C68 (2/2)

The scene of being pulled into the car once again appeared in his mind. He seemed to have come prepared and directly attacked Miao Siqing. Then, two thick hands dragged her into the car. He had no choice but to admit that he had been kidnapped.

Mo Xiaoxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had no money, no family property, and no power. She even had a child in her womb. Other than that? He thought about how Yang Ziying had adopted him as her goddaughter. The corners of her mouth turned bitter. Was the other party here because of this? Did he really think that the Xiao family would pay to redeem him?

Her head grew dizzy as the door of the car was opened. She felt the flow of the wind rushing into the carriage, and her body started to shake a little, and the next second, she felt herself being lifted up, and when she heard the sound of explosion, she also heard a faint roar, and her heart trembled. She knew who it was.

The woman in the front passenger seat jumped out of the car, and as the car drove on, the gun in the woman's hand was pointed towards the white figure who was rushing over from behind. Her fingers moved, not with bullets, but with sound waves, like a horn charging towards the white figure from the muzzle, and continuously enveloping him in sound waves.

There was no wound. His long white hair danced in the wind as he stared at the car heading towards the plane. There was the one he was looking for in the car.

She wanted to see if he could withstand the strongest wave of sound waves. From its development to actual combat, there was not a single life that could resist the weapon in her hand.

Blood dripped from the corner of his lips and dripped onto the black soil. A cold chill flashed in the air as a white figure jumped up to meet the source of the sound.

Mo Xiaoxiao vaguely heard the banging sounds outside, and occasionally a furious roar. Her body trembled, and she didn't understand what happened until her body was forcibly pulled out of the car.

A cold and hard object was pressed against her forehead, following that, the black cloth over her eyes was roughly torn off, that powerful action caused her face to hurt a little, her narrowed eyes were unable to adapt to the brightness that came from her eyes, and when she saw the scene in front of her eyes, she couldn't help but bend down and vomit.

Roar, roar, the white figure roared anxiously, but could only watch as he struggled in silence. Because they had the weapon that hurt her in their hands, he was afraid that she would be like those people and cold corpses at his feet.

With a cold laugh, he pointed his gun at the big guy, and forcefully lifted up Mo Xiaoxiao's body. In the next second, he slapped her heavily on the face.

With a ”pa” sound, a bright red five-finger print appeared on her face, causing her to feel dizzy and almost unable to stand properly.

His blood-red eyes stared at the man pointing a gun at his temple, the tight grip of his big hands, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and his eyes staring unblinkingly at his face, his pained and pained eyes, his struggling line of sight, the corner of his bleeding lips, the long white fur on his chest had already been completely drenched in blood.

That was not someone else's blood, it was his. Mo Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, trying her best to tell herself not to sympathize with the person in front of her, not to thank him for saving her. The person who hurt her the most was him, but there was still liquid flowing out of the corner of his eyes.

He lifted his hand to wipe the liquid from her face. He knew it was tears, something that came out of her eyes when she was sad, and she was sad, and he didn't want to make her sad, and he wanted to tell her that he would save her and protect her.

The white figure stiffened, and a piercing pain came from behind him. He slowly turned his head around and looked at the man behind him who was holding a knife and maliciously smiling at him. He raised his hand and was about to slap over.

”Don't move, I'll kill her if you move.” The man shot a shot into the sky.

The white figure trembled, and stared fiercely at the man with the spear with a pair of blood-red eyes.