Dressed as the villain's cannon fodder daughter

Lu Qianxun couldn't care about the two Huo family members who had escaped.

Her pupils were like cold pools, and she stared at Peter coldly, pointing the muzzle of her pistol at him.

"Your men interrupted us."

Peter suppressed his strange emotions, his demeanor was calm and cold, and his eyes were dark, "They are all His Highness's people, this is what they should do. If you kill His Highness, I will kill you too!"

He is loyal to His Highness, so he will kill her.

Lu Qianxun's beautiful eyes stared at him in contempt and amazement, and he clicked softly, "A dog of a feather!"

Sure enough, the subordinates of that disgusting guy are just as hateful.

Peter didn't understand what the four words the girl meant meant?

He doesn't know much about Chinese idioms.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

She must be killed before the enemy invades.

Kill her rightly!

Violent gunshots split the silent night, and the gunfire became more intense. Several mercenaries could not withstand the fierce offensive outside and retreated into the factory.

One of the mercenaries shouted out of thin air, full of anger, "Boss, we can't hold on any longer, call Your Highness, let's retreat!" (English)

No one is seen, but the voice arrives.

Lu Qianxun's expression sank, and he pulled the trigger towards Peter.

It was clear that the girl's index finger was hooked on the trigger, Peter dodged swiftly, and the bullet failed to hit him.

She picked up the saber on the ground and hurried to the other side, looking for a place to hide to be on the safe side.

Her arm was injured and bleeding profusely, she was in a trance, and her physical strength could not keep up. It would be very dangerous if she fought against the opponent.

And now the number of opponents is not alone.

She can't pick a few!

Peter went straight after the girl, ignoring those of his men.

In the dark corner, Peter appeared in front of Lu Qianxun. Without hesitation, he jumped into the air and kicked the girl fiercely.

Lu Qianxun raised his hands to block, staggered back two steps, the shock made Lu Qianxun's arms tremble with pain, and the pistol in his hand was shaken to the side.

Due to the wounds that stretched to both arms, the injured area again spilled a lot of blood.

The opponent's shot was swift and fierce, and his speed and strength were even better than the girl's.

Lu Qianxun didn't care about the pain, and quickly counterattacked, with a neat roundabout kick, her long black hair flew in the air like silk, and she hit the man's chest with her kick!

Immediately afterwards, the two fought hand to hand!

Lu Qianxun's beautiful eyes were awe-inspiring, and he brazenly stabbed at him with the only saber left, and the man dodged to dodge.

After a few strokes, the saber in her hand was knocked to the ground, and she slapped it.

A sharp palm wind came through the air, and Peter hit the palm.

He struck back swiftly, Lu Qianxun was punched in the ribs, a sweet smell of blood came out of his mouth, and the blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

Her arms were bleeding profusely, and she was in a trance.

The violent gunshots outside stopped, Lu Qianxun simply backed away, and the man followed closely.

When the man was about to hit the girl, suddenly, a German saber turned into a flying blade and slashed at her head.

Peter's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body quickly moved sideways to dodge, but the sharp blade still grazed the bleeding wound on his right arm.

The blood flow instantly rolled down the upper arm to the back of the hand.

"Chihiro!"

A familiar voice came into the girl's ears.

Then, Lu Qianxun fell into a broad and strong embrace.

The arm that caught her was strong and powerful, and an anxious voice came from beside her ear, "Sorry, I'm late."

Hearing this, Lu Qianxun showed a dazzling smile on his face, "You are finally here."

Fu Siming looked at Peter in front of him, his eyes suddenly turned into a violent storm, and he raised his gun to shoot him.

Seeing this, Peter quickly drew his gun.

Fu Siming hugged the girl in his arms and dodged quickly.

The bullet grazed the huge steel pipe, sparks splashed everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Siming's men shot at him one after another, and quickly captured Peter, who also shot twice.

Fu Siming's hands were wet, it was sticky, it was the girl's blood.

He smelled blood, his pupils trembled, and his hoarse voice was close to his ears.

"Chihiro, you're hurt!"

"I'm fine, just a little injury." Lu Qianxun leaned on the young man's chest, and felt a little relieved after smelling his masculine and fiery breath, his pupils were a little dizzy, "I'm just a little sleepy."

Fu Siming quickly picked up the girl and walked towards the bright place.

He looked down at the girl in his arms, with mottled blood on her delicate face, as if splashed on her face.

There was slightly dried blood at the corner of the girl's mouth, as well as the blood on her arm.

Fu Siming was flustered, and hurriedly said, "It's okay, Chihiro, we're going to the hospital now."

"Wu Mo!"

Wu Mo looked at the blood-stained girl in Fu Siming's arms, and instantly understood, "Young master, I will take care of things here. You take Miss Lu to the hospital first."

Immediately, Fu Siming rushed out with Lu Qianxun in his arms.

In the car.

Seeing that the girl was about to close his eyes, Fu Siming's eyes were full of worry, he put his palms around her fair side face, and said softly: "Qianxun, don't sleep, talk to me."

"Fu Siming, I want to ask you..."

Fu Siming wiped the blood stains on her face and mouth with a clean handkerchief, "Okay, you ask."

"If...if I get dirty, do you still want me?"

She asked the question that had been on the mind of the little pervert for the past few days.

If she was raped by Huo Yan... would Fu Siming still want her?

After the words fell, the movements of Fu Siming's hands froze, his pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes gradually turned red, and his mind was in a state of confusion.

His vocal cords tightened suddenly, like a stick in his throat, and the tip of his heart seemed to be hanging from a plumb weight, forcibly tugging at the deep and slender eye sockets.

With a slight callus on his fingertips, he lightly brushed the delicate skin on the side of her face, endured the pain in his heart, and tried his best to keep his voice steady: "I want you, I only want you! No matter what you look like, I want you!"

After getting the answer, Lu Qianxun's bright eyes were clouded with mist, he stretched his eyebrows, raised his painful hand, touched his handsome face, raised his gooseneck, and kissed the man's lips.

A superficial kiss, "Fu Siming, I know your answer."

After saying that, Lu Qianxun passed out.

...

Senior Ward, Yokohama General Hospital, Japan.

Fu Siming held onto the girl's hand with his left hand, and pressed a kiss on the back of her hand very lightly, while stroking her delicate face with his right hand, his voice was low and hoarse, "Chihiro..."

For a few hours, his mind was full of what she said to him in the car.

The handsome man's expression was slightly stagnant, what he was worried about...Thinking of this, his dark and impenetrable pupils showed vicissitudes and despair.

The Shiqi and others guarded the door of the ward and did not dare to go in and disturb them.

It's five o'clock in the morning, and it's still dark.

More than two hours after the operation, Lu Qianxun woke up leisurely.

"Fu Siming..."

Fu Siming's pupils froze, and his voice was deep and gentle, "Chihiro, are you awake?"

Lu Qianxun wanted to support himself.

Fu Siming leaned over and quickly helped her up, "Don't support her, the wound will open later."

Lu Qianxun spread his lotus arms around the handsome man's neck, rubbing his fair forehead against the side of his neck.

"Fu Siming, I found that I like you even more."