Chapter 629 – Marshal’S Ninth Wife (35)
Chapter 629 The Marshal’s Ninth Wife (35)
Because the first person who was not afraid of death to find him was her.
“Mr. Huo, although I am very happy that you can take the initiative to hug me, but if this continues, you may not wait to kill me in five years, and you will die here first.”
Sang Jian was hugged by him, and felt nothing but that she was pressing on his wound.
It hurt to touch just now, but now you don’t even hum?
“If I really die here, what should you do?” Huo Nanting let out a low laugh, and relaxed Sang Jian.
Sang Jian looked up and looked at Huo Nanting’s face seriously, “After you die, can I have your inheritance?”
Huo Nanting: “?”
Before Huo Nanting could react, Sang Jian suddenly focused and raised his hand to caress his cheek, “Your face?”
There is such a deep bloodstain on such a pretty face!
Because there was no light in the corner, she didn’t realize it until she got close!
“Nothing.” Huo Nanting turned his head and answered her last question, “I said, if I die, you will die at my hands, so you have no chance to inherit my inheritance.”
“That’s really a pity.” Sang Jian replied in a low voice.
Bowed his head and continued to bandage his wound.
Honanting: “…”
Her reaction was beyond Ho Nanting’s expectation.
The first time he said that he would pull her in before he died, she was not afraid, and she is still so calm now?
“You are not afraid?”
“What are you afraid of? You won’t die.” Sang replied without looking up.
“You…” Huo Nanting was speechless.
She is so sure that he will not die here?
Suddenly there was another sound of footsteps and voices downstairs.
“Have you searched this upstairs? Go up and have a look!”
Huo Nanting said with a low smile: “It seems that whether you die or not is up to you.”
Sang Jian quickly bandaged the wound for him, took out the two guns found downstairs just now, and handed them to Huo Nanting.
“With me here, it won’t happen.”
“Mr. Huo’s marksmanship should be very accurate, right?” Sang Jian asked back.
“Give me all the guns, then you…” Huo Nanting frowned.
“You don’t need to worry about me, there are not a few people coming up, you deal with them, and I will deal with the group of people downstairs.”
Sang Jian got up, groped to the unfinished window next to him, tilted his head and glanced outside.
There are more than a dozen people left downstairs, and the leader is smoking a pipe surrounded by younger brothers, looking impatient.
Huo Nanting reached out to grab Sang Jian’s leg, trying to make her not be so impulsive.
But she didn’t know where she took out another gun that he had never seen before, aimed it downstairs, and shot it out with a bang!
Right between the eyebrows of Toutou downstairs!
Before he even had time to yell, the cigarette rod in his mouth fell, and he fell to the ground.
The others downstairs reacted instantly and looked up.
Sang Jian just turned around, squatted in front of Huonanting, grabbed his arm with one hand, and supported him on his back.
Naihe is really too short. He wanted to carry him on his back, but he didn’t think Huo Nanting’s two long legs were dragging on the ground.
Sang Jian: “…”
Honanting: “…”
“Where!”
The group who came up from downstairs saw Sang Jian and Huo Nanting.
Huo Nanting raised his hand without thinking, and shot two shots at the dim staircase.
Instantly killed the person who spoke just now.
At the moment when the person fell down, Sang Jian didn’t care too much, dragged Huo Nanting and ran upstairs.
Honanting’s legs hurt from being dragged, so he had no choice but to stick it in Sang Jian’s ear and gritted his teeth: “I can walk by myself!”
(end of this chapter)