MTL - Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping-Chapter 4185 Light ferry circuit, Jiusheng Nian Junan (100)
Although it was just a moment, it still caused a trace of fear in her heart.
Because of greed...
I have just loved the name of her nine-year-old, and she is eager for the warmth of the present.
Kolo can clearly understand the thoughts of the one who is holding her hand and running up.
Very calm...
She knows that Nian is different from other children. She knows that the calmness and calmness of Nian is several times more than other children.
But after all, Nian is just a child.
In the face of gunshots, even an adult will panic, but Nianan does not...
"Take the hands of Nian An." His little hand oozes sweat, but the tone is not in the slightest panic: "I will protect you."
"Hey--" is another two gunshots.
The gunshots are getting closer and closer, and Luo Ding gently frowns. According to the footsteps, she can probably figure out something.
"The other side should have four or five people, and they are all strong and strong men." She turned and looked at Xiaohong and Lao Xudao: "Keep it, I will be there soon."
If you don’t even think about it, you know that these people must be people from Murong’s family.
In these years, according to the interests of Luo Qianmu, Murong will inevitably prevent them from entering the venue, and will inevitably want to kill.
However, if they arrive at the venue, even if they want to do it, they dare not be so blatant.
"Five." The next second, Ann's voice slowly broke into everyone's ears.
Luo has been ignorant, and she has such hearing because of the alertness of this thousand years.
Even with this kind of alertness, she can only roughly judge how many people there are.
But the peace of mind is different...
He almost certainly said five.
In the venue, Murong Xiong issued instructions: "As long as you kill the dust, others don't care."
"Yes."
Thirty-three layers.
Nian Ann stopped and let go of Luo’s hand.
At this time, Luo Qianmu of Jiushengsheng just ran over.
The warm light dissipated, and the people behind them picked up the pistol and shot at the direction of Luo Ding.
Even the bright lights of the venue have already been on their faces.
And just as they were about to pull the trigger, Du Jiusheng took Luo to his arms.
At the same time, Luo Qianmu attacked the past with the blade that he carried with him in the direction of the gunman.
The blade crossed the wrist accurately and the blood flowed out instantly.
Just listening to the ‘砰’, the bullet’s curve has changed and hit the pillar on the side.
After a few seconds, a dozen armed good soldiers rushed up and blocked them.
This auction is a person with a head and face. Everyone in the thirty-three floors is worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and the preservation is naturally perfect.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Du Jiusheng's gentle and affectionate scorn in her ear.
Luo Dingchen feels that all the grievances of his own years have erupted at this moment...
She was almost in the same second, tears dripping on the vest of Du Jiusheng.
He hugged her and squinted like a child: "It's okay, I am. After that, I am there."
"Jiusheng brother..."
This life, nine brothers, almost exhausted her whole body strength...
"There is a saying that these five years have been echoing in my mind."
"What, what?"
"I have been a staunch materialist in my life. Only you, I hope to have an afterlife."
