The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

He didn't want to go, so he turned around every step of the way, expecting Yan Chi to call him back, but the man had a heart of stone and his mouth was welded shut, but he wouldn't open his mouth.

The pretty boy bravely asked the killer for cigarettes, but he was generous enough to throw him a whole pack.

After getting it, the pretty boy ran back quickly, fearing that if he ran a step slower, he would be thrown into the enemy.

"Grandpa, give it!"

Yan Chi took the cigarette, removed the top layer, tore a slit in the corner, took out a cigarette, and habitually put the cigarette butt on the box after closing it.

This action was taught to him by Brother Yan.

When I was a boy, I stole my first cigarette from Brother Yan. After Brother Yan found out, he beat out one of his teeth. He was a few years younger and was still a minor at the time. Bo Yanqing took the cigarette back after beating him. Not allowed to be touched or whipped.

Yan Chi endured it until he became an adult and bought a pack of cigarettes. When he smoked his first cigarette, he imitated Bo Yanqing's movements and knocked the cigarette on the box. He felt that he was so handsome.

Later this habit stuck, especially recently.

"What about fire?"

"Oh, yes!"

The pretty boy got into the car window and took out a lighter from the drawer. He tried wiping it several times but failed to ignite it. Finally, a small cluster lit up, and he quickly held the fire and brought it to Yan Chi's mouth.

He was not polite and didn't even offer a hand to help. He held a cigarette in his mouth and came close to the flames. The tobacco leaves quickly burned red when they touched the fire.

"Want one?" Yan Chi handed the cigarette case to the pretty boy.

"Who wants to smoke!" The pretty boy jumped to the front of the car and squatted down, gritting his teeth. "I paid for it with my life. Do I have the intention to smoke!"

Yan Chi lowered his head and smiled, "You still have to go with them today."

"Why?!" The pretty boy's eyes widened, "You promised, I will give you a cigarette and you will protect me!"

"I agreed. There are many of them, but I am the only one with only one gun. If I can't defeat you, I will still leave you and run away. After all, my life is more important than yours."

He he he...

Do you want some face?

"I don't care, anyway..."

At this time, a bullet hit the front wheel and another tire burst.

The boy couldn't squat down properly and almost fell off the hood. He instinctively grabbed Yan Chi's arm.

They were arguing here, but the other party couldn't wait any longer and fired again.

The pretty boy was sweating all over his face. His face was pale, and even his lips had no color. He shook his head a few times before he managed to hold back his voice: "Okay! If we continue to talk, we both have to explain here. I know your rights and interests." Yes, as long as you protect me with all your strength, we can still escape by grabbing a car, and I will give you money afterward, a lot of money!"

A faint white mist overflowed from Yan Chi's mouth, and there was a specious smile on the corner of his mouth. His voice was low and deep, mixed with an inexplicable smile, "Okay."

He stretched out his hand towards the pretty boy.

The pretty boy choked up and glanced behind Yan Chi's waist, "Don't you have it yourself?"

Yan Chi said: "Keep my gun to save your life, use yours first."

The pretty boy gritted his teeth, thinking that he would still be abandoned. He had never seen such a difficult person and a business that was difficult to negotiate. He had not shown any affection for the good food and drink these days. If he had known better, he would have died of heat in the desert. Forget it if he dies of thirst or cold, why save him?
He reluctantly took out his gun and struggled for at least three seconds before putting it in his hand with a sullen face. Without taking his hand back, he clasped Yan Chi's hand tightly with the gun.

"Grandpa, my grandson's life is in your hands!" (End of Chapter)