The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

"Kill me if you have the ability." An Hao laughed, that wanton laughter sounded very weak, almost inaudible, but her aura was still strong and mocking.

"You don't dare, do you. Bastard!"

Anhao spat at Zhong Su with a 'pooh', with arrogance and disbelief in his eyes.

Zhong Su squinted his eyes, but increased his strength in his hands. The wound was torn apart by pressure, and Qiao Anhao's legs went limp in pain, and he slumped on the ground.

There was exhaustion and pain in her eyes, but she didn't want to cry out, she bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from screaming out in pain, she bit her lip with great strength, and drew a bloodstain.

She raised a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and looked at Zhong Su with disdain, no longer pretending to be obedient as before, but a blatant mockery.

Because she, Qiao Anhao, didn't have the word bow in her dictionary!

Zhong Su was too lazy to take care of Qiao Anhao, and was about to carry her away, but Qiao Anhao suddenly laughed, "Zhong Su, look at your back."

Zhong Su turned a deaf ear to it. He glanced at Qiao Anhao contemptuously, expressing that he would not be fooled again.

But at the next moment, there was a sudden 'bang' gunshot, and Zhong Su suddenly turned cold. He looked down at a bullet hole in his chest, and he turned around and shot without the slightest hesitation.

But that afterimage was even faster, it rushed over and kicked him in the hand, kicking the gun in his hand away.

Zhong Su was not careless, and directly pulled out the short whip pinned to his waist, but the man directly pinched the short whip without any fear, Zhong Su flicked back without hesitation, but the short whip did not Being pumped as imagined, a piece of flesh and blood was taken away.

Instead, it was held firmly in Lu Yicheng's hand, the barb went deep into his flesh, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, the blood flowed out bit by bit from his clenched fist, forming a dripping line.

Those cold blue pupils instantly turned into cold black pupils, and the murderous intent in the eyes burst out like a storm, and the violent aura emanating from that body was full of a sense of destruction.

Zhong Su knew that he was injured and was no match for Lu Yicheng, so he let go of the short whip in his hand without the slightest hesitation, and the dagger slashed out, and after a while, it fell directly on the neck of Qiao Anhao who was paralyzed on the ground above.

"Don't come here, or I don't mind dying together." Zhong Su was calm and didn't panic. Although the gunshot wound on his chest was bleeding, it wouldn't kill him with a single shot.

He knew that in Lu Yisheng's eyes, nothing was more important than Qiao Anhao.

However, Lu Yicheng glanced at him and threw away the whip in his hand. The blood-stained whip was covered with flesh, which looked quite terrifying.

He walked straight to Zhong Su, his steps were smooth and even, like a king who ruled the world and stood on the world, arrogant and contemptuous, his left hand was already dripping with blood, dripping drop by drop.

The face that was carved out like the hand of God still has no emotions in it, only the bloodthirsty murderous intent revealed in those eyes that are so cold that they can freeze people.

Anhao just looked at Lu Yisheng like that, and suddenly felt relieved, full of grievances.

"Lu Yicheng, this person bullies me." The soft voice with imperceptible dependence is not at all the weird and unconvinced Qiao Anhao.