The black-bellied emperor: the only enchanting princess

Chapter 206
"Tell me, what did you do to him?"

The coachman directly raised the whip in his hand and pointed at Mo Qingcheng.

A coldness flashed across Mo Qingcheng's eyes, and he tilted his head, looking innocently at the driver's arm.

"I also don't like people pointing at me, don't you want to give your arm?"

The coachman only felt his scalp tingling, and was about to teach Mo Qingcheng a lesson, when he saw the man in black had fallen to the ground, his arm was stained with blood from being caught, and even his bones could be seen deep.

The driver thought of what Mo Qingcheng said just now, and suddenly opened his eyes wide. Mo Qingcheng said that he wanted an arm from the man in black. Could it be true?

The coachman watched the man in black's spots continuously spread upwards, without any hesitation, he directly used his internal force to break the man's arm, and quickly touched the man's acupuncture points.

Mo Qingcheng was watching from the sidelines, without the slightest fluctuation because of the bloody scene.

The scene in front of me, compared to the scene where bombs blow up people and scattered limbs on the battlefield, these scenes are not bloody at all.

The man in black had his arm broken, and spit out a mouthful of blood. Looking at his broken arm, the man in black looked at Mo Qingcheng with blood-red eyes, fierce as a beast.

"Bitch, court death."

After finishing speaking, the man in black slashed at Mo Qingcheng. Mo Qingcheng stepped back suddenly, took out a pistol from one side of his body, pointed it directly at the man in black's head, and shot.

Although with a muffler, there is still sound.

When the gun in Mo Qingcheng's hand made a sound, Di Jiuyang's body froze for an instant, and then forced the three people back with a palm, but landed beside Mo Qingcheng.

The coachman's mind was attracted by Mo Qingcheng. Looking at the hidden weapon in Mo Qingcheng's hand, a flash of fear flashed across the coachman's eyes. When he looked back, he saw that the eight people who besieged Di Jiuyang actually died. , Half of the men he brought were lost, and now there are only five left.

Di Jiuyang and Mo Qingcheng were not injured, but he lost five of his subordinates. The coachman's expression darkened, looking at Di Jiuyang, he spoke slowly.

"Twelve princes, I still underestimate you."

The plan that the coachman thought was foolproof was about to end in failure, and now he had no choice but to retreat.

The coachman knew that the eight people besieged just now, but none of them took down Di Jiuyang. Now there are only five people left, and there are only six with him. Mo Qingcheng with a clear background.

The coachman originally thought she was a charming lady, but when he saw that one of his elite subordinates died in the hands of Mo Qingcheng, he realized that he had underestimated this little girl.

The coachman led the people back a few steps, obviously intending to retreat, but Mo Qingcheng smiled with his lips curled up, revealing a beautiful smile.

"Husband, do you still remember the feeling of touching a gun?"

After finishing speaking, Mo Qingcheng handed Di Jiuyang a machine gun. Di Jiuyang was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Mo Qingcheng with his deep eyes, but skillfully loaded the bullet, and shot at the person who was about to leave.

"Beep beep."

After a burst of gunfire, several men in black were beaten into hornet's nests!

Mo Qingcheng looked at Di Jiuyang's skillful movements, and a flash of pride flashed in his eyes. There was a reason why Emperor Jiuyang became the God of War in his previous life. He didn't feel a sense of disobedience after not touching a gun for so long.

However, what Mo Qingcheng is worried about now is that they are happy for a while, but what to do with the evidence left at the scene?
"Now the person is dead, but what about the traces at the scene? Will the things in our hands that don't belong to this era be found out?"

(End of this chapter)