The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Shen Qingchuan pursed his lips tightly, the black muzzle of the gun pressed against his head, leaving a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were calm, as clear as a pool of water.

With his back straightened, Shen Qingchuan grabbed the broken hemp rope, pretending that his hands were still bound, and his sleeves were slightly longer to cover them, so that no one noticed his small movements.

He looked up at Guan Boya, this was the second time he saw Guan Boya wearing men's clothes.

The warm yellow candlelight danced on one side of Guan Boya's brows and eyes, and the pupils of his eyes danced with light, making it impossible to see through. The light from the flames was entangled with the frost and cold on his face, which was cold and seductive, astonishingly beautiful.

The profile of the face is smooth, the brows are too sharp, and the thin lips are indescribably glamorous. The proportions of the whole face are just right.

Sometimes it feels like he is covered with a layer of mist, full of secrets, his face is as bright as a fairy under the moon, his whole body is cold but radiant, but from another angle and light, he looks very cold and dangerous.

The beauty wears a gun, beautiful but has a chilling sense of danger.

Just like now, at this moment, when Shen Qingchuan met his gaze, Shen Qingchuan's heart trembled.

Guan Boya's hand holding the gun was steady, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Huo Dalong's head. In the next second, Guan Boya turned the gun, and a bullet flew through the skull.

"Bang!" The sound of the body falling to the ground.

Hot blood splattered, a few sporadic drops fell on Shen Qingchuan's side face, a few strands of black hair stained his white cheeks like jade, the falling blood was like red plums on the snow.

Blood mist filled the eyes, with a strong smell of blood.

The pupils dilated, the mouth opened slightly, and Shen Qingchuan's brain went blank for an instant. The hands hidden behind his hands were pinching the hemp rope tightly, and the fingernails were a little white.

Although Huo Dalong's gun was pointed at Shen Qingchuan all the time, his eyes did not leave Guan Boya's body for a moment.

Putting himself in danger, Guan Boya was excited all over, his blood flowed rapidly in his veins, and his movements were more agile, as fast as lightning.

Guan Boya pulled the arm of a tall and thin bandit, and cleverly folded the bandit's wrist to dislocate him, then pulled him over, locked his hands behind his back, and used the bandit in front of him as a meat shield, loaded the bullet and shot him directly.

"Protect the boss!" Someone roared.

The wealthy businessmen huddled against the wall, and the older they got, the more afraid of death they were, screaming, fearing that the bullets would have no eyes, and they would rush towards them.

There was a line of people guarding the door, they didn't dare to go out, they tried their best to squeeze in, wishing to hide in the innermost place, because others died first.

Huo Dalong was standing in a conspicuous position, hiding behind the nearest large wooden pillar, the two sides exchanged fire, and there was a hail of bullets.

Huo Dalong had a lot of people, but Guan Boya's people had a favorable position, and both sides reached a stalemate.

Guan Boya pulled Shen Qingchuan's arm and hid behind a big round wooden pillar. A row of bullets grazed the wooden pillar. Unfortunately, the wooden pillar was too thick, and the bullets could not penetrate through the wood.

Shen Qingchuan's ankle was injured, he staggered a little while being dragged away, and fell headlong into Guan Boya's arms.

The space between the wooden pillars and the wall is very narrow, and Guan Boya's body is close to Shen Qingchuan, so it is inevitable that there will be touching when moving.

Shen Qingchuan could smell the smell of cedar on Guan Boya's body, it was very light, faintly visible, now mixed with the smell of blood,

"How did you become disgraced?" Guan Boya rubbed Shen Qingchuan's cheek with her fingertips, the blood was scattered, it was more like a girl's rouge, miserable and inexplicably attractive.

Guan Boya's voice was very soft, and he lightly pinched the soft flesh on the back of Shen Qingchuan's neck with his hands. The traces left by him before were already very faint and were about to disappear.

Shen Qingchuan was not used to this crisp and itchy feeling, there was a thin layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth of Guan Boya's hand, and it was itchy when touched.

Shen Qingchuan turned his head sideways, reached out and waved Guan Boya's hand, but Guan Boya grabbed his wrist with his backhand.

Suddenly a shuttle bullet shot over again and hit the wooden post.

"Don't move." Guan Boya shackled Shen Qingchuan.

Shen Qingchuan heard the sound of bullets being fired, and he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that the bullets would hit him when he pulled.

"Can you use a gun?" Guan Boya asked.

Shen Qingchuan shook his head, then nodded again, he played with guns before, but never shot anyone.

"Take it, I'll teach you, just aim and pull the trigger." Guan Bo Yasai put a gun into Shen Qingchuan's hand, and carefully taught him how to shoot.

After a pause in the hail of bullets, Huo Dalong asked Zhang Ermazi, "Where's Jingjiao?"

Grandma, more than 30 of them were dragged by more than a dozen people, did the others die?

There are a total of more than 100 people in Jinlong Village. The day before yesterday, Jingjiao brought more than 40 people, saying that he was going down the mountain to add some dowry to Huo Jiao, but they have not returned yet.

As soon as Huo Dalong finished speaking, another large group of people poured out of the door, and Zhang Ermazi excitedly pointed at the door and said.

I saw a young man standing outside the door, about eighteen or nineteen years old, his handsome face still had a youthful look, his eyebrows were thick, his eyes were bright and slightly round, and he looked full of an indescribable wildness.

If Fu Chenliang is a mature hunter walking in the forest, a ferocious and elegant wild wolf, then this boy is a mountain leopard hunting alone in the mountains, full of mountain aura and wildness.

More than 40 people stood behind Jing Jiao, holding a wooden warehouse, blocking the door.

Huo Dalong came out, laughed maniacally, and said, "Boss Guan, you are now a shackle. I advise you to abandon your gun and come out. I will leave you as a dead body."

The other bandits also came out and laughed, as if Guan Boya was already a dead body in their eyes. After the round of gunfight just now, Guan Boya and the others had little ammunition left.

"It's still uncertain who is the turtle, don't you think so, Mr. Fu?" Guan Boya stood up and stood in front of Shen Qingchuan.

"Boss Guan, why did you say it ahead of time? Today is Huo Da's daughter's big day. I want to make him happy for a while?" The hanging smile only became more real when looking towards Shen Qingchuan.

"When death is imminent, how dare you speak wild words!" Ma Changrong, the second head of Jinlong Village, stepped forward and said.

"Brother, why bother talking nonsense with them, Jing Jiao, why are you still standing? Take them down." Ma Changrong directly ordered Jing Jiao to do it. He sees that Fu Chenliang and Guan Boya are not ordinary people, so it is better to hurry up to avoid accidents. hands on.

"Jing Jiao, why are you still standing there?" It was Fu Chenliang who said this.

Jing Jiao led more than 40 people and turned their guns in an instant, facing Huo Dalong and others in the main seat, the situation changed drastically.

"Jing Jiao, what do you mean?" Huo Dalong's eyes became astonished, and he shouted angrily, "Are you even going to kill your adoptive father?"

Huo Dalong pointed to Fu Chenliang and said to Jing Jiao, "How much benefit did he give you? Let you betray Jinlongzhai and be such a ruthless person."

"Hey Master Huo, what you said is wrong. Jingjiao and your Jinlongzhai only have a blood feud. 14 years ago you burned his village and killed Jingjiao's family. How can you be ruthless and unrighteous in revenge for your father?" Fu Chenliang said with a smile, holding a gun in his hand like a fan.

Jing Jiao always remembered that his parents were killed by Huo Dalong, and his 15-year-old sister was also raped to death by the bandits in Jinlongzhai. He never forgot this mortal blood feud.

Over the years, he has been looking for opportunities.

"What about you, are you going to betray me too?" Huo Dalong yelled at the forty or so bandits behind Jing Jiao, like an angry old lion.

The most important thing in Jinlong Village is loyalty, Huo Dalong did not believe that so many people would betray him.

"Master Huo, take a closer look." Fu Chenliang walked to Jing Jiao's side, turned sideways and said.

Before Huo Dalong could make a sound, Zhang Ermazi next to him said loudly, "Master, they are not from our Jinlong Village."

The candlelight was dim, Jing Jiao and the others stood inside the gate, the shadows from the corridor on the second floor fell on them, and they were a little far away, at first Huo Dalong and the others didn't realize that Jing Jiao and those people were not brothers from Jinlongzhai.

Take a closer look, all of them are unfamiliar faces.

More than 40 people brought out by Jingjiao had long since died outside, except for a few orphans who grew up with him who survived, and they have taken refuge in Fu Chenliang.

Jing Jiao pointed his gun at Huo Dalong, and Ma Changrong, the second master of Jinlong Village, stepped forward and said, "Jing Jiao, do you really want to betray Jinlong Village? If you want to kill the eldest master, you have to step over my corpse first."

"Get out of the way!" Jing Jiao lowered his eyebrows and said.

Ma Changrong brought him up single-handedly, sometimes he was strict and sometimes he was kind, he treated him like an ordinary father who wanted his son to become a dragon, Huo Dalong killed his parents, for the sake of nurturing him, Jing Jiao didn't want to kill Ma Changrong, he only wanted Huo Dalong's life.

"Bang!" A sound.

It was Huo Dalong who fired the shot, but it was a pity that Ma Changrong couldn't bear Jing Jiao's death. Although he killed countless people, he really raised Jing Jiao as his own son, so he stretched out his hand and missed Huo Dalong's arm.

"Shoot!" Fu Chenliang ordered.

Jing Jiao raised his hand and shot at Huo Dalong, Ma Changrong stepped forward to block the shot and fell to the ground.

Huo Dalong dragged him to hide behind the wooden bench, his eyes were red and he said, "Old horse!"

"Big...Big Brother, I'm the one who teaches my son Wufang, I'm sorry for you, I just beg you to save Jing Jiao's life." The bullet pierced Ma Changrong's lung, and he spoke intermittently. Jing Jiao is his incense, even if Broken arms and legs, I only hope that Huo Dalong will save Jingjiao's life.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, his staring eyes seemed to protrude, he grabbed Huo Dalong's skirt and said, "Some of my private money is buried in the Mamianpo old pine in Wushan..."

"The first master, the second master is out of breath!" Zhang Ermazi said with a mournful face.

"Ahhh! Son of a bitch, I'm fighting with you. Brothers, kill them for me." Huo Dalong closed Ma Changrong's eyes, his face was full of grief, he took Ma Changrong's wooden warehouse, stood up and faced Jing Jiao. direction to shoot.

For a while, bullets rained like rain, and the two sides fought fiercely.

Guan Boya asked Shen Qingchuan to stand behind the round wooden pillar, took up the wooden barn and shot at the bandits, and he shot cleanly. He aimed at Huo Dalong's head and whispered.

"It's a pity." It's a pity that it was Huo Dalong's arm that was shot.

What Guan Boya didn't see was that a comatose bandit in the corner woke up and took the long wooden warehouse and pointed it at him.

"Be careful!" Following the sound, a heavy object landed on Guan Boya's back.

The author has something to say: It’s too cold, little angels should keep warm, chirp chirp chirp~

感谢在2021-01-0820:23:36~2021-01-1100:19:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 white piece;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Mo Ruo Weisheng 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!