Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

The young leader raised his pistol coldly, pointing the black muzzle directly at Xu Xiaoxiao's head. He said cruelly: "Xu Xiaoxiao, your end has come!"

Faced with the threat of life and death, Xu Xiaoxiao did not show any fear, her eyes were firm and calm.

She bravely looked directly at the leader and said in a calm tone: "If you insist on killing me, I can't stop it. But I beg you, let my grandfather go, he is innocent."

The leader laughed ferociously, with the flames of revenge flashing in his eyes: "Hahaha, if it were earlier, I might consider your request, but now, I have lost too many brothers, and I must settle this account with you! "

Xu Xiaoxiao's grandfather held Xu Xiaoxiao's hand tightly, his eyes full of guilt and reluctance: "Xiaoxiao, my good boy, don't ask him. Grandpa couldn't protect you before, and he still can't now. Really very sorry."

Hearing her grandfather's words, Xu Xiaoxiao burst into tears, but she tried to stay strong: "Grandpa, don't say that, you have done a lot for me, and I am always grateful."

At the critical moment of life and death, she couldn't help but think of Fu Yanchen. Why didn't he come to save her? Does he know that his life is in danger at this moment?

Grandpa seemed to see the fear and reluctance in Xu Xiaoxiao's heart. He whispered in her ear and whispered. Xu Xiaoxiao shook her head violently after hearing this, her eyes full of intolerance and rejection: "No, don't do this, grandpa."

At this moment, the air seemed to be frozen, and the gun in the leader's hand was still pointed at Xu Xiaoxiao's head.

There is a deep affection and an inseparable concern between Xu Xiaoxiao and her grandfather.

At this life-or-death moment, everyone's choice seems extremely heavy.

"Smile, be obedient, and listen carefully to grandpa."

Grandpa's voice is like an old pine that has been carefully carved by the years, low and steady, and every word carries deep emotions, like the ripe rice in the field, full of autumn harvest and hope.

"Grandpa, no, no." Xu Xiaoxiao called, like ginkgo leaves blown down by the autumn wind, with an indescribable sadness. Her tears fell to the ground like broken pearls.

Suddenly, a cold voice, like the cold wind in winter, swept over mercilessly: "Stop chirping, you all have to die, Xu Xiaoxiao, just prepare to die!" The muzzle of the gun in the man's hand , like the eyes of a beast in the dark night, gloomy and cold, foreshadowing the coming doom.

However, my grandfather did not flinch. He seemed to turn into a brave lion, jumped up suddenly, and started a fierce fight with the young man.

Their figures intertwined, like an ancient martial arts performance, but full of a battle of life and death.

During the scuffle, my grandfather shouted breathlessly: "Xiaoxiao, go quickly, you... the gun in your hand still has ten bullets, go from... from the north direction, there are only five people there, you... you can break out from there." "

His voice was like an echo across the valley, full of determination and power.

"Grandpa..." Xu Xiaoxiao's voice was trembling and weak, as if she was overwhelmed by sadness and couldn't extricate herself.

"Hurry..." Grandpa shouted almost hysterically. The sound was like a strong wind in the wilderness, carrying irresistible power.

Grandpa's eyes flashed with determination and determination, as if telling her: This is the only way out, you must go!

Xu Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and wiped her tears with her sleeves.

At that moment, she seemed to have transformed from a weak little girl into a warrior about to embark on the battlefield.

She stood up, holding the gun tightly in her hand, her eyes shining with determination and bravery that she had never seen before.

She understood that the path of survival that her grandfather fought for for her was not only a path of escape, but also a path of growth. Along the way, she will learn how to face difficulties and live bravely.

And grandpa will always be the strongest support in her heart.

Xu Xiaoxiao walked towards the north with firm steps, "Stop her."

The young man's order was like an icy cold wind, passing through the ears of his subordinates.

Like hounds, they moved at the sound of the wind and wanted to surround Xu Xiaoxiao.

However, their master, the young man, was entangled with Mr. Du's old but determined figure and was unable to get away.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoxiao was no longer the gentle woman, but an enraged lion.

The gun in her hand was like her claws. Every time she pulled the trigger, she hit the target accurately.

Her eyes sparkled with purple light, a symbol of anger, determination and fearlessness.

However, the crowds surged like waves, one after another.

Xu Xiaoxiao's bullets were limited after all. When the last bullet was shot, she still remained calm and determined.

She did not show any timidity, but subconsciously adjusted her posture and made defensive movements, preparing for the next hand-to-hand combat. These movements seemed to be in her memory, and a tall figure was teaching him these defensive movements. The figure looked very similar to Fu Yan.

When the young man saw this, he became even more impatient. He suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist and was about to stab Mr. Du with a fierce look.

This sudden move undoubtedly shocked everyone present.

"Grandpa, be careful." Xu Xiaoxiao reminded, and then was accidentally kicked by someone. Xu Xiaoxiao ignored this and knocked out the person who came up with the butt of his gun, preparing to save his grandfather.

At this critical moment, the sound of horse hooves and people's cheers suddenly came from the distance.

Everyone turned around and saw a group of people rushing towards them, led by a man wearing a mask.

The whip in his hand drew a graceful arc in the air, accurately knocking the dagger out of the young man's hand.

Xu Xiaoxiao was stunned. This scene was as exciting as a hero saving a beauty in a movie. It was so cool.

The appearance of the masked man broke the deadlock and brought new variables to this fierce battle.

His identity and purpose have become questions in everyone's mind.

Under the blazing sunshine, the young man held a sharp instrument in his hand, his eyes flashing with evil and determination.

However, the power in his hand seemed to disappear in an instant, replaced by an indescribable trembling. The sudden burning pain, like a blazing flame spreading crazily along his arm, forced him to let go of the murderous weapon in his hand.

Mr. Du took this opportunity and rolled to the side quickly like a carp rolling in the water.

He breathed heavily and moved away from the young man with lingering fear, as if he was escaping from a disaster that was about to break out.

Xu Xiaoxiao, like a nimble deer, quickly ran to her grandfather's side.

At some point, a dagger appeared in her hand. The dagger shone coldly in the sun, revealing an inviolable sharpness.

The young man's eyes widened, his face full of unwillingness and anger.

He stared at the masked man, his voice full of doubts and questions: "Who are you? Why do you want to ruin my plan?"

There was a kind of anger in his tone, as if he was questioning the fate.

The masked man stood there quietly without any response, but his presence was like an insurmountable mountain, blocking the way of the young man.

The young man felt an invisible sense of oppression. He knew that his plans for today would probably be disrupted by this man.

During this tense and long confrontation, the air seemed to freeze.

In the young man's mind, he began to re-examine his plans and goals, wondering whether he should continue to move forward or choose another path.

The identity of the masked man and the purpose of his appearance have also become an unsolvable mystery, remaining in his heart.

Mr. Du and Xu Xiaoxiao leaned closely together, staring at the young man and the masked man warily, waiting for what would happen next.

This sudden conflict changed everyone's plans.

"It's none of your business? Get out of here. Do you know who I am?"

"Hahaha, I don't care who you are?"

The masked man chuckled sarcastically, "I just can't bear to see so many people besieging an old man and a child. They have already begged and begged, but you still refuse to give in. This is really unhuman."

"What does this have to do with you?" The man retorted rudely, "Go away, do you know who I am? Are you impatient for offending me?"

"Hahaha," the masked man laughed loudly, his voice full of disdain and arrogance, "Do you think I care about who you are? No matter who you are, it has nothing to do with me."

His laughter echoed in the empty streets, with a bit of provocation and arrogance, as if a cold wind blew through everyone's heart, making the surrounding air quiet.

He stood there, his figure as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes under the mask were firm and resolute.

Even in the face of threats and intimidation, he showed no fear at all. Instead, he exuded a calm and unhurried aura, which made everyone present feel an invisible pressure.

"Looking for death!" the young man said...