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

Guan Boya spun around and shot through the man's head. Before Shen Qingchuan fell down, Guan Boya put one arm around Shen Qingchuan's waist, bent his knees and hugged him, and put it in his arms.

The bullet hit Shen Qingchuan's left shoulder blade, blood gurgled out, and a large area of ​​the black silk was wet, and it was only when one looked closely that the blood glowed on the smooth silk.

Shen Qingchuan's face was as pale as white paper, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, he pressed his bleeding lips tightly in pain, his appearance was imprinted in Guan Boya's eyes.

It hurts so much!He wanted to curl up in pain.

Guan Boya tore open the robe, tore out a palm-width long cloth, and tied it to Shen Qingchuan's left shoulder, barely stopping the bleeding.

Shen Qingchuan raised his head, his eyelashes were soaked with water vapor, he was a little unconscious due to blood loss, and looked at Guan Boya.

The sound of bullets from the wooden warehouse continued, and the candlelight swayed with the mountain wind.

Guan Boya restrained his expression, there was no smile on his face, the dim candlelight reflected on his profile, like a statue of a god stripped of kindness, with mottled paint leather surface, revealing the indifference inside.

The brows are hung with the moon on the frost, but the brows are a little more paranoid, Guan Boya who doesn't smile is a little scary

The emotion in Guan Boya's eyes was too turbulent, Shen Qingchuan didn't dare to look at it carefully, he didn't distinguish, and lowered his head, the wound hurt badly.

"Old Nine!" Guan Boya said sharply, holding the butt of the gun in his hand, he replaced the magazine neatly with a new one, and said to the scarred man who rushed over, "Take care of him."

"Yes, Lord Guan." After the big man with the scar finished speaking, he blew a whistle, and two black-clothed men holding a long wooden warehouse jumped down from the corridor on the second floor.

"You two protect Mr. Shen, and the rest follow Master Guan."

Thirteen men followed Guan Boya closely, and the bandits fired with full firepower. Unfortunately, they were not good at using guns. A few years ago, they only used broadswords. The guns were all used by foreign devils. How could they use them.

A few months ago, Huo Dalong intercepted a batch of goods, opened the wooden box, and found a whole box of guns and ammunition, but unfortunately the quantity was not enough for each person.

Zhang Ermazi pulled the trigger a few times, and the magazine was out of bullets. He stretched out his hand and threw the long wooden warehouse to the ground, cursing, "Damn it!"

Walking to Huo Dalong's side, he said, "Master, you can go through the secret path, my brothers and I can resist for a while."

Guan Boya and Fu Chenliang's firepower was too fierce, Huo Dalong, Zhang Ermazi and others were familiar with the terrain of Jinlongzhai, and escaped from the hall. Now there are less than ten of them left, and they have run out of bullets.

"Er Mazi!" Huo Dalong grabbed Zhang Ermazi's arm with his iron palm. He lost his beloved daughter, his best brother died, and was betrayed by Jing Jiao again. He was unwilling to leave like this, but under the current situation, he stayed There is only one dead end.

"Er Mazi, I didn't expect you to be the one who stayed by my side in the end. If you survive, I, Huo Dalong, will adopt you as my adopted son." Huo Dalong's gray hair and beard still smelled of blood, and he was full of evil spirits, showing his defeat.

"Big boss, you picked up my life. If I didn't have a bite of food from you, I, Zhang Ermazi, would have starved to death by the side of the mountain road. I should give up this humble life today to repay your kindness in nurturing me." .”

"You guys follow me! Go, boss!" Zhang Ermazi led three or four people back, and the rest followed Huo Dalong through the secret road.

"Bang bang bang!" There were several more gunshots, startling the night.

"I'm fighting with you!" Zhang Ermazi blocked the only way out with a big knife in his hand.

Confronting the enemy with cold weapons is tantamount to using a mantis as a cart.

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There were dead bodies all over the hall of Jinlongzhai, and the mountain wind couldn't blow away the strong smell of blood.

Guan Boya hurried back, took off the black silk chilong pattern jacket and put it on Shen Qingchuan's body, hugged him up, and said to the scarred man, "You stay and follow, and deal with that batch of goods." After speaking, he hugged him. Followed Shen Qingchuan to leave.

A burly man next to Fu Chenliang wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Fu Chenliang's cross arm. The burly man was a little puzzled. Didn't Master Fu get along with that man?

When Fu Chenliang and Guan Boya fought each other, they made ruthless moves, as if they wanted to kill each other, he could see clearly from hiding in the dark.

"Master Fu, do you want to let him go like this?" The sturdy man approached Fu Chenliang and said.

"Forget it tonight, I'll go back after packing those few boxes of gold." Fu Chenliang looked at Guan Boya's figure carrying Shen Qingchuan away, and said with a half-smile.

Walking out of the entrance of the hall, looking up at the bright moon, he said, "It's a pity, such a beautiful moonlight is still stained with blood."

Fu Chenliang stretched out his hand, as if he could grasp the round moon hanging in the ink sky, the moon was shining brightly, and he was exhausted.

The torch only illuminated the area around the horizontal plaque on the gate of Jinlongzhai. The mountain road was steep, and the dark forests on both sides slapped the branches and leaves with the dark mountain wind, crackling and rustling.

Only the bright and cold moonlight illuminated the road, and the moonlight fell on the elegant white silk on Guan Boya's shoulders. Guan Boya walked with Shen Qingchuan in his arms, and his steps were steady.

Shen Qingchuan was wrapped in Guan Boya's outer shirt, and the faint smell of cedar entered his nostrils. He lost a lot of blood, and his consciousness gradually became unconscious. The frosty wind in October is a bit heavy.

Under the clear and cold moonlight, Shen Qingchuan's lips did not have a trace of blood, like a newly carved exquisite jade statue, or a melting snowman.

Guan Boya opened the car door and said coldly to the driver sitting in front, "Take off your coat and drive faster!"

Guan Boya took the coat handed over by the driver, took off her inner shirt, wrapped it around Shen Qingchuan's body, grabbed Shen Qingchuan's hand, felt that the body temperature was a little low, held her breath, and asked, "Cold? not cold?",

Shen Qingchuan twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled and said weakly, "I still can't die, it just hurts a little." He was dizzy at first, but when he accidentally touched the wound, he regained consciousness.

Guan Boya squeezed Shen Qingchuan's hand tightly, hugged him into his arms, supported his shoulder vainly, lowered his head and said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid, I didn't think that much when I charged." Shen Qingchuan saw that the man raised his gun and aimed at Guan Boya, his mind went blank, and when he realized it, he was already blocking Guan Boya.

"Are you so reluctant to let me die?" Guan Boya's tone became very light, as if the word "reluctant" was mixed with a lingering romance.

Hearing this, Shen Qingchuan paused, and said, "If that person wasn't you, I would also rush."

There was a sudden silence, as if the air was suffocating, Shen Qingchuan raised his eyelids, looked at Guan Boya, slid from his jade-like forehead to his eyebrows, and met his eyes.

Ordinary people can't draw the coldness of Guan Boya's eyebrows, which hide the frost and snow of cold winter, and the sharpness of the blade.

Under the black eyelashes, the pupils are so dark that they cannot be seen through at a glance. They seem to pull people into an endless abyss, and they will fall to pieces. They are also like branches blown by the wind outside the car window. The hidden starlight behind the bushes flickered and then dimmed.

As if there were countless secrets hidden inside, suddenly those eyes curved, as gentle as clouds and moons.

Guan Boya lowered his head and leaned into Shen Qingchuan's ear, chuckled lightly, and said in a low voice, "Liar."

Later Shen Qingchuan and Guan Boya didn't continue to argue about this topic, he was a little sleepy, he rested on Guan Boya's lap with his eyes closed, the warm body temperature penetrated the fabric.

Guan Boya brushed away the broken hair from Shen Qingchuan's side face, scraped Shen Qingchuan's fair cheeks with his slender fingers, and gently stroked the end of his eyes with his thumb.

The moonlight shines through the car window, and the soft silver light shines lightly on Guan Boya's body. The handsome outline seems to be covered with a faint halo. The mountain wind tugs at his long hair, like silk and satin. Through the jade-like chest muscles, the muscles evenly cover the strong and beautiful upper body, revealing a dormant sense of strength, the face is like a moon fairy, and the shape is like a god.

The car was driving fast, the mountain road was not smooth, and the wheels ran over larger stones, which inevitably caused some bumps.

When they arrived at the villa, the door opened, and Guan Boya got out of the car with Shen Qingchuan in his arms. The evening wind blew and brought a faint smell of cedar, which swept in like sea water, overwhelming the sky, and faintly visible like air, and the breath lingered in Shen Qingchuan Qingchuan's side.

Shen Qingchuan trembled his eyelashes, only opened a thin slit, his dim eyes could not see anything, a piece of black and white snowflakes, his ears couldn't hear clearly, he only felt noisy, his body sometimes seemed to be poured into lead slurry Heaviness, sometimes like a light floating cloud, will float into the sky if you don't pay attention, but fortunately, there are two hands tightly grasping his arm.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel for feeding mines and irrigation fluid, tweet tweet!

Rest tomorrow, challenge not to play games, daily Wan, if you can’t do it, draw 10 little angels to give out red envelopes, chirp chirp chirp chirp.

关老板真的好可啊，可惜不会那么快，让他娶老婆。感谢在2021-01-1100:19:14~2021-01-1300:36:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: sister Anrabella and Luo Luo one;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 85 bottles of Duanmu Renne; Wangzai is added, add 1 bottle;

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