Chapter 1320 Crisis (2)

Even Song Qingyuan, who has practiced Sanda since he was a child, is sweating a little nervously in his palms.

If it was just an ordinary person, he would definitely be able to handle it, but they are all agile and superb in martial arts, and they are by no means ordinary people.

But no matter what, there was only one belief in his heart: he had to keep her safe.

Thinking of this, he stared at the dozen or so people in front of him, and the murderous look in his eyes suddenly came out.

Everyone was awed by his murderous aura, which was completely different from him who was beaten to the ground just now. It seemed that he was a different person, with a persuasive hostility emanating from his whole body, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Hurry up! Brothers, what are you afraid of just by yourself?" The injured people saw the reversal of the situation, and their arrogance, which was originally strong, suddenly weakened. They immediately became impatient and fanned the flames.

As soon as those people heard their names, they immediately became powerful again.

Yes, how could they be afraid of him alone?
Immediately, they approached a little closer, and the short-lived light was blocked by their tall bodies in an instant.

However, Shanshan still looked calm, watching all this coldly.

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At this moment, the siren sounded loudly, whistling, as if approaching from far away.

Everyone panicked for a moment.

"Boss, the police are really here, what that stinky bitch said just now is not funny!"

Those people were talking one after another, like ants on a hot pot, getting impatient.

"Withdraw!" The most imposing one among them saw that the brothers were starting to panic, and gave an order in a deep voice.

They fled extremely fast, and in an instant, there were only the two of them left in the narrow street, quiet and peaceful.

For a long time, no police showed up...

Song Qingyuan was stunned, and looked up at Shanshan: "You..."

Shanshan smiled lightly, walked over, and picked up the mobile phone that was placed at the corner not far away.

"This... is really too risky..." Song Qingyuan raised his eyebrows and looked into her Bibo Wuhen eyes.

"Okay, now should you tell me what's going on?" Shanshan ignored his anxiety, swept his scarred body lightly, and looked straight into his eyes.

However, Song Qingyuan turned his head away.

If possible, in this life, he doesn't want her to see his downcast appearance, and he doesn't want her to know any of his misery in this life.

He only hoped that in her heart, he would always be that handsome man with a modest and peaceful smile.

However, Shanshan watched his action, and her mind began to churn again. The same stubbornness, the same stubbornness, her head hurt suddenly, and she just uttered a few words in a difficult way: "Xiaoyudao..."

However, Song Qingyuan turned around suddenly, as if he was a different person, the peace in the past did not exist, and he shook her shoulders frantically: "You remember, don't you? You remember everything, right?"

As he swayed, he looked at the delicate eyebrows in front of him.

(End of this chapter)

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