing trouble for you."
"No, no, I don't want to hear it. I'm sorry, I don't want to hear it." Murong Yuer hugged Wang Fan, and the pear blossoms were raining.
Wang Fan was held by Murong Yu'er, his head resting between the two soft masses, but he was not in the mood to enjoy it at all.
He couldn't bear to lose his fame all his life.
Many faces flashed across his mind involuntarily.
Song Rumei, Dai Yuying, Huang Tingting, Ye Xiaowu, Mo Wenrou, Qin Xue, A Xuan, Jiang Xiaoliang, Lin Shiya, Xie Huan, Lu Mingyue, Gong Feixue, A Biao, Zhang Tiezhu, etc.
I don’t know if they are okay now, but I have no chance to say goodbye.
Plop, plop, plop.
Just when Wang Fan was thinking about these messy things, intensive gunfire suddenly rang out again outside.
What followed was a series of piercing screams.
Wang Fan was shocked and quickly struggled to get up.
I saw that there were many masked people in black clothes in the garden. These masked people were all well-trained and of extremely high quality.
They formed a circle back to back, each holding a machine gun in their hands. As they advanced towards the villa, they fired at the tough men under Commander Qi.
After just a few rounds of fire, Commander Qi's fierce men fell down in large pieces and were no longer heard.
"Reinforcements?" Wang Fan was stunned for a moment and became surprised.
He has no acquaintances in the capital, how could he have reinforcements?
And he could also feel that although these people were well-trained, they were not soldiers, and it could be denied that they were Lu Mingyue's people.
The most important thing is that the strength of these people is all at the early stage of the prefecture level.
Who can make such a big deal?
Murong Yu'er was also stunned for a moment, and then her face showed ecstasy, "We are saved, we are saved."
She said excitedly, hugging Wang Fan, and pressed her pink lips on him without hesitation.
Although he was facing a certain death situation, he suddenly saw the hope of living. This kind of feeling of surviving a desperate situation cannot be understood without experience.
Wang Fan was stunned, his brain a little short-circuited.
He was actually forced to kiss.
"Are you from the Murong family?" Wang Fan pushed Murong Yu'er away and couldn't help but ask.
Since these people are not here to save him, they must be here to save Murong Yu'er.
Wang Fan was a little lucky to have brought Murong Yu'er here. However, as soon as the idea came up, he was strangled to death. He couldn't think like this. He shouldn't have brought Murong Yu'er here.
As he spoke, all the fierce men had been knocked down. Some were dead, some were injured, some were fleeing, and they were completely defeated.
The door of the villa opened, and several men in black rushed in instantly.
A person in black pulled off her silk scarf, revealing a bright and pretty face. She walked to Wang Fan and bowed her head respectfully, "Young Master Wang, the princess ordered us to come to rescue you, come with us!"
"Princess?" Wang Fan's eyes widened and he was stunned, "Who is your princess?"
"You will know when the time comes." The woman did not say much, but waved her hand to help Wang Fan and Wang Fan up.
Although Wang Fan was very curious about who the princess was in the woman's mouth, he did not ask any more questions. Instead, he said, "There is someone named Song Shaoming behind me. Whether he is alive or dead, I hope you can take him away."
"Okay, Mr. Wang." The beautiful woman waved her hand without hesitation, and the two of them went to the back.
Not long after, they helped Song Shaoming out.
Wang Fan looked at Song Shaoming and couldn't help but secretly thought that this guy was very lucky. He was just unconscious and not shot to death randomly.
Soon, Wang Fan and the other three were helped into an ordinary black car and drove away.
When Wang Fan saw the license plate, his eyes narrowed. It turned out to be a Beijing-branded car.
He was even more curious about the princess.
A well-trained prefecture-level master can still get so many guns. Who is this princess?