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Chapter 83 The little white flower is about to turn black (44)

Chapter 83 The little white flower is about to turn black (44)

The third thunderbolt struck Gu Shaoming's head without warning.

Looking at Mi Xue who was laughing madly, Gu Shaoming had a hideous face, and both hands pinched her slender neck together.

The veins in her arms popped out, Michelle's eyes were bulging out from being pinched, her face was blue and purple, and she was about to die.

Prosecutor Xing, who arrived belatedly, rushed up, and together with the lawyer, they had to use a lot of force to separate the two.

Gu Shaoming, who was forcibly pushed aside, was still struggling, yelling, "Bitch! I'm going to kill you!"

Gu Shaoming was in a panic on his side, and Fusang was not calm either.

She waited until the gunfire died down and all movement disappeared.

Then he stood up from the corner and walked towards the villa in a calm manner.

The villa baptized by the gun battle became dilapidated, and the yard was full of broken glass.

Corpses of different sizes were everywhere, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with blood in the air.

Even if Fuso covered her mouth and nose with her hands, she could still smell the disgusting smell.

My stomach was churning, and the feeling of retching kept rising in my throat.

Fusang quickened his pace and walked into the villa.

However, the scene inside was not much better than outside. Bodies were lying everywhere on the stairs, on the floor, and on the sofa.

Fusang's slender eyebrows raised slightly: "Weren't we going to die together?"

"Sorry to disappoint you."

A familiar voice came from behind.

Fusang turned around and saw Zuo Lihan covered in blood, with half of his body weight leaning on his younger brother.

"Yeah, you're still alive."

There was no surprise in the exclamation tone, as if they were not surprised that they were still alive.

The younger brother kicked Zuo Shijun's body and rolled it to Fusang's feet.

Wiping the blood on his face, the younger brother complained bitterly: "Miss Xu, next time something like this happens, can you tell me in advance, if it wasn't for the good cooperation between Brother Han and I, I will be here today."

Fusang glanced calmly at Zuo Shijun's eyes, and said innocently, "Didn't I remind you all?"

Zuo Lihan laughed: "Oh, adding salt to the red wine, is this a reminder?"

Hearing Zuo Lihan say this, the younger brother couldn't help complaining: "Miss Xu, can you stop adding salt to the red wine next time, it's too disgusting, if Brother Han didn't react so quickly and hold me down, I would have vomited. "

Fusang kicked Zuo Shijun who was dying with the tip of his toe, and said to his younger brother with a smile, "There will be no next time."

"It seems so."

The younger brother scratched his head and smiled foolishly.

Zuo Lihan shook his head speechlessly, and stretched out his hand to Fusang: "Mobile phone."

Fu Sang happily ran over to hand over the phone, and while Zuo Lihan was on the phone, she rolled her eyes and looked at Zuo Shijun's face.

It sounds like you are too useless.

Although I reminded them, in the end you have the strength in numbers. With this absolute advantage, you can't even defeat the two of them.

what can i say...

Zuo Lihan called someone to clean up the battlefield, and he took Fusang and his younger brother in a car to another base to treat the wounds.

Because of excessive blood loss, Zuo Lihan leaned on the back seat and was dizzy.

Fusang looked at the gold medal he had been wearing close to his body, protruding from his tattered collar.

This gold medal with his name on it seems to be very important to him.

Fusang stretched out his hand, and when he was five centimeters away from the gold medal, a big hand suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly.

Facing Shang Zuo Lihan's vigilant gaze, she curled her lips: "I'm just checking your wound."

But Zuo Lihan recalled the scene where Fusang deliberately poked a cotton swab into his flesh when he applied the medicine, and his face turned black.

Shaking off Fusang's wrist, he refused with a cold face.

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