Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

The bullet penetrated her body. Feng Tianjing groaned, her small hands tightly grasped Wen Shui's shoulders, holding him with difficulty, and whispered: "Go quickly."

After she finished speaking, she let go of her hands and fell backwards heavily.

The bullet passed through her body, blood splashed, and stained Wen Shui's eyebrows. He watched her body fall.

The man's long arm stretched out, hugged her in mid-air, picked up her weapon, aimed at the night, and fired three weapons in a row. The sniper who was about to leave was hit in the forehead by the bullet.

"Bang" the sniper fell from a high place, and the red line in the air disappeared.

Feng Tianjing was held in Wen Shui's arms. She stared at Wen Shui in a daze, watching the moonlight alternate on his face, flickering, she coughed softly, and blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

"Don't worry about me, just go, go..." Feng Tianjing coughed softly, the pain passed through her chest, and she felt that all her strength was drained. She pushed Wen Shui hard and whispered: "My bracelet, help me... send it, send it..." Wen Shui turned around, hugged her and rushed forward with big strides. There were several killers in the dark. They rushed over and kicked. Feng Tianjing in Wen Shui's arms was thrown out and fell heavily to the ground. "Woman." Wen Shui stretched out his hand to catch her. The killer had a dagger in his hand and stabbed him. Wen Shui turned around and kicked with his long legs, pinched his neck, and twisted it hard. Feng Tianjing fell to the ground, grabbed the stone with her hands, and climbed up with all her strength. Some killers approached Wen Shui, and several of them attacked continuously. Someone stabbed Wen Shui. Feng Tianjing gritted her teeth, rushed forward and hugged Wen Shui, and rolled on the ground. "Hiss." The dagger stabbed into her shoulder, and Wen Shui watched. He reached out and grabbed the dagger, slashed the killer's throat, and blood splashed in the air, like an eye-catching flame in the dark night.

Wen Shui stared at Feng Tianjing's face, as if her appearance was burned into his eyes.

He reached out to grab her, but Feng Tianjing's body rolled off him. Wen Shui grabbed a piece of her sleeve, and with a "hiss", her sleeve was torn.

There was a river in front of her, and Feng Tianjing's figure fell heavily.

"Don't." Wen Shui turned around and watched her fall.

He turned around and jumped in without thinking, wanting to hug her, but the river was surging, rolling up her body and drowning her in the water.

Feng Tianjing opened her eyes and watched Wen Shui swim over, her vision blurred.

The river rushed too fast, and Wen Shui didn't catch anything. He was rushed, and was held by a hand, holding him and swimming towards the shore.

"What's going on?" Xiao Mohan's low and puzzled voice sounded, and his silent black eyes were worried.

The bodyguards dealt with all the assassins in the dark before coming here.

"Mr. Xiao San, most of the assassins have been dealt with by Young Master Wen. Only one committed suicide, and there is no trust or tattoo on his body." The bodyguard reported.

Wenshui was dragged to the river by Xiao Mohan. He looked at the surging river and turned to rush into the river.

"Wenshui." Xiao Mohan's voice was a little cold. He grabbed Wenshui's arm and said in a deep voice: "Come back with me."

Wenshui pushed Xiao Mohan away, and without saying a word, he jumped into the river and disappeared on the surface of the river.

Looking at Wenshui's actions, Xiao Mohan's silent black eyes narrowed slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Go and check what happened. Why is Wenshui being hunted down."

Looking at the bottle of foreign wine, Xiao Mohan's silent black eyes fell on his palm, looking at the bracelet, the pendant on it made him frown.

"This is..." Xiao Mohan was a little confused, looked down, and wanted to reach out to pick it up.