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Due to the great strength, I saw that the wooden door in my hand suddenly cracked, and the broken wooden pieces were scattered on the ground. And the geisha lying on the ground, like a fly that has been swatted to death, has long since stopped struggling, his face twisted, his expression in pain, and blood flowing all over the ground.

"Feifei, Wanrou, Maomao, are you all right? Are there any injuries? Wang Yong put the 'weapon' in his hand on the woman, hurriedly walked to the family, turned the two women around one by one, carefully checked them, and checked Maomao from top to bottom, and saw that they were really fine, so he was relieved.

"We're fine." Ouyang Feifei saw Wang Yong's worried look, and hurriedly responded to him, and then continued: "Wang Yong, go and help Miss Lichi, she was injured just now in order to protect us." ”

Qin Wanrou saw Wang Yong coming, her heart in her throat soothed a little, put Maomao in the corner of the wall, squatted down, her body blocked Maomao's sight, and kept coaxing Maomao, who was a little frightened.

Wang Yong was only thinking about the safety of his family just now, and forgot about Fujiwara Lichi, who was still bleeding on his shoulder. Listening to Ouyang Feifei say that she was injured to save them, the Japanese woman who had always been proud of herself in her mind suddenly became brighter.

Seeing Fujiwara Lichi, who did not have a knife, was injured in the shoulder, and the two performers who fought were defeated and retreated, Wang Yong took off another wooden door, regardless of three seven twenty-one, and slammed it on the body of the third geisha.

Since this geisha was far away from Wang Yong, he had already reacted to the door and took a few steps back violently. Wang Yong threw himself into the air, only to see that the geisha seemed to be in a strong air current, her eyes were closed by the wind, the flour on her face seemed to be blown away by the wind, her face was shiny, and the skirt of her kimono was also blown high.

Of course, Comrade Wang Yong didn't have time to care about these, and the Japanese girl who was forced in the corner just escaped a fan. The other one smashed down on her, and because the area of this door was too large, the small figure shrank in the corner, and there was no room to dodge the arrival of this door, looking extremely helpless and pitiful. It's like a monkey in the palm of the Buddha's hand, no matter if it can turn 108,000 miles on his heel, it still can't fly out of the palm of the Buddha's hand.

Of course, Wang Yong will not be kind. Spare her life, in his heart, the person who violates his bottom line, one word, is death.

The door was slammed, and the head was full of gold stars. Old eyes are dizzy.

The door was slammed twice, and he lost his resistance and lost his mind.

The door was slapped three times, and it was dark in front of him, and he was dying.

He didn't want to reveal his identity in front of Fujiwara Lichi's eyes, but he was forced to do so in this tense situation. Whether she recognizes it or not, she has to protect her family, and that's the most important thing. When this woman first came to the Mu Group, she kept saying that she wanted to find the king, and if she couldn't expose herself in her territory, it would be the best, more than one thing was better than less, so as not to affect her family.

He was like a strong man. With only one body of brute force, take off a door panel and smash it, not only simple and rude practical and effective, but also special hands-on relief, the sense of fighting is very strong, like swatting flies to hit the Japanese, the heart is really very cool.

Wang Yong held the door panel and only slapped it three times at the poor fly. Seeing that the people on the ground were no longer struggling, they stopped. Seeing that his family was fine, and he was playing so well, the anger in his heart fell with the percussion vocal music that fell together. It was completely vented, and the mood suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

And Fujiwara Lichi, who dealt with the old mother who plucked the three strings by herself, although she was slightly injured, was still more than enough. A nimble flying step, cushioning the doors and windows, jumped elegantly in the air, like a swan in the room, graceful and elegant. She reached out and kicked the killer in the chest, and the old mother crossed her hands to block it, and took a few sharp steps back.

Knowing that the situation was not good, the task could not be completed, and the old mother stabbed the window headlong and fled.

Fujiwara Lichi jumped out sensitively following the window hole, and saw that the three sisters of Shinozakura, who had been secretly protecting themselves, had blocked the way in front of the killer.

"Don't kill, live ......"

Before Fujiwara Liike's order was finished, he saw a figure rushing out of another door, holding the old woman's head with both hands, twisting it hard, and the blow was fatal. With a "click", the old mother's body slowly fell from his hands.

"I'm sorry, Sect Master." Ikawa Nakano, who killed the old mother, hurriedly bent down and bowed to Fujiwara Lichi in fear.

Fujiwara Liike wanted to catch a live mouth and ask who was behind the scenes. I saw that Ikawa Nakano had killed her before his order was issued. Fujiwara Liike glanced at this subordinate who was respectful and bent down to admit his mistake, and the anger on his face suddenly dissipated a lot.

"It's okay, you guys go around patrolling and watch out for any suspicious people." Fujiwara Lichi wanted to punish this subordinate, thinking that he had been loyal for so many years, and this time it might be that the protector was eager to kill this killer, and the only trace of anger on his face passed by.

"Yes, Sect Master." Ikawa Nakano bent over and retreated reverently, and the three sisters of Shinobi saw Fujiwara Liike's shoulder bleeding and wanted to help the sect master stop the bleeding, but they were also ordered out by Fujiwara Lichi.

At this time, Wang Yong carried the wooden door and walked out with a family of three.

"Miss Lichi, are you alright?" Ouyang Feifei saw Fujiwara Lichi, who was protecting Mao Mao's injury, and hurriedly bypassed Wang Yong and walked to her to ask.

"It's just a scratch, I'm fine. Miss Ouyang, Miss Qin, I am deeply sorry for this attack. Although it was an accident this time, Fujiwara Lichi didn't care about the injury, she was still stern just now, and when she faced this family, she felt guilty and hurriedly apologized to their family.

"It's not your fault, Li Chixiao, thank you very much for saving Maomao regardless of your own safety." Qin Wanrou held Mao Mao in her arms, one hand still covered her eyes, Mao Mao listened to Qin Wanrou's words the most, and asked her to close her eyes, she never opened them. It's just that Qin Wanrou put her little face on her shoulder for the sake of insurance.

"You are guests from afar, it is my duty to protect you, and this special soldier is powerful." Fujiwara Lichi glanced at Wang Yong and said apologetically.

Wang Yong met this arrogant Japanese woman in the company of the Mu Group that day, and after so many dealings, he finally heard this Fujiwara Lichi sect master say that he was good, and he was a little flattered with his hands still holding the wooden door, and he actually became humble and said:

"It's nothing, it's nothing, Miss Lichi, I'm a little stronger, and the weapons are better."

"What you have in your hand, this is a weapon?" Fujiwara Lichi looked at the wooden door in Wang Yong's hand suspiciously, although he had a good impression of this special soldier, he still felt that this man was very slippery.

"That's right, from now on, this wooden door will surpass the folding chair at the top of the top ten weapons list and become the most new weapon." Wang Yong leaned the door against the wall, clapped his hands and said, he seemed to be a little unsatisfied with the fight just now.

"Miss Fujiwara, don't listen to his nonsense, he will shine when he has a little sunshine." Ouyang Feifei saw that Wang Yong was a little embarrassed, and she had just come out of the fright, and suddenly poured cold water on his face, "He has been a soldier for more than nine years before, even if he has moved bricks for nine years, he is almost so powerful." ”

Wang Yong glanced at Ouyang Feifei, thinking that you have changed too fast, just from the one who still wanted to hold and throw himself into his arms, now he turned his elbow to the outside again.

"Miss Fujiwara, you're still bleeding, let's go back quickly." Qin Wanrou, who had been holding Maomao, said to Fujiwara Lichi who looked guilty.

Maomao's little face was attached to Qin Wanrou's shoulder, maybe she was too tired from playing today, and she didn't know the danger at that time, sticking to her mother's arms, this little girl actually fell asleep.

In the eyes of children, there is no concept of danger, she only knows that lying in her mother's arms, the world is warm......

"Look at this little cutie, she's asleep." Wang Yong took the sleeping Mao Mao from Qin Wanrou's arms, and kissed it lightly on the pink forehead of the little liver......

To be on the safe side, Fujiwara Riike took their family of four to their mansion.

"Look how well this little cutie sleeps." Wang Yong put Maomao on the bed, carefully covered the quilt, and kissed her pink little face again, before walking out of the room with Qin Wanrou and Ouyang Feifei.

"Feifei, Wanrou, are you really okay?" Wang Yong, who had settled his daughter, asked the two women with concern.

"We're fine, it's just that Maomao may have been a little frightened, but now that I think about it, I really have palpitations." Qin Wanrou said to Wang Yong, who was still a little uneasy.

Ouyang Feifei nodded, and then continued: "This matter is really a bit strange, those people are obviously targeting Miss Fujiwara, but if they were targeting the three of us, we would have taken action when we were learning to dance, but then their target was Mao Mao." ”

After hearing this, Qin Wanrou also nodded with doubts.

"You said they dealt with Fujiwara Lichi first, and then they targeted Maomao?" Wang Yong was also very strange after hearing this, with his years of experience, this matter would definitely not be as simple as a gang assassination, it must be an assassination carefully designed by an organization. The target is the disputes of the Fujiwara family, but since those people have provoked themselves, they will definitely not settle it with them.

"Yes, Wang Yong, Miss Fujiwara was injured just now to protect Maomao, I want to go over and thank her." Qin Wanrou was very grateful to Fujiwara Lichi for desperately saving Mao Mao.

"Maomao is also my daughter, so let me go and thank you. You two are tired today, so hurry up and go back to rest. Wang Yong looked at the two of them gently, and his tone was also very soft.

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