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

"Lanyue, you are really not a man."

"What did you say!" The pretty boy turned around suddenly.

The woman could no longer hold on. She hung her hands on the seat to barely support herself. She lowered her head and panted slightly, "I said, you don't have a man like him."

"you!"

"What the hell!"

"Row!"

The pretty boy pushed open the car door and just stood firm when a gun was thrown into his arms. He subconsciously grabbed it with both hands. After seeing it clearly, he was so scared that he was about to throw it away, but he instinctively grabbed it.

This is a gun, the gun Yan Chi threw over.

"Take it and kill it yourself." Yan Chi was two meters away from him and had just finished killing a killer who was fighting with him.

The pretty boy swallowed twice, his hands were shaking like chicken paws, he couldn't hold it at all, and he couldn't even find the trigger. He regretted it as soon as his feet touched the ground. At this time, the hero who was trying to make a fool of himself, the gun was still hot, so he Holding it in his hand, he threw it, and he was so timid that he wanted to throw it back to Yan Chi, but Yan Chi suddenly shook it.

"what happened to you?"

The pretty boy stood there without moving, only leaning forward. It wasn't that he didn't want to go, but that he was frightened and his body became weak.

Yan Chi glanced at him, then retreated, slowly backing to the car. The pretty boy quickly supported him and tried to stuff him into the car, but he didn't expect his hand to hit Yan Chi's waist injury.

"Hiss..." A low cry came from above the head.

Yan Chi already had a waist injury. After being beaten for so long, the wound split open, but you couldn't tell because he was wearing a black shirt and the smell of blood on his body was very strong.

The pretty boy didn't dare to touch him anymore, "Hurry up and get in the car, let's run away first."

Yan Chi clasped his hand, glanced up at the group of killers, and chuckled, "Look at the back." "Behind? Which side? Where?" The pretty boy looked around but saw nothing, "Why? "

"We're surrounded."

The pretty boy gasped and almost fainted. He jumped in a hurry, "Then what should we do? Attack from the front and back. You have injured so many of them. It's over. It's over. If you are caught, you will be tortured to death!"

Yan Chi held up the cigarette in his mouth, only a few cigarette butts were left, and it was gone after one sip.

He took out the cigarette box, pulled out a cigarette, held it to his mouth and lit it. He hissed slightly while smoking, which pulled the wound. He bowed slightly and whispered: "Get in the car, I'll drive."

"You're already like this!"

"Grandpa can drive better than you even with half a breath, but your skills can't break through."

Yan Chi pushed him and pushed the cigarette case into Xiao Bailian's arms. He put his shoulders against the car, turned around, held his hands on the roof of the car, and sat down in it.

Suddenly his waist touched the muzzle of a gun. Yan Chi's eyebrows jumped fiercely, and his eyes turned back. The pretty boy cooperated and stood in his line of sight.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry."

Yan Chi smiled, "Why, you think you can't beat me, so you want to hand me over first and sell me?"

The pretty boy hummed in a strange tone, "No, they are my people to begin with, so they can sell whatever they want."

Yan Chi puffed out a piece of ash from the cigarette he was holding in his mouth, slowly stood up straight, turned around, and faced the pretty boy's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He still doesn't look as cowardly and frightened as he did just now, and the interest in his eyebrows seems to be that he is watching a beast trapped in a cage.

"I'm just playing tricks on you. I think it's enough to give you face. I've arranged so many people. I'm worthy of being born in a special force. If I weren't the natural opposite of you, I really want to win you over." The pretty boy glanced at Yan Chi's cigarette. , the smile is more meaningful, "Are you still smoking?" (End of this chapter)