Flash Marriage Royal Sister CEO, my sister dotes on me to the heavens

Fang Mo's face was filled with joy.

The black shadow is probably a man about 1.7 meters tall, with a sturdy back and a strong waist.

But he couldn't see the specific appearance. Fang Mo was about to bring the torch closer, but the other party sneered again.

The fierce wind rushed straight to Fang Mo's front door.

As expected of a master of martial arts, he was able to fight back even after being shot.

Fang Mo didn't dare to be careless, he was a faker after all.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a gun in his hand and the other party was careless, he would have been hit.

At this moment, he and Pang Yan might both be two corpses.

He took a step back and waved the torch fiercely, trying to use this opportunity to see the other party's true appearance.

But the guy was too fast, and the torch was kicked away not far away.

Fang Mo fired several times again, but this time the guy was obviously wary of the young man's trump card.

"You were the one who kidnapped Xiaoke and the others, right?"

Fang Mo retreated, holding the pistol firmly in his palm.

"Where did you hide the person?"

He didn't ask the other party if you were a 'skull' person.

This is too obvious and can easily reveal one's identity.

If a person who has always been a 'skull' is secretly staring at people like the Sichuan Qing clan, then once this question is asked, the other party will only be able to see Kumura Shiho alive.

Fang Mo's identity will no longer be hidden!

After all, the last time they fought in the capital, Kumura Shiho relied on two Sichuan Qing girls to blow up Zheng!

He was not sure whether the guy who attacked him clearly saw the appearance of someone on the other side.

"As a cowardless person, will a dignified martial arts master just hide in the dark like a thief and make timid sneak attacks?"

Lao Q's gun is very small, and can even be described as pocket-sized.

But one advantage is that it's not obvious, and you can even hide it in your sleeves to catch the opponent off guard.

But the shortcomings are also obvious. How many bullets can be packed into a small size?

It only takes ten shots to last.

Counting the three shots fired by Fang Mo in counterattack and the wasted bullets, Fang Mo's magazine was obviously running low.

A thin line of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

If the other party is determined to deal with him, Fang Mo really has nothing to do with him.

After all, he is not a real martial arts master.

If I kick you, you might get hurt.

But if you punch me, I will die!

"what's the situation?"

"Where did the noise come from?"

"It seems to be over there..."

At this moment, there was a flash of fire in the distance.

Fang Mo's face lit up with joy. Others from the Sichuan Qing tribe must have heard the sound of shooting and noticed this.

"Good luck!"

In the darkness, a surging figure suddenly spoke lightly.

Immediately, he didn't give Fang Mo a chance to shoot, and just "swish, swish, swish" and ran in the other direction.

It seemed that that guy was also afraid of being discovered by other members of the Sichuan Qing tribe and exposing himself.

Although Fang Mo wanted to keep the other party behind, if he had the ability to pursue him, he would simply end up dead.

His expression was a little ugly.

After all, Xiao Ke and the others are still missing.

Just as he was thinking this, Fang Mo turned his head and saw two unconscious girls not far away from where Pang Yan fell.

He was stunned for a moment.

Isn't it just Xiao Ke?

As for the other girl, she was probably the granddaughter of Grandma Gongsun’s family as the rest of them said, right?

Why are these two little girls here?

Fang Mo subconsciously walked over there, wanting to see the condition of the two little girls.

"Could it be that that guy knew that he couldn't take the two little girls away, so he just cut off his wrists and left them behind?"

"After all, for him, his current whereabouts have been revealed. If he continues to take the two little girls with him, these two little guys will be a burden to him."

Thinking like this, Fang Mo felt slightly relieved.

No wonder I clearly heard a faint cry for help in the darkness just now. It was probably the little girl's cry for help.

At that time, the other party quickly knocked them unconscious in order to avoid attracting attention.

Who knew that just this little movement would be captured by Fang Mo.

Later, maybe because he was afraid of disturbing the small animals in the jungle, he made a mistake and killed the beasts that made noise.

As a result, it was this strange silence that once again attracted Fang Mo's sensitive attention.

"This guy's strength should probably be between the Eight Generals of the Thousand Sect and King Yun, but he is far stronger than those ordinary Blood-clothed Sect disciples."

Fang Mo summarized the feedback from the brief contact in his mind.

There are not many martial arts masters that he has actually fought against.

To put it bluntly, Kumura Shiho is the person who has the greatest intimidation power to Fang Mo.

Because no matter how powerful the other martial arts masters were, Fang Mo had reinforcements around him at that time, so there was no need for him to take action.

In addition, he did not understand the system divisions of martial arts masters, so he simply used the Eight Generals of the Thousand Sects as the standard.

'Yun' Wang and Lao Q must belong to the first echelon.

There is no doubt about this. From the two generals' actions, in order to avoid a battle with King 'Yun', they even gave up General Feng, which is enough to see how fearful these Sakurajima people are towards King 'Yun'.

One-on-one, the eight generals of Qianmen are definitely no match for any of the two kings of Guoan.

Even if Liu Yaoyao was not blind and missing his senses, it would be difficult to establish an advantage in group battles.

She is enough to easily crush two or three strong men from the Blood Clothes Sect with the strength of the Eighth Generals of the Thousand Sects.

The head of the Chinese region of the 'Skull' organization, Kumura Shiho, seems to be weaker than the Senmon Eight Generals.

But it is far more powerful than those minions from the Blood Clothes Sect. The strength of the guy just now is probably on par with Wakumura Shiho.

Fang Mo walked to Pang Yan and was about to pick up the two little girls.

Suddenly there was a burst of footsteps behind him, and at the same time, the sound of breaking wind sounded in Fang Mo's ears.

However, this speed is much worse than that of the martial arts master just now. The two sides are not at the same level at all.

Fang Mo frowned slightly and tilted his head to avoid the kick.

Turning around, he saw Wanyan Chengyu, who was holding a torch and looking gloomy as water, standing behind him.

"If you attack me casually again, I will be really rude."

This is not the first time Wanyan Chengyu has made trouble.

Again and again, not again and again.

Fang Mo's patience has limits.

Hearing this, Wanyan Chengyu spit out thick phlegm.

"Bastard, you are dead!"

The next moment, he waved his hand.

More than a dozen young men from the Sichuan Qing tribe surrounded Fang Mo, their eyes filled with coldness and hostility.

hostility?

Why are you hostile to me?

Several others went to check on the status of Pang Yan and the two little girls.

"Pang Yan was kind enough to take you in, but I didn't expect that this is how you would repay our Sichuan Qing tribe?"

Fang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Someone attacked me and Pang Yan just now. After I drove that guy away, I turned around and saw two children unconscious on the ground. I was about to come over to check the children's physical condition, and you came."

"What did I do to you?"

The next moment, a young man from the Sichuan Qing ethnic group shouted.

"Brother Chengyu, Pang Yan is fine, he just fainted."

Wanyan Chengyu nodded slightly, then looked at Fang Mo with a sneer;

"A lame explanation, do you think we will believe it?"

"Someone also attacked you and Pang Yan. We came over as soon as we heard the movement. We were surrounded by members of our Sichuan Qing tribe."

"How come we didn't see anyone else?"

At this moment, Fang Mo's expression began to change.

No wonder these Sichuan Qing people suddenly became hostile to him.

Do they think they kidnapped Xiao Ke and another girl?

It seemed correct, but less than half an hour after they were separated, two girls suddenly appeared in front of Fang Mo.

Moreover, Pang Yan, who was originally paired with Fang Mo and was monitoring him in disguise, also fainted.

These people are ghosts if they don’t doubt themselves.

The next moment, Pang Yanchengyu sneered and said;

"We saw you, Pang Yan who fainted, and the two children when we came here."

"Especially because you plan to reach out and take away the children again. I think the truth should be like this, right?"

"You are afraid that the two children you hid will wake up and report your crimes."

"So you took Pang Yan to the place where you were hiding, knocked him unconscious while he was not paying attention, and tried to take the children away secretly, but we bumped into you, so you made up a lame excuse quietly. .”

"Ha ha!"

The word "haha" has many meanings, but in common Internet slang, it basically means calling you a fool with a sneer.

Fang Mo was staring at Pang Yanchengyu with an expression that looked like an idiot.

If I wanted to prevent the two children from alerting the enemy, why would I shoot a gun and make such a big noise if I didn't have enough time in my head?

"Ha ha!"

"Oh, your mother, you are indeed a beast with a human face and a beast's heart."

"Clan leader, this way, they are all here."

At the same time, another burst of footsteps sounded.

Chief Wanyan arrived nearby surrounded by several Sichuan Qing clan members.

He saw the two unconscious girls and Pang Yan with gloomy faces.

"Father, we just heard the gunfire and rushed over. We saw the unconscious Pang Yan and two little girls who fainted. This guy also wanted to take away the two little girls."

"Mr. Fang Mo, do I think you should explain the situation?"

Fang Mo raised his eyebrows;

"Explain what?"

A hint of anger flashed across Patriarch Wanyan’s dark face;

"Explain what? Why are the two little girls here? Why did Pang Yan faint? Why were there gunshots just now?"

"As I said, someone attacked us. After I forced that person back..."

"Still stubborn?"

Pang Yanchengyu roared angrily, as if he didn't want to hear any more explanations from Fang Mo, and rushed forward brandishing his iron fist.

"I can't stand it anymore!"

At this moment, no one from the Sichuan Qing tribe could stop him.

Fang Mo's face also turned completely cold.

Vaguely, he felt a line of sight locking on him somewhere with a sarcastic look.

He tilted his head slightly and looked somewhere in the dark jungle.

"Is this your plan? It's really a good idea..."