Hilarious sweetheart: chief palm treasure!

Chapter 139 Two Weak Women

In the next second, his hand broke free and grabbed Yang Jialing's wrist.

She pinched the position very accurately and it didn't hurt, but she would no longer have the strength to hold things, and the other hand broke free, taking the knife from Yang Jialing's hand.

Pressing her body over, she directly pushed him to the ground, and the knife in the other hand slammed into the wrist she was holding.

Pierce palms!

"Ah!" Yang Jialing couldn't bear such pain, and suddenly the small space was filled with her screams.

Ye Shengsheng looked indifferent, raised her lips and sneered, "You can't even hold a knife, and you still want to threaten people?"

Yang Jialing waited for a long time before she recovered. There was panic in her eyes as she waited for this woman who raised a knife and didn't even blink her eyes.

"You... are all devils!"

Ye Shengsheng threw away the things in her hands and sat down on the ground, "Devil?"

Tat for tat is the devil?

If this is the case, then she would rather be a devil than a human being who can be flattened and rounded.

Si Jinxi also started to act almost at the moment Ye Shengsheng started.

With just fists and kicks, he put all the people around in just a few tens of seconds, and then immediately ran to Ye Shengsheng's side. The wound on her neck was still bleeding. He took the handkerchief in his pocket and gave her emergency treatment.

Ye Shengsheng looked up at the man's exquisite face, and cried with a 'wow'.

"Damn it, it hurts so much! I'm a weak woman... I cut the rope twice, and my hands are covered with knife cuts. Wow... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo by the pain...it hurts to death."

Si Jinxi hugged her tightly in his arms, and pressed his chin tightly against the top of her hair.

"Hold up, I'll take you out right away."

"Woooooo... I can't take it anymore, bullying a weak woman like me is simply inhuman!"

Bai Xiaoling didn't know when she broke the rope, and she didn't know why she did it suddenly. When the two hugged each other, when those people fell into a ball, she was still tied up and thrown on the ground.

Could it be... this is the legendary... supporting role treatment?
She approached this way, wanting the two of them to help connect the rope, and suddenly saw Yang Jialing, who had already lost consciousness in pain, suddenly pulled out a pistol, and she rushed towards it without hesitation.

When the pain started to spread from her abdomen, she suddenly understood that this is the real 'treatment' for the supporting role - blocking bullets for the main character.

Pity her, a weak woman in an art troupe...

God, if I'm not dead... also give me a male lead, okay?
She prayed so much.

The moment Ye Shengsheng heard the gunshot, she trembled with fright, and Si Jinxi's hand around her tightened a little, and it was a subconscious movement of surprise.

Soon, he let go of her, and hugged Bai Xiaoling together with Ye Shengsheng.

He untied the rope on her body, and when he came back to his senses, Ye Shengsheng had already grabbed the gun in Yang Jialing's hand, and he reached out and snatched it without any hesitation.

"Don't get your hands dirty."

Ye Shengsheng still had tears on her face, her reddish eyes stared at the woman on the ground.

After Si Jinxi took care of it briefly, he picked her up again, and Ye Shengsheng also got up from the ground, but she still couldn't hold back, and moved to a big rock beside her, and slammed it on the woman's leg.

If I can't kill you, then reward me with a second-level disability!

Si Jinxi watched her movements, frowned slightly, and called people to come to him, "Let's go!"

Ye Shengsheng followed him, with his handkerchief wrapped around his neck, following him, still in a bad mood.

"Don't you hate it?"

(End of this chapter)