Nan Shao, the drama master, he has started again

Chapter 479 Nianchen, let's go!
Time passed by every minute and every second, and finally, Seinfeld, who was clenching his teeth, also came out.

Shu Nianchen smiled, took Song Feishu's hand, and turned to leave this ghostly place.

But after the two ran a few steps, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

The yellow-haired man held an iron rod in his hand, and beat it on the palm of his hand.

"It's so late, where are you going?"

The two turned their heads in shock, only to see two men behind them, "So it was you who followed us all afternoon, tsk tsk, I've been pretending to be asleep and waiting for you."

"Seinfeld, what should we do, we..."

Song Feishu held Shu Nianchen's hand tightly, and said to Shu Nianchen in a low voice, "I'll stop that yellow hair later, you run outside immediately."

"No, you will be..."

"Leave me alone, Nianchen, Shu Yuanting is going to deal with you, you must not stay!"

The yellow hair hit the stick and kept approaching, "Oh, a hero saving the beauty? Sacrifice your life? I'm really moved."

"Boss, why don't we give him a chance to perform well?" The younger brother behind said with a smile.

The yellow hair approached, "Such a good thing, let's wait until next time."

Song Feishu's eyes flashed fiercely, and he suddenly pushed Shu Nianchen aside, while he walked towards the yellow hair.

"Seinfeld book!"

The yellow hair yelled, and before Song Feishu rushed over, he suddenly showed a knife from his arms, and at the same time Song Feishu was holding his iron rod, he sent the knife into Song Feishu's waist.

Blood immediately stained his shirt.

Shu Nianchen didn't have time to run, but was pinned to the ground by two other men.

There was dust all over the floor, and the dust hit his face, but Shu Nianchen could only smell a strong smell of blood.

"Seinfeld book—Seinfeld book!!"

She yelled hoarsely, twisting her body constantly, trying to pass.

However, she could only watch Song Feishu being pushed to the ground by the yellow hair.

Blood, more and more, more and more dazzling.

Song Feishu was lying on his side, his wide eyes were facing Shu Nianchen's direction.

He opened and closed his mouth unconsciously, "Nianchen, let's go."

"Don't, don't, Seinfeld don't..." Shu Nianchen cried out in pain, tears mixed with dust, staining his face.

His blood began to spill over.

Shu Nianchen felt that the blood seemed to flow into her eyes.

It hurt so much, she was in so much pain that even her soul was about to be stripped from her body.

"Seinfeld... don't, don't, you are murdering, you are going to pay for your life, please take him to the hospital, I won't run away, please... ahhh!"

Regardless, Shu Nianchen yelled like crazy.

"Damn, it's so noisy, shut up."

The man who was kicked by the yellow hair during the day grabbed Shu Nianchen's hair, opened his mouth and roared into her ear.

With a buzzing sound, Shu Nianchen's ears completely lost any sound——

She was still struggling, screaming hoarsely, trying to get closer to Seinfeld.

"Boss, this woman..."

The yellow hair directly pulled back the iron rod from Song Feishu's hand, came to Shu Nianchen, and hit her on the forehead.

In an instant, everything around was quiet.

The younger brother let go of his hand and patted it, "It's really troublesome."

"What about this man?"

The yellow-haired man glanced at the blood on the ground, "After dragging it in, I'll ask that woman for an extra sum of money, and it won't be easy for me to do this."

"It's the boss."

　There are two more chapters, I continue...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)