Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Fu Han snatched a killer's dagger, grabbed a killer's shoulder and pulled it towards him. The killer lost his center of gravity and rushed forward. With a puff, the dagger sank into the shoulder socket, and then quickly pulled it out, blood spattering half of his face.

However, no matter how good he was at fighting, in this kind of pincer attack, he was still unable to fight against numerous killing moves, and his body was injured in many places. One of the killers desperately grabbed his hands and arms from behind, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what.

Fu Han gritted his teeth, and a sweet smell of iron gushed out of his throat. Suddenly, he saw a flash of snow in the corner of his eyes, and the cold wind swept towards his throat.

It was a sharp Swiss Army knife. With this knife, his throat was cut, his head was separated from his body, and there was no way out.

All the changes happened in an instant. Before Fu Han had time to react, he felt pushed hard by someone, the dagger fell, and was blocked by a machete—it was Wen Qingyue!

Fu Han's brain woke up in an instant, and he slammed his head back hard, click, and the sound of the nasal bone breaking rang in his ears, accompanied by warm and sticky blood and screams.

The killer who was holding him let go of the pain, and Fu Han turned over and stabbed him in the abdomen. Before the killer could react, he was kicked in the chest and flew out.

Fu Han quickly turned around to help Wen Qingyue, shouting: "Go!"

The killers were dealt with five people by them, but their physical strength was almost exhausted, and there were more than half of the opponents.

Wen Qingyue was hot all over, her mind was buzzing, she was in a daze when she was pushed away by him, a killer swooped in, aiming the dagger at her heart.

At the critical moment, Wen Qingyue only knew that Fu Han stretched out his hand and pulled her back violently, blocking her, puff!The dagger sank into his waist.

hum-

Wen Qingyue's pupils dilated, she opened her mouth but didn't know what she said, only heard him tell her to run.

She stared blankly at his abdomen, he was dressed in black, even if he was bleeding, he couldn't see it, only blood flowed from between the fingers of the palm covering his abdomen.

"Run!" Fu Han roared, pushed her, and joined the fight again.

Wen Qingyue blinked, no longer hesitated, dodged a few killers and rushed out.

The target of those killers was Fu Han, and the main force didn't follow her. She easily escaped from the encirclement, and quickly jumped onto the opponent's motorcycle with the key still inserted in it.

boom--

Everyone only heard an arrogant roar, and when they turned their heads, they saw Wen Qingyue rushing over on a motorcycle at an extremely fast speed.

The killers were knocked into the air, and someone tried to jump up and throw her off, but she turned the front of the car sharply and dodged like a bend.

"Hand!" She shouted loudly after approaching Fu Han.

Fu Han's pupils trembled, he stretched out his hand without hesitation, and jumped onto the back seat with her strength.

Ah Cheng shouted almost instantly: "You go, leave me alone!"

Wen Qingyue took a look at him, then hit the gas pedal and rushed out in a ray.

"Fuck! Fuck it, chase me!" The killer cursed angrily, and took the lead in chasing him out on a motorcycle.

The other killers followed closely. Ah Cheng tried to stop him, but he could only stop two of them, and three chased them out.

The howling cold wind blew on her face like a knife, Wen Qingyue clenched the handle of the motorcycle, glanced back, and the killer was biting behind her.

Outnumbered and outnumbered, Fu Han was injured again, and she didn't know if the stab wounded him. She had to send him to the hospital as soon as possible.

Wen Qingyue quickly turned the corner and rushed into the alley. The people in the narrow alley screamed to avoid her. She didn't slow down, her brain was running at high speed, mobilizing the memory of this place.

Suddenly the front of the alley was disconnected, Wen Qingyue braked hurriedly, stepped on the ground, the soles of her shoes rubbed against the ground hard, stopped the car abruptly on the edge, and a staircase of more than 100 steps appeared in front of her.

Wen Qingyue didn't turn her head back. Hearing the approaching roar, she asked in a deep voice, "Fu Han, do you believe me?"

The man behind him put his head on her shoulder, put his hands around her waist, and said weakly, "Let me."

Wen Qingyue curled her lips slightly. When they first met, he was also injured. She drove his Maybach to rescue each other, which was considered a kind of mutual trust. Now she drove the injured him on a motorcycle and asked him if he believed in her. There are some similarities in the same purpose.

boom -

With full horsepower, the motorcycle rushed down with the two of them under her control, just like the special effects of a movie, the motorcycle bounced on the steps and rushed to the end.

"Fuck me!" The killer who was chasing up braked on the top of the stone steps, watched Wen Qingyue land on the flat ground, and left gracefully, angrily slammed the front of the car, and burst into foul language.

The little brother who caught up asked: "What should I do, big brother? This bitch is going to take him away, or shoot me?"

"Doesn't my mother want to shoot to save trouble? The boss has ordered, don't attract the attention of the son of a bitch, and cause trouble, you and I can't escape!" The man in the lead was about to grit his teeth.

He brought more than a dozen brothers, and thought he could succeed, but he missed it because he fucking underestimated a woman!

"Don't be dazed, turn around and let me chase after you. The one surnamed Fu was stabbed and can't run far."

boom-

The roar was endless, Wen Qingyue shuttled through the vegetable market, and felt that the people behind her were almost weighing on her body, she felt a little bit in her heart, and hurried out of the vegetable market, stopped the car behind the hidden old cement house, and helped Fu Han got out of the car and sat down against the wall.

Wen Qingyue opened his sweater, and the bloody wound was still bubbling out.

She looked up at the pale man with cold sweat on his head. Her hands trembled slightly, and she tried to calm herself down. She took off the vest she was wearing inside, rolled it up and pressed it on his wound to stop the bleeding, and said : "Fu Han, hold on!"

The man didn't respond, she pressed her hand hard, blood soon stained her palm through the white cotton vest.

"Fu Han, don't sleep, talk...you talk to me, don't sleep, hear me!"

After nearly a minute of silence, the man's weak voice sounded, "No, no sleep, your voice...is too loud, I can't fall asleep."

Wen Qingyue was stunned for a moment, her clenched teeth were slightly loosened, and she said in a breath, "Who the hell asked you to block the knife for me? If you die, I will not take the blame!"

Fu Han smiled silently, "Don't, don't swear..."

"Dirty words are a way to vent your emotions, do you understand?" Wen Qingyue said angrily, seeing that the blood in his abdomen had stopped slightly, she let go of her hand, and quickly found her cell phone in his coat pocket . "

"Your injury must be treated immediately. I'll call Su Yan. You will hide yourself later and wait for him to pick you up." She dialed Su Yan's number while talking, ignoring Fu Han's sinking eyes. eye.

"Hey, Su Yan and Fu Han were hunted down by killers. He was stabbed and needs to be sent to the hospital immediately. We are now next to an abandoned concrete house near the vegetable market. You should find a way to come pick him up immediately!"

Wen Qingyue didn't talk nonsense, and quickly hung up the phone after explaining, and handed the phone to Fu Han, ready to help him up: "Get up, go upstairs and hide."