Chapter 1183 (2/2)

Ouyang Xun smile, eyes such as a knife: ”someone is not satisfied, hit him to wear!”

Charlotte suddenly pride: ”I Charlotte, no other skills, only one, especially able to fight!”

Charlotte returned to Shengshi group, entrusted all the affairs properly, and then went on the journey to the north with Lin Wanru.

Ouyang Xun directly entrusted him to the general security administration of the imperial capital, and asked Charlotte to report with a letter of introduction.

Liu Pingyu takes Xia Luo's task and hides in the river with Chen haochu to become a dark son. And Han Caiwei goes north with Charlotte. It's said that men and women match each other, so it's not tiring to work. Han Caiwei left a deep impression on Ouyang Xun. Ouyang Xun thought, one sheep is also to drive, two sheep are also to drive, anyway, it is also a matter of getting more letters of introduction, there is nothing to worry about.

Han Caiwei is very excited. She was not in good health before, so most of the time she could only squat at home honestly. She didn't have a chance to come out to play, and it was even more difficult to get a plane.

Sitting next to Charlotte, Han Caiwei, who has always been quiet, whispers in Charlotte's ear from time to time.

”Brother Luo, is Feijian the same feeling?”

”Brother Luo! How beautiful the sky is

”Brother Luo! Why can't you see friars flying around by plane? ”

”Brother Luo...”

Charlotte wasn't bothered at all. Han Caiwei is happy, and he also feels very happy. When Han Caiwei is in good health, Liu Pingyu can finally return to the world and show his ambition. However, he never asked Liu Pingyu what he wanted. Liu Pingyu didn't mention it either. Next time we meet, we have to ask.

While Charlotte was quietly explaining all kinds of experiences to Han Caiwei, suddenly a man jumped up from the front seat, holding a burning flame in his hand: ”hijacking! Just sit down! Or I'll blow up your plane! ”

Charlotte's eyes are frozen, friar of fire? Why the hijacking?

Of course, the flight attendants would not wait to die. From both ends of the plane, three or four air policemen in plain clothes rushed in, holding pistols and aiming at the fire friars.

”Put down your hand! I said, ”put your hands down!”

The person standing in the front of the air police confronts the friar fearlessly. The pistol is aimed at the Friar's heart, and the mouth keeps warning.

On the monk's pale face, his blood red lips grinned, revealing a hideous smile. The other hand hooked his finger. The air police who confronted him felt that his whole body was boiling with blood and pushed out towards the body surface. As soon as his hands were stiff, the pistol fell from his weak hands and hit the floor. It bounced and was trampled by the friar.

The other air police exclaimed and opened fire on the friar without thinking. I don't know when a blood shield appeared in front of the friar, blocking the Yellow bullet on it. As soon as the blood shield was dispersed, the bullet fell to the ground.