His Wife Calls The Shots

When everyone looked up, they saw a helicopter flying over the white sky, slowly moving closer.

The refugees all smiled, watching it slowly descend with excitement.

A loud noise exploded, the tail of the plane caught fire and smoke, immediately deviated from the original route, and fell down slantingly!

The pilot parachuted down and the plane lost control and quickly crashed into a mountain!

The refugees were frightened and fleeing everywhere. The guards pushed the two into the car immediately and drove away from here.

Just listen to the bang, the plane crashed not far away!

The loud noise reappears, the earth shakes the mountains!

At this time, the sky was just bright.

Feng Xian guarded her, glanced at the scene around her with a vigilant look, and suddenly said, "Can't go."

It just so happened that the car was forced to stop, and the driver turned around and said to them: "We are surrounded!"

A ray of morning light came in from the car window, a bit dazzling. Qianmiao narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

For a moment, she remembered a scene from a certain science fiction blockbuster—the Wanjun pressured the realm and had nowhere to escape.

She felt her hand tightened by the seal, and sweat formed on his temple.

If she hadn't been pregnant, neither would be so nervous, but now she was pregnant, she didn't dare to do her best.

Not to mention how worried Feng Xian was.

At this time, with the rising sun slowly rising is an airtight circle of alienated NPC troops around!

They were wearing armor, armed with weapons in hand, and fully equipped.

In the lead are some aliens with very strong skills.

Most of them look weird, like super powers.

This reminded Qian Mian of the time when he was attacked in Chengnan Jiangjing that year. At that time, many alienated people rushed towards her.

Everyone has different abilities, weird and powerful.

This flat land was approached and tightened step by step by them.

The refugees approached in horror and hid beside their car.

Many people are praying, expecting a miracle.

But some people are pouring cold water, crying and saying that they only have a dozen soldiers and a group of women, children and refugees, and they are not the opponents of these hundreds of aliens.

Finally, they stopped.

A two-meter tall man with dirty braids smiled and walked forward, stroking a horse with his hand, suddenly turned over, and rode on top.

He patted and snapped, making a woman cry with fright.

Everyone laughed.

The alienated man turned over, walked in front of Cao Li and the others, swept them greedily, and finally focused on her in the car.

"There is the same kind in it."

Qian Miao understood this, and he spoke in English.

"What's the matter? There is actually the same kind?" He looked at this side curiously and greedily.

Feng Xian looked shocked, and ordered Xu Xiaomo to change his position. He wanted to drive.

Qian Mian pressed his hand and shook his head: "No, this is too risky, and as soon as we leave, Cao Li and the others will be over."

She thought for a while and said, "Let me come."

Feng Xian instantly understood what she meant, "I'm with you."

Qian Mian said: "I will speak for a while, don't speak out, they are crowded, we can only outsmart."

She was thankful that these people didn't recognize her, otherwise she wouldn't be able to deal with it.

The car door opened and she walked down and came straight behind Cao Li.

Cao Li and others protected her subconsciously.

She didn't speak, but moved her finger away.

This small move instantly attracted the attention of the brawny man.

He: "Senior alien, amazing, which general do you belong to?"

Qian Yan was surprised that their system was so perfect that they didn't show it on the surface, and only said: "They are all my prey. You shot down my plane. This account must be settled."

The dirty-braided man smiled unconsciously, and looked at her silently with a suspicious expression on his face.

"She is Tang Qianmiao!"