The county magistrate is not slag very A

Seeing Jiang Fanyin and the little policeman crossing the hillside quickly, Song Boxue didn't hesitate anymore. She raised the corners of her lips, and Alpha's mental power was fully released in an instant.

The men in black only felt a roar in their heads, and they all fell to the ground one by one.

The suppression time of mental power was very short, so Song Boxue put away the dagger in his hand and grabbed a knife directly.

She stabbed the men in black's legs one by one, her movements were clean and neat, and she never relented when dealing with enemies, and she wouldn't even try to leave today.

But it was still too late to deal with everyone, and the suppression of mental power would fail.

"You... are you a human or a ghost?" Two men in black who had escaped the catastrophe held their knives and stood close together.

Song Boxue raised the knife in his hand without blinking his eyes: "Come try it and you'll know."

It is alpha's nature to be warlike, and she is no exception.

On the other side, Wang Butou and a group of students saw Jiang Fanyin and the little policeman running over. Jiang Wuyi in the crowd had a flash of surprise in his eyes, and quickly covered it up.

"What's going on? Where's your lord?" Catcher Wang rushed up to meet him.

"My lord has been assassinated, hurry up and ask someone to save you." The little policeman ran out of breath.

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words, Jiang Wuyi stood up first and walked up to Jiang Fanyin: "Don't be afraid, Yinyin, with me here, no one can hurt you."

Jiang Fanyin's eyes flashed, and he said coldly, "Jiang Qianhu should take someone to rescue Mr. Song immediately."

After all, she also understood the current situation, turned around and ran towards Song Boxue.

She shouldn't be timid, those men in black are obviously Jiang Wuyi's handwriting, if she keeps them, those people may have some scruples.

Jiang Fanyin's heart was in a mess, she shouldn't have run away...

Seeing this, Jiang Wuyi panicked and followed with his knife.

He obviously ordered his men to tie up Jiang Fanyin before he went to rescue him.

According to his assumption, that dog official Song Boxue must be greedy for life and afraid of death and leave Jiang Fanyin alone. Why did Jiang Fanyin run out? What went wrong?

All the students looked at each other, and saw that Jiang Wuyi was leading a few officers and soldiers, and the policemen from the county government were following behind, so they boldly followed.

"Song Boxue--"

A woman's exclamation came from the front, and the students who followed were all panicked. Could it be that they were late?

When they approached, they all froze.

There was a smell of blood in the air, and there were more than a dozen masked men in black lying on the ground.

The man in the blue official uniform held a long knife in his hand and stood there with a serious face. He looked like a handsome young man, but he looked like a Shura in hell, which made people palpitate.

Suddenly, the stern-faced man raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "Sister Jiang." It was as if the ice had melted suddenly, and the stern air was gone.

Combined with the exclamation just now and the addition of "Sister Jiang", everyone also understood that the Mr. Jiang who was following the county magistrate turned out to be a woman.

Jiang Fanyin held Song Boxue's arm tightly: "You..." Are you injured?

But because of the guilt that kept pouring out of her heart, she couldn't ask.

Song Boxue's eyes blurred for a moment, and he held her hand: "I'm fine, I'll take all these people back and put them in prison for trial."

Detective Wang gave him a big pause, and led the arresters to tie up everyone.

Without exception, the men in black on the ground had their hamstrings broken, and all lost blood and passed out.

Song Boxue glanced at Jiang Wuyi, pulled Jiang Fanyin into his arms, and said in a low voice, "Sister Jiang, I'm a little thirsty, let's go back."

Because she is not very proficient in controlling her mental power, her pheromones can hardly be suppressed at this time, and the glands behind her ears are beating violently.

She needs to be comforted, and the person in her arms just happens to be able to comfort her.

a little thirsty...

Jiang Fanyin met her warm eyes, his heart tightened, and he helped her to go out.

Everyone watched quietly, forgetting to react for a moment.

Jiang Wuyi shook the knife in his hand, and secretly glanced at the men in black all over the ground who had passed out. These soldiers were all his cronies, but now they are all abolished. This dog official is so brave...

He gave Master Zhou a wink, and he couldn't let these people recruit him out.

In the carriage, Jiang Fanyin nestled in Song Boxue's arms, not daring to move.

Weiliang's fingers landed on her neck, and a low voice asked from behind: "Sister Jiang, would you like to help me?"

Jiang Fanyin froze, closed her eyes slightly, and clenched her sleeves tightly with pale knuckles.

"If you don't want to, I won't force it." A low sigh came from behind my ear.

Song Boxue took out Jiang Fanyin's dagger and swiped it in the palm of his hand. The pain hit him and he tried to brace himself.

In the future, without the help of the heroine to comfort her, she will always have to get used to living on her own.

"Song Boxue--" Jiang Fanyin held the bleeding palm and carefully wrapped it with a handkerchief.

She raised her eyes and bumped into a pair of restrained, burning eyes.

My heartbeat suddenly became chaotic...

Jiang Fanyin bit the corner of her lips, her thick eyelashes trembled, and then slowly closed her eyes.

She raised her chin, revealing her smooth neck.

Under the jade-white complexion, dark blue blood vessels can be faintly seen, like a slender dark river covered by ice, flowing and pouring silently.

It also seemed that the high and mighty god lowered his figure on his own initiative, revealing his weakness, agitating the already restless Alpha, almost going crazy.

Song Boxue lowered his head, and his thin lips parted and closed, which could be broken by blowing a bomb, confusing people's minds.

Licking, biting, fine and dense, tossing and turning.

It wasn't that she blasphemed the gods, but the gods were willing to fall with her.

she wondered.

The rich lemon smell filled the carriage, and those who asked for it wanted more.

His knuckle fingers landed on Jiang Fanyin's collar, pulling, probing, and his thin lips moved down and landed on his collarbone.

The carriage also drove into the back house of the county government office and stopped outside the courtyard gate.

Song Boxue hugged the person in his arms and landed firmly on the ground, clamoring for possessiveness non-stop, bewitching her remaining rationality.

The person in her arms had eyes like autumn water, and her body was so soft that it made one's heart tremble. She raised her foot to kick the door open, and then hooked the door with the tip of her toe.

In a mess of movements, Jiang Fanyin landed on the bed with a soft brocade quilt behind him, and a pair of hands attached to the belt around his waist.

She suddenly remembered something, held Song Boxue's hand, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

The two looked at each other silently, and the dark fire of forbearance was clearly extinguished in each other's eyes.

Song Boxue paused, and looked away: "You...you need to rest."

He walked in a hurry and fled in a hurry.

Inside the room, Jiang Fanyin ignored the trance and confusion in his heart, tightly grasped the parchment under his belt, and did not move for a long time.

Outside, Song Boxue looked up at the sky.

She temporarily marked the heroine!

Although the heroine is not an Omega, it may not be a mark, let alone success.

For the heroine, it might just be a long bite.

But it still couldn't hide that she couldn't control herself, completed the first temporary mark in her life, and even wanted to have a deeper possession of Jiang Fanyin, wanted to mark it permanently...

Jiang Fanyin is the heroine, she has her destiny as the hero, and has her life trajectory.

But the first half of Jiang Fanyin's life was not happy, this is a sadomasochism novel, she will separate and reunite with the male lead, and only after half a lifetime of suffering can she achieve a positive result.

Song Boxue rubbed his eyebrows, thinking wildly.

"My son, are you alright?" Mrs. Song rushed over after hearing the news, and saw her daughter sitting on the steps in front of the door irritably, rubbing her eyebrows.

She looked it over from head to toe, and felt relieved when she saw that Song Boxue was indeed not injured: "Why was he assassinated? Where is that child Fanyin? Is she okay?"

The two of them stick together all day long, they are inseparable even when they go out, it makes one's teeth sore, but she, a mother, only has endless worries, it's really bad.

"We're all fine."

"That's good, but it scared Wei Niang to death." Mrs. Song patted her chest and sat down with her daughter.

Her daughter has something on her mind, and she can see it at a glance.

"I was scared too..." Song Boxue touched his chest, his eyes were as deep as the sea.

Mrs. Song put her arms around her shoulders: "Don't be afraid, it's all over, mother has told your fate, your fate is hard, no one can hurt you."

Song Boxue was speechless, thinking that the original owner was poisoned by your own hands and gone, it is really not a hard life.

"Mother, if you hadn't met your father, would you have married someone else?"

Mrs. Song glared at her: "You damn old father..."

As soon as the words started, Mrs. Song covered her eyes with a handkerchief: "Master left so early, woo woo"

Song Boxue: "..."

She was guilty, so she shouldn't have asked. Whenever the original owner's father was mentioned, Mrs. Song would whimper endlessly.

"Mom, I'm going to see Sister Jiang."

Mrs. Song put down her handkerchief, and her crying stopped in an instant. Little heartless man, forgetting mother when he has a daughter-in-law, hum.

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The author has something to say:

Song Boxue: The heroine just took a long bite from me, um, that's it.