The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Because she was the first person to find him without fear of death.

Mr. Huo, although I am very happy that you can take the initiative to hug me, if this continues, you may not be able to wait until five years to kill me, and you will die here first.

Sang Jian was hugged by him and felt nothing else. She only felt that she was pressing on his wound.

It hurt when you touched it just now, but now you don't even hum?

What will you do if I really die here? Huo Nanting chuckled and gently let go of Sang Jian.

Sang Jian raised his head and looked at Huo Nanting's face seriously, After you die, can I own your inheritance?

Huo Nanting: ?

Before Huo Nanting could react, Sang Jian suddenly concentrated and raised his hand to touch his cheek, Your face?

There is such a deep blood mark on such a pretty face!

Because there was no light in the corner, she realized it when she got closer!

Nothing. Huo Nanting tilted his head and answered her last question, I said, if I die, you will die in my hands, so you have no chance to inherit my inheritance.

That's a pity. Sang Jian replied in a low voice.

He lowered his head and continued to bandage his wounds.

Huo Nanting: ...

Her reaction was something Huo Nanting didn't expect.

The first time he said he wanted to hold her before he died, she wasn't afraid. Is she still so calm now?

You are not afraid?

What are you afraid of? You won't die. Sang Jian replied without raising his head.

You... Huo Nanting was speechless.

Is she so sure that he won't die here?

Suddenly there was another sound of footsteps and voices downstairs.

Have you searched this upstairs? Go up and have a look!

Huo Nanting chuckled and said, It seems it's not up to you whether you die or not.

Sang Jian quickly wrapped up his wound, took out the two guns he had just found downstairs, and handed them to Huo Nanting.

As long as I'm here, it won't happen.

Mr. Huo's shooting skills should be very accurate, right? Sang Jian asked.

Give me your guns, then you... Huo Nanting frowned.

You don't need to worry about me. There are a few people who haven't come up from the sound. You deal with them and I'll deal with the group of people downstairs.

Sang Jian stood up, groped to the unblocked window next to him, tilted his head and looked outside.

There are more than a dozen people left downstairs, and the leader is smoking a cigarette surrounded by his younger brothers, looking impatient.

Huo Nanting reached out to grab Sang Jian's leg, hoping to make her less impulsive.

But he didn't know where she took out a gun he had never seen before, aimed it downstairs, and fired with a bang!

Right between the eyebrows of the boss downstairs!

Before he could even scream, the cigarette rod fell from his mouth and he fell to the ground.

The other people downstairs reacted instantly and looked up.

Sang Jian turned around just in time, squatted in front of Huo Nanting, took his arm with one hand, and held him on his back.

However, he was too short. I wanted to carry him on my back, but I didn't expect that Huo Nanting's two long legs were dragging on the ground.

Sang Jian: ...

Huo Nanting: ...

Where!

The group of people who came up from downstairs saw Sang Jian and Huo Nanting.

Without thinking, Huo Nanting raised his hand and fired two shots at the dim staircase.

The person who just spoke was instantly killed.

The moment the person fell, Sang Jian didn't care anymore and dragged Huo Nanting upstairs.

Huo Nanting's legs hurt from being dragged, so he had no choice but to stick to Sang Jian's ear and gritted his teeth: I can walk by myself!