my villain is too cute

Chapter 964 This Bamboo Horse Is So Good (21)

The rope was tied tightly with a special method, and it took a little effort to untie it, so Han Jin lowered his head and carefully untied it.

Wu Ling stopped two meters away from the corner, pointed his gun at the straw on the ground, and fired.

A loud "bang--" exploded in the children's ears, making them tremble with fright.

The dry straw on the ground was ignited by sparks and never went out.

The fire burned along the straw and the curtain that blocked the light. Seeing that the light was on, Wu Ling stepped on the fire on the straw to prevent the fire from becoming uncontrollable and put the group of babies inside.

The tongue of flame rolled up the black curtain, the factory was brightly lit, and several people could see the small figure clearly.

The person who frightened them was an eight-year-old girl.

The girl was behind the children, with her head down, her thick hair down to her shoulders, hanging down softly, her forehead was blocked by neat bangs, making her delicate face smaller and smaller.

Under the firelight, the skin was white and soft, like snow like jade, flowing like suet jade with brilliance; the eyelashes like black plumes drooped slightly, casting a blurred black shadow under the eyes.

The girl lowered her head to untie the rope on the boy's wrist, she seemed unaware of the scalding fire around her and the gazes of several people.

Several people tensed their bodies, the muscles on their arms and chest swelled terrifyingly, and they took a step back vigilantly.

Wu Ling aimed his pistol at the girl's head, and looked at her warily and apprehensively, "This is not a place for my little sister to play..."

The muzzle of the swarthy gun was pointed at the person, Yan Qiong's eyelashes trembled and moved, he pursed his mouth, and his black eyes were filled with tears.

Han Jin untied the rope, hugged Yan Qiong from behind, and coaxed in a low voice: "Don't be afraid."

He raised his eyes to look at Wu Ling, suppressed the tenderness in his eyes as much as possible, and said indifferently, "The muzzle is not aimed at me..."

The cold and soft voice, as gorgeous as wrapped in pure jade, as cool as the first melting of ice and snow, drifted into the hearts of several people, making them shudder.

Facing Wu Ling with those black eyes, he felt even more frightened. What kind of eyes are these?

Cold, emptiness, no waves... Wu Ling took a step back, his palms were sweating, he tightened his grip on the pistol, and stared coldly at Han Jin with his sharp eagle eyes.

He said to the people behind him: "Go! Tie her up for me!"

This little girl is very evil, but the men are not afraid that they will not be able to deal with her.

The girl raised her eyes, the eyes were faint; Wu Ling tensed up for a moment, he pursed his lips and warned, "You'd better not move, otherwise the gun in my hand doesn't have eyes, it won't hurt if it hurts you. "

Han Jin just hugged Yan Qiong tightly, lowered his eyes, and coaxed him, "Don't be afraid of Wanzi, my sister will untie the rope for others, and you will obediently follow my sister, okay?"

Yan Qiong leaned back, pursed her mouth in fear, actually he didn't want to move, but nodded obediently, "Okay."

The little voice was soft and soft, with a trembling at the end, but it was only a five-year-old child, Yan Qiong was terrified.

Han Jin let go of him, took his hand, put it on the hem of his clothes, and said in a warm voice: "Pull it well."

Yan Qiong clenched the fabric tightly in her hand, and nodded a little dullly.

Several people watched the girl move her body and untie the rope for the child beside her.

This unscrupulous appearance made several people feel weird and flustered, but they kept approaching her.

Several people approached cautiously, and when they were close to the children, the person at the front suddenly leaned back.

It was inexplicable, and it looked like it was about to fall down.

"Little five..."

Xiao Wu, who was called, fell back uncontrollably, scratching in the air with his hands, and grabbed something when he grabbed it.

"Little Five! Let go!"

What he caught was a black curtain that was burning.

(End of this chapter)