Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"Are you two looking for me?"

With a cold voice, the two of them turned around and were kicked out by the woman.

Wen Qingyue moved extremely fast, and before the other person could react, he was kicked down and fell on the companion who was about to lie down.

"Who sent you to follow me?" Wen Qingyue looked at the two of them condescendingly, the temperature in her eyes was frighteningly cold.

The two men clasped their stomachs and got up, looking at her with painful and vigilant faces, without intending to speak.

Wen Qingyue saw that the two of them didn't want to cooperate anymore, so she took off the bag on her shoulder and threw it aside, "Since you don't want to talk, you can only do it."

She knew very well that it would be impossible for her to get out of here if she didn't beat up the two of them.

The two men looked at each other, and at the same time they clenched their fists and bowed slightly to kill her.

Wen Qingyue gritted her back molars, and waited for the person to approach her before she turned sideways. Her fist brushed against her cheek with the sound of wind. on the back.

There was no room left for this kick, the man grunted, staggered a few steps forward and knelt down straight with his knees bent, the sound of bones hitting the stone made people's ears hurt.

"Fuck!" The man Wen Qingyue grabbed her wrist yelled angrily, abruptly changed the direction of his fist, grabbed her wrist with his backhand, and grabbed her shoulder with the other hand. Unexpectedly, Wen Qingyue Lift your feet flexibly, and give him a hard kick in the head like raising one foot to the same level as the shoulder when dancing.

The head is one of the most vulnerable parts of a person, and the man has a short head. This kick made him dizzy and his ears buzzed.

It was just this opportunity to be dazzled, Wen Qingyue got rid of his control, stepped back, stood still, clenched her fists with both hands, bent down like punching, squinted her eyes, and punched him quickly and hard. abdomen.

"what!"

Two punches hit his abdomen one after another, the man cried out in pain, and bent down in pain, Wen Qingyue raised his leg and kicked him on the back, the man's knees bent, unable to bear the gravity, and knelt on the stone.

"Say! Who sent you here?" Wen Qingyue stepped on the man's shoulder with one foot, pressing with just the right amount of force, preventing him from getting up.

"Stinky bitch! Go to hell!!" The man who was beaten down by her first jumped up suddenly, with a fruit knife in his hand, roaring and rushing towards her.

This accident happened in an instant.

Wen Qingyue's pupils shrank, she raised her foot and kicked the kneeling man unconscious, and quickly dodged aside, staggering the stabbing dagger, several of the flying ponytails were cut off by the blade, and fell powerlessly in the air.

The man is not an ordinary gangster either, his attacks are very regular, and when he is provoked by her, every move is very ruthless, threatening to make her see blood.

Wen Qingyue has encountered many such things as fighting before, but she has never encountered this kind of body now. She is much weaker in physical strength, and coupled with the physical disparity between men and women, he still has weapons. Passive a lot.

"Wen Shuangshuang sent you here for wanting to kill me so much?" Wen Qingyue tried while avoiding it.

"You still have the mind to ask questions when you are about to die!" The man's face was contorted, and he didn't answer her. With a wave of his hand, the sharp dagger was fiercely swung towards her neck.

There was an icy wall behind Wen Qingyue, and she couldn't avoid it. If she couldn't avoid it, it meant that her throat would be cut. If the knife went down, she would die.

The air was filled with the oppression of death. At the very moment, Wen Qingyue squatted down against the wall, and her back was scratched by a sharp stone, but when people were nervous, they could not feel the slightest pain at all. .

Stab it!

The fruit knife scratched into the crack of the wall, making a sharp friction sound, which made one's scalp tingle.

The man reacted quickly and drew out the dagger to stab downwards. At the same time, Wen Qingyue raised her hand and grabbed the man's wrist, struggling to block the falling of the fruit knife, her upper body pressed against the ground and kicked the man's crotch.

"Ah!" The man bent down in pain, his legs trembling, Wen Qingyue took the opportunity to grab his wrist, and the fruit knife stuck to her left ear and fell into the crevice of the stone.

Wen Qingyue grabbed the man's arm, exerted force on her waist and abdomen, and kicked her calf up, throwing the man out and turning over at the same time.This action is extremely difficult, very anti-human, the man did not expect it at all.It hit the ground heavily, and all internal organs were dislocated.

Wen Qingyue bent down and pulled out the fruit knife, before the man got up, she jumped on one knee, the knife in her hand stuck to his throat, and the sharp blade immediately licked a trace of blood.

The man froze, and immediately lay down and did not dare to move.

"Now we can say who sent you here?"

The little girl pursed her lips slightly, her black eyes were as thick as ink, and the cold light in her eyes was sharp and murderous.

Because of the fight, her ponytail has become loose and loose, and her hair is flying, mixed with fine sweat, sticking to her clean and bright face, which is very beautiful in the movie lens.

It's a pity, the reality is not to make a movie, Wen Qingyue panted slightly, and didn't relax her vigilance, the man's breathing was also very short, and his expression became terrified. "Don't, don't kill me! Yes, Master Liu sent us here, he wants to see you."

Master Liu?

Wen Qingyue frowned lightly, that Taoist priest who knows strange magic?

"He wants to see me, but you want to kill me. Does he want to see my dead body?"

The man choked, dripping with cold sweat.

They underestimated this little girl too much, which led to the failure of the mission. Behind him was a companion who didn't know how to live or die. At this moment, his life was in the little girl's hands.

In fact, Master Liu ordered them to catch her alive, but he was so excited that he lost his mind and wanted to kill her, as long as he brought the body back.

Anyway, it is to collect people's money to eliminate disasters for others, and the main thing for Jin is her death.

"Stop talking?" Wen Qingyue stared into the man's eyes, and sneered, "You must have murderous intentions. If you want to kill me, you don't even look at yourself!"

Wen Qingyue sneered, raised the fruit knife in her hand, and dropped it straight into the man's terrified eyes.

"what!!"

A scream sounded in the alley next to an old house in a dilapidated residential building, and the scarlet liquid splashed on the stones, thick and sticky, making people feel nauseous.

Wen Qingyue let go of the fruit knife in disgust and got up, staring at the pale man from the corner of her eyes, "Go back and tell your master, if you want to see me, come out by yourself, don't mess with these useless things."

The man lay on the ground and looked at his right hand in pain. A fruit knife was stuck in the middle of the back of his hand. The tip of the knife penetrated the palm of his hand and was nailed to the ground. Blood gurgled from the wound and pooled into a pool of viscous liquid on the ground.

He was sweating profusely from the pain, and the muscles on his face were trembling. Hearing the little girl's cold words, he did not dare to refute, and nodded weakly.

Wen Qingyue took out a wet tissue from her bag, wiped off the blood on her fingertips, stepped on the man's ankles and walked towards the exit with ease.

As he walked, he threw the wet paper towels that he had wiped his hands into the trash can, raised his hand to untie the loose ponytail, let his long hair fall down, and lost the messy beauty, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated, and he became beautiful in the eyes of passers-by. little girl.