Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

The eight-figure luxury car was smashed into pieces, and its parts fell to the ground.

The car was successfully forced to a stop.

Holding a sniper rifle, Fu Hongyun jumped off the high-riding Humvee.

The figure is chic and comfortable.

Shifting gears and pulling the trigger, Fu Hongyun approached the car in front with the gun in hand.

The car was badly deformed and black smoke billowed from the hood.

The masked man was lying on the steering wheel, his head covered with mud and blood.

Fu Hongyun pointed his gun at him, and the muzzle of the gun pressed against his head.

The masked man remained motionless.

as dead...

Fu Hongyun's dark eyes were sharp and cold, as she observed the changes in the man's body, a cold light flashed in her eyes.

He moved cautiously, holding the gun in one hand and removing the mask from the man's face with the other.

Maybe the man in the mask was too flustered when he escaped. This mask is made of special materials and equipped with special mechanisms.

It was easily taken off.

Fu Hongyun looked at the face under the mask, and there was a ripple in the eyes that had always been calm.

That face is delicate and square, with long brows like willows, high bridge of nose, and well-defined outline, which can be called handsome.

The strange thing is that after seeing this face, it is like a passing cloud, without any memory points.

Forget it in a flash...

Fu Hongyun had never seen this face before.

He has the ability of photographic memory since he was a child, and his memory is extraordinary and free from vulgarity. Whenever he meets him, he will have an impression.

Fu Hongyun was sure that he had never seen this person before.

Because of this, the doubts in his heart are even stronger.

A stranger, why would he do everything possible to harm him and Wen Xiaorou?

He does not hesitate to take the risk of enmity with the helm of the top chaebol of the empire, but also to do all the dark deeds to frame others.

How much do you hate them? !

At the moment Fu Hongyun was stunned, the person lying on the steering wheel suddenly opened his eyes.

He pulled out the long whip from his waist, luckily, swung the whip mixed with torrential spiritual energy towards Fu Hongyun.

He slapped Fu Hongyun's neck heavily.

A bloodstain instantly appeared on the cold white skin, and the flesh was torn apart.

Fu Hongyun was thrown on the side of the car, staggering.

A wicked smile appeared on the masked man's face.

If he hadn't been seriously injured by the wind dragon summoned by Fu Hongyun that day, he wouldn't have been easily caught by Fu Hongyun today.

During the confrontation with Fu Hongyun, the masked man discovered the clue.

Fu Hongyun never used spiritual power, nor summoned the wind dragon again, mainly using heavy firepower machinery.

Judging from the current situation, it is obvious that Fu Hongyun has not yet opened her spiritual aperture.

He is not yet free to use his magic powers.

The masked man discovered Fu Hongyun's weakness, and a cruel and smug smile appeared on his pale face.

The whip in his hand is a well-known magical weapon in the fairy world - Thor's Whip, which has powerful power since ancient times.

A celestial being would suffer excruciating pain if he was whipped.

Not to mention a mere mortal.

Fu Hongyun leaned against the car body emitting thick black smoke, with blood dripping from her neck.

The crimson flowed down the river, staining his meticulous white shirt red.

The bright red is mixed with the pure white, which is strange and beautiful.

The burning pain continued to spread from the neck, filling every nerve of Fu Hongyun.

Pain is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

A dense layer of beads of sweat oozed from Fu Hongyun's smooth forehead.

But there was no sound from the beginning to the end.

While the masked man was seriously injured, [-]% of his spiritual energy had been exhausted by the whip just now.

He had no intention of fighting any more, and only wanted to escape as soon as possible.

After getting out of the car, he dragged his broken body and ran forward.

There is a private clinic in front, which is highly confidential and provides the best service with sky-high medical fees.

He is a regular there.

As long as he managed to escape there, he would survive.

Fu Hongyun chased after him, raised his sniper rifle, and took aim.

The dizziness came suddenly.

He fired a shot at the figure in front of him.

boom!

The bullet flew past the masked man's body, 0.01 mm away from his body.

The clothes on his body were punctured, and a few rags fell to the ground.

Fu Hongyun's consciousness gradually blurred.

The top magic weapon in the fairy world, coupled with the blessing of spiritual power, the power of this whip is really too great.

Although Fu Hongyun supported her body strongly, her steps were still faltering.

He pointed the handle of the one-meter-long sniper rifle to the ground, supporting his body so as not to fall.

The back pain seeped into every joint of his bones.

The pain made him almost suffocate.

The masked man looked back at Fu Hongyun, with a sly smile on his pale face.

He really hated himself for not being able to make up for it again.

If he still has extra strength, he will definitely put Fu Hongyun to death.

However, the masked man is still dying at the moment, and his condition caused by excessive blood loss is not optimistic.

I have to give up...

The masked man sighed secretly.

The mortal body he is now attached to is too weak!

If his original physical body was still there, he wouldn't be so vulnerable!

Fu Hongyun took a sniper rifle as a pillar, rested for a while, looked up, and found that the figure of the masked man was getting further and further away.

Almost lost in the crowd.

The front convenience is a street, although it is not bustling, but groups of pedestrians pass through it from time to time.

Once the masked man breaks into the streets and alleys, he will inevitably cause panic.

Fu Hongyun didn't delay any longer, enduring great pain, and chased after her.

The sun shines all over the city, shining on the man, coating his whole body with a layer of golden yellow.

The man is tall and handsome, holding a one-meter-long high-power sniper rifle. His steps are a little messy, but he is firm and courageous, and he pursues closely with amazing perseverance.

Fu Hongyun raised his gun, took aim, and fired a shot forward.

The masked man froze and hid, secretly amazed in his heart.

Nima has a kind!

They are half dead and still chasing after them!

A car next to it stopped, and a family of four got out of the car. A couple came to play with a son and a daughter.

The mother led a pair of children standing on the side of the road, facing the sea behind them, posing in various poses.

Dad is taking pictures of them intimately.

The empty car was parked aside, and the car key was still plugged in and not removed.

When the masked man saw the empty car, a glint of light flashed in his gloomy pupils.

Without hesitation, he walked to the empty car, got in, started the engine, drove back, and headed straight for Fu Hongyun.

There were exclamations from behind the car.

"Come here! Robbers! Someone robbed the car!"

The masked man held the steering wheel with both hands, and mad excitement flashed in his sinister eyes.

There was only one thought in his mind.

Kill Fu Hongyun!

Stepping up the accelerator, the speed of the car reached the maximum speed, and it rushed straight towards Fu Hongyun.

The car was driving at high speed, and Fu Hongyun fired several shots, hitting the tires.

The car didn't stop.

Five meters, four meters, three meters, two meters, one meter...

The car bumped into Fu Hongyun, and then slid to one side against his body.

Miraculously, the car was suddenly thrown into the air.

There was a little girl standing in the back of the car.

The little girl grabbed the rear of the car with both hands, lifted the whole car into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

effortlessly……

The girl is petite and exquisite, wearing a straight white dress, with waterfall-like long hair hanging over her shoulders, dancing with the wind.

It looks delicate and weak.

She walked to the car, pinched the masked man's neck with one hand, dragged him out of the car, lifted him into the air, and smashed him to the ground.

Blood spurted from the masked man's mouth, and his body twitched non-stop.

Wen Xiaorou walked up to him and stepped on his face, her voice was strong and majestic.

"I won't allow anyone to hurt my man!"