Mrs. Wen's wealthy daily life

Chapter 1192 With Him

"Without evidence, everything becomes empty talk."

Without the autopsy report, the follow-up matter would be unconvincing, and this matter would be much more complicated.

"Isn't it okay to expose what Liu Miao did?"

"No."

He is a man and she is a woman. It is not rape when a woman rapes a man, but a blessing.

Even though he didn't want this kind of luck.

"Pfft." Xia Xiangnuan couldn't help laughing.

"There are leisurely smiles." Wen Muyang squeezed her palm.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

It was so funny, she couldn't help it.

"Without conscience." Wen Muyang rubbed her hair vigorously.

His big palm covered the top of her head.

Xia Xiangnuan wanted to take it away, but couldn't.

He glared at him angrily.

On the face, the little woman showed her posture.

Only in front of Wen Muyang will she remove her heavy armor and become a little woman.

"Watch the road."

As soon as the words fell, Xia Xiangnuan felt that his feet were caught by something.

Looking down, all he saw was a bloody hand.

Xia Xiangnuan's first move was to scream, but to shoot.

Wen Muyang was faster than her, and before she pulled the trigger, the bullet had already entered the man's wrist.

Amidst the blood splatter, Xia Xiangnuan fell into Wen Muyang's arms.

The temperature on his body spread to Xia Xiangnuan.

"Are you afraid?" Wen Muyang whispered in Xia Xiangnuan's ear.

"Not afraid." With him around, she wasn't afraid.

"I will protect you."

The two continued to walk forward.

Going to the back, there is a faint light.

Wen Muyang lowered his head and turned off the flashlight. Amid the rumbling sound, the wall next to him fell down.

Wen Muyang and Xia Xiangnuan raised their arms to cover the dust.

After the dust cleared, the two lowered their arms, and what they saw was a pair of fists.

Wen Muyang subconsciously raised his fist to block it.

When the two fists collided, Wen Muyang didn't move, and the man took two steps back.

Xia Xiangnuan had never seen Wen Muyang fighting with others, this was the first time he had seen it.

The first thing Wen Muyang learned was not marksmanship, but fighting.

But later, no one could get close to him, and fighting was useless.

Xia Xiangnuan watched the man tirelessly attacking Wen Muyang again and again, and suddenly reacted, quickly raised his hand, and shot the man.

The bullet sank into the man's chest, the man looked down, then looked up at Xia Xiangnuan.

His eyeballs, like two glass beads, reflected the cold light.

Like the snow on a snow mountain, it is so cold to the bone.

What surprised her the most was that there was no blood on his body.

Could it be a robot?

Xia Xiangnuan clenched the gun tightly.

At this time, Wen Muyang had already kicked the man in the crotch.

The man looked at his feet, and there was no wave in his eyes.

No pain at all.

It's not at all personal.

But it's definitely not a robot, because he came across it.

How could a robot have that thing?
So what is this thing?
In just a few tens of seconds, many things flashed through Wen Muyang's mind.

At this moment, the man attacked him again.

Wen Muyang grabbed his neck with his hands, and with a click, twisted his neck off.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the man lifted him up and threw him hard against the wall.

Wen Muyang slid off the wall, blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

He drew his saber from his foot.

The man ignored him, but walked towards Xia Xiangnuan.

He obviously lost his head, but he could accurately tell where Xia Xiangnuan was.

Xia Xiangnuan was so frightened that he kept backing away.

(End of this chapter)