Cheng Nandie was wearing hot pants, revealing a pair of light legs, delicate like wooden legs in the window, and the skin color was like polished wood, with a transparent creamy luster.

She has always been proud of her looks, but at this time, she feels that these looks are useless, so it is better to give her some guts.

She only felt that her body was a little stiff, as if the blood was not enough to supply her body, and her whole body was a little shaky, the kind of shaking that she could feel, she bit her lip, felt excited, tried to restrain herself, and then walked up, but she was a little at a loss, and she didn't know what to do.

"Find some cloth and gag his mouth!" Yang Xiaotian saw that she was at a loss and immediately said.

"Oh, oh, okay! right away!" Cheng Nandie's voice is a typical Taiwanese accent, soft, many people say they don't like it, but there are more people who obviously like this tone.

Cheng Nandie quickly found the blanket that covered her legs just now, her fingers were thin and long, like the tips of newly sprouted bamboo shoots after the rain, but they were used to do very violent things at this time.

"Woo!"

Andy, who was knocked out, struggled in vain.

At that moment, there was a voice in the cabin, "Andy, what the hell are you doing?" and footsteps came from far and near.

Yang Xiaotian was startled, raised his hand and punched Andy in the head again.

"Hmm!" Andy snorted, unable to scream in pain.

Yang Xiaotian hurriedly shouted: "Wu Sen, come over and help, just hold him down!"

Wu Sen's face turned pale, his body trembled, his eyes squinted, his trembling curled fingers barely pointed at him, and his lips trembled and asked, "I...... Me?"

"Nonsense, if you want to live, hurry over and help, now is not the time to be afraid!" I said in a low voice, and then said to Cheng Nandie, "Help me pull out the sword!"

Cheng Nandie stretched out his hand in fear, but before he could touch the sword, he hesitated again, as if he didn't have the courage, and said, "Xiansen, you will lose too much blood like this!"

"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law!" Yang Xiaotian scolded angrily, and then directly pulled the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and pulled out the sword with a force.

"Poof!"

Blood immediately poured out.

"Ahh

"Shut up! Hold him down, fatty, move quickly!" Yang Xiaotian said angrily, and immediately glanced at the passengers in the first class.

All the passengers he saw lowered their heads, eager to bury their heads in their crotches.

They don't want to think about it, if Yang Xiaotian has three longs and two shorts, can they still survive?

"Phew, a bunch of bastards!" Yang Xiaotian spat on the ground with blood, and strode towards the direction of the cabin.

The layout of the Airbus A320 is such that the cockpit is on the left side of the gate and the passenger compartment is on the right, but the two are not unobstructed and interconnected.

Instead, there is only a two-person wide passage on the side of the boarding gate, and a metal room inside is used as a shelter, and some instruments and equipment are inside.

So when you get out of the cockpit, you can only see some of the first class cabins on the left, and you can't see the ones on the right.

Yang Xiaotian was already sitting in the middle of what he couldn't see, but after a fight, he ran to the right side, and of course he couldn't see it.

The man who came out of the cockpit had dark and rough skin, not like a Han race, his forehead was surprisingly protruding, his eyes were deeply sunken, and his lips were surprisingly thick, but he looked a little like a black man.

However, it is not as black as purebred blacks, some like the indigenous natives in Malaysia and the Philippines.

He only wore a sweatshirt on his upper body, and wore Xia Bu's suit pants underneath, and the waist of the pants hung loosely under the waist, through the sweatshirt, we could faintly see his navel, and suddenly retreated in and out with his breathing, like a big crawler wriggling and moving, very disgusting.

But he felt good about himself, whistling and walking out in a relaxed way.

"Andy, Andy!"

As he walked, he shouted in a relaxed and casual voice.

However, he soon noticed that Wu Sen's seat was empty.

This stopped him from lifting his footsteps in the air, and he shouted, "Hey, Andy, what about you? Why is there a seat empty here? I remember there was a fat man sitting here!"

Andy, lying on the ground, of course, couldn't answer him.

At this time, he had been tied up by Wu Sen, and he still had a blanket in his mouth, which looked a bit like a crab ready to be steamed.

The stout black man hesitated for a moment and shouted into the cockpit: "Song, you call the people behind to come up, it seems that something is wrong here!"

"What's wrong?" said a flirtatious voice from the cabin.

"I don't know, it's just the feeling! You'd better use the radio to get the people in the back to come!" the black man insisted on his opinion.

"Okay!"

Hearing this conversation, Yang Xiaotian knew that there was no way to hesitate anymore, and when the people behind him came up, it would be too late.

"Ahh

He roared angrily and rushed straight forward.

The black man was startled, and with a strange "ahhhhh

But Yang Xiaotian's movements were faster.

A sword stabbed directly into the black man's lower abdomen.

"Whew!" the black man screamed, and was surprised to find that the sword had cut through his skin and pierced into his lower abdomen.

His face was in pain, only felt a weak and painful tremor all over his body, and the whole person "banged", like a sandbag thrown out, fell to the floor of the cabin, he closed his eyes weakly, and the thought in his mind turned out to be, why would he go to help the fishing port people fight for political status......

After thinking about it, maybe it's because of the money.

Then he fainted.

With Yang Xiaotian's medical skills, it can be seen at a glance that the black man just fainted in pain, and there was no danger to his life.

If from the doctor's point of view, the priority is to give him first aid.

But for now, it certainly can't be done.

And he's going to make matters worse.

I saw that he pulled out his sword with all his strength.

The blood of the negroes spurted out at once, like a small fountain.

Yang Xiaotian smiled contemptuously: "It turns out that your blood is also red, I thought it was black!"

He said to a man next to him who was of medium height, with a broad forehead, a big nose, a slightly wide mouth, and a face with Chinese characters, who looked very majestic and looked like an official: "Go find some cloth to help him bandage his wounds, even if we can't change his fate, at least we have done our humanitarian spirit and bandaged his wounds!"

The man cowered in the wide sofa of the first class cabin, cowering in his shell like a timid snail, not even daring to show his head, and whispered, "This ...... Doesn't that seem like a good thing? I, I can't find the cloth at all!"

Yang Xiaotian said angrily: "Can't you tear your own clothes?"

"But ......," the man said tremblingly.

"It's nothing, but be careful that when this matter is over, I will break the news to others! Look at you like an official, don't you have the courage at all? How can you be an official?"

After speaking, Yang Xiaotian no longer looked at him, but said to Wu Sen: "Help him tie up this too!"

There's no need to hide it at this point.

Because the radio has already sounded.

"Jack, bring two people to the front to take a look, something seems to have happened......" The announcer's voice was very calm.

"Oh, I hear a commotion outside, I need to go check it out, you guys come as soon as possible!"

After the broadcaster finished saying this, Yang Xiaotian heard a sound of footsteps from the cockpit.

Yang Xiaotian cheered himself up, holding a knife in his right hand, and taking out a piece of chocolate from the small table next to him with his left hand, he tore open the bag with his teeth, chewed it heavily, and walked steadily towards the cab.

Cheng Nandie was almost stunned.

As we all know, most Taiwanese men are more motherly, and sometimes their voices are more feminine than women, so she has never seen a man like Yang Xiaotian.

At this time, Yang Xiaotian's back, she was about to get goosebumps all over her body, and she only felt warm in her heart, as if a misty spring rain was sprinkled on the dry African wasteland.

When Yang Xiaotian rushed to the door of the cockpit, the people in the cockpit had just walked out.

"You!" he said, his eyes wide, his face full of horror, and he reacted with over-shock, but he could no longer speak.

Because Yang Xiaotian had already stabbed him in the stomach with a sword.

I was afraid that I would not be able to make him incapacitated, and I stirred it inside, even if this guy is rescued in the future, I am afraid that he will have to cut off a few meters of intestines, and it is better to die in this life.

It was so simple, Yang Xiaotian solved the three people in the first class.

Then he strode towards the cockpit.

"This gentleman, big brother, wait for me!" suddenly came a nice voice behind him.

Yang Xiaotian turned his head to look and found that it was Cheng Nandie, standing there slim, with a deep interest in his obsidian-like eyes.

"What?" Yang Xiaotian frowned slightly, and between the frowns of his eyebrows, there was a faint sense of anger, "This is not filming, what do you want to do?"

Cheng Nandie was taken aback by Yang Xiaotian, and his expression froze suddenly, but in the next second, his slender eyebrows, which were bent like willow leaves, rose high, and he said in a voice like a yellow warbler out of the valley: "You go to fight the bad guys, I can also help you!"

Yang Xiaotian hooked his lips and smiled deeply: "What can you help me?"

Cheng Nandie's soft and cold thin lips opened, and she said with a hesitant and reasonable expression: "I...... At least I can help boost your morale!"

Yang Xiaotian's thin lips were like a knife, and he smiled lightly, and said, "Then you just follow behind, don't move, pay attention to safety!"

After speaking, he didn't look at Cheng Nandie anymore, and walked towards the economy class.

"yes!" Cheng Nandie clenched her white and tender little hands excitedly, and said to Wu Sen: "Fat uncle, let's go together?"

Wu Sen was like a frosted leaf, and he wilted listlessly in an instant: "Call him the eldest brother, but I have become an uncle, or a fat uncle......

"Oh, you're so long-winded, are you going?" Cheng Nandie said angrily.

"Alright, alright, let's go!" Wu Sen said helplessly.

Neither of them realized that they seemed to have forgotten the danger now, as if Yang Xiaotian was standing in front and was not dangerous at all.