Chapter 112: Luring the Snake Out of the Hole

As soon as Mo Zishu stopped, the group of people who shot appeared in front of Mo Zishu.

"Chief, there's a woman here." The man with the gun in his hand said to the man with the tattoo on his face.

"Kill it." The man with the tattoo on his face looked at the girl in front of him who was calm and even smiling, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more obvious, the more beautiful the woman, the more dangerous the sentence But he had a bloody lesson before, so he must not let it go.

As soon as the man with the tattoo on his face said this, everyone around him raised the guns in their hands and aimed them at Mo Zishu.

In an instant, countless guns were aimed at the thin girl in front of them, but they didn't see any scared and panicked look on the girl's face, but calmly made them all suspect that it was because there was no bullet in the gun in her hand that this girl was so calm.

The next moment, the girl in front of her slowly raised her arm, and when she looked at it, her slender fingers seemed to be playing with something, which was black ball-shaped.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Mo Zishu said lightly, with a lazy taste in her tone, and her expression was also relaxed.

The crowd was puzzled.

Here Fu Qingyuan had already come to the place where Mo Zishu had lost his coat before, Fu Qingyuan looked at the rotten coat on the ground with a gloomy expression, and finally fixed his eyes on the denser woods not far away.

The next moment, Fu Qingyuan moved quickly and walked inside.

"I'm sure you'll like it." Mo Zishu's thumb and index finger held the black spherical object, and the moment he turned it gently, he snapped his fingers, and he saw that all five fingers were clipped with black balls of the same size.

"Oh no, boss, he's got a new type of miniature bomb in his hand, and it's as lethal as a plastic bomb." One of the people in the group saw clearly the thing in the girl's hand in front of him, and his color changed drastically, and his speech became rapid.

"I didn't expect anyone else to know." Mo Zishu was not surprised, because the miniature bomb in her hand was known to anyone with a little military knowledge, but this was the power that she had modified, which was indescribable.

The gloomy eyes of the man with the tattoo on his face narrowed slightly, and when he was about to say something, Mo Zishu spoke first.

"Play a game, if you can escape from me, I'll spare your life, but I don't know which trees are tied to this thing by me, anyway, except for the road behind you, it's basically surrounded." Mo Zishu's tone was full of humor, and her smile was not half a point.

The faces of the group finally became frightened at this time, and even the man with the tattoo on his face had a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.

In this way, there is only one way to run, but if you run behind you, it is just right to enter the territory of that group of people, so the purpose of the girl in front of you is to force them over, and the man with the tattoo on his face thought to himself.

"Don't think about it, hurry up and run, come on." Mo Zishu smiled playfully at them, and the next moment she saw something flying out of her fingertips.

The group of people immediately panicked, and began to flee without thinking, at this time, who cares so much is the most important thing to run for their lives first, and finally the man with the tattoo on his face ran along.

"Boom." Just when the group of people had just run four or five meters, there was a loud noise behind them, everyone's body was shaken, their footsteps became panicked, and even everyone began to shout and rush forward regardless of it.

The man with the tattoo on his face didn't expect the girl to be so ruthless, and he threw the bomb out without giving them any time.

Fu Qingyuan, who had just arrived near Mo Zishu, looked pale, this is the sound of a bomb, how can there be a bomb?

Fu Qingyuan thought that his steps were even faster, the scorching color between his eyebrows was obvious, and his deep and dark eyes were gradually dyed with a layer of murderous intent and blood.

Fu Shengshan, Ye Yun and the others also changed their complexions, could it be that something happened to Mo Zishu?

Just when everyone in ambush was in doubt, they saw a group of people rushing out in a panic, and everyone's eyes lit up, it was this time.

When everyone stormed the trap arranged by Fu Qingyuan, the bodyguards who were ambushed around instantly rushed out, each holding a gun in their hands, and the black hole was aimed at the eyebrows of the group of people.

Although Fu Shengshan and Ye Yun's hearts were a little relieved, they still looked at the depths of the cemetery very worriedly.

Mo Zishu looked at the group of people who had fled without a trace, chuckled, and was about to walk back, when his expression turned sideways, and his eyes immediately became sharp and looked in a certain direction.

"Master Shu." The familiar voice sounded, and Mo Zishu was in a state of alertness and instantly relaxed.

Before she could respond, Mo Zishu felt a black shadow flash in front of her, and the next moment she felt that her body was tightly embraced, and the two arms around her waist tightened more and more, making her a little breathless, and her nose was filled with the familiar and intoxicating fragrance of grass and trees, and a warmth rose up, and she fixed her eyes on Fu Qingyuan's tall body and bent over to hug her.

"Are you alright?" Fu Qingyuan hugged Mo Zishu's slender body fiercely, her waist was so slender and Yingying, buried in the handsome and clear face with anxiety buried in the girl's fair neck, the faint fragrance went straight to the brain, making him a little unbearable to let go.

Mo Zishu was stunned at the moment when she just wanted to struggle, she heard Fu Qingyuan's slightly hoarse voice with a deep worry and imperceptible fear, she never seemed to have this kind of experience, her heart was beating uncontrollably, as if she was about to jump out of her chest and connect with the heart of the man in front of her who hugged her.

"It's fine." A smile rose at the corner of Mo Zishu's lips, very gentle, her calloused but white hand gently stroked the top of the man's head, which was different from the hard hair she had in her impression, very soft.

Fu Qingyuan felt the touch on the top of his head, and the gentle touch seemed to soothe his current somewhat uneasy state of mind.

"Let's go." Mo Zishu patted the man's bent waist again and said.

Fu Qingyuan finally raised his head from the girl's lightly scented neck, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Don't take such a risk next time." ”

Mo Zishu was slightly stunned, did not answer him, and only said, "Let's go." ”

Fu Qingyuan was very helpless, so he could only take the girl's hand, but it only took a moment to feel the coolness in his heart.

Fu Qingyuan reacted at this time, Mo Zishu's coat had been sacrificed, and his slender fingers grabbed the placket of the black coat, then took off the cover on Mo Zishu's body and cut her long hair.

In fact, it was still raining at this time, but it was just a very small rain hair.

Mo Zishu felt the warmth from the tall man in front of him, and then felt the man's body temperature from the outside in.

When Mo Zishu and Fu Qingyuan returned to the cemetery hand in hand, their people had already surrounded the group of people just now.

"Sister Mo, Master Fu." Na Chuan was the first to see Mo Zishu and Fu Qingyuan, but after seeing their actions clearly, his happiness turned into consternation.

"Damn, it's going fast." Na Chuan whispered to Helian Baimu and bit his ears. But Na Chuan roared like this, and everyone's eyes focused on the two people who came over.

"Zishu girl, it's okay." Fu Shengshan directly ignored Fu Qingyuan's existence, and quickly rushed to Mo Zishu with the crutches given to him by Steward Li, carefully checking back and forth.

"It's fine." Mo Zishu said with a faint smile, his eyes looked at the group of people who were surrounded, and the group of people obviously recognized that this girl was the one who threatened them with a miniature bomb before, and everyone's faces were gloomy as if they were going to tear Mo Zishu into their stomachs.

"It's okay, you made the explosion just now, it scared us to death, if you do this next time, I guess you'll leave a few years earlier." Although Fu Shengshan said something to complain about Mo Zishu, he could still hear the strong concern and worry in it.

"Got it, let's go see them first." Mo Zishu agreed with a smile and helped Fu Shengshan to walk towards Ye Yun.

"The little girl did a good job." Ye Yun's tone and even his eyes were full of appreciation.

"Sister Mo, why are you wearing Master Fu's clothes?" Na Chuan, whose attention had always been off topic, approached Mo Zishu and asked curiously.

Mo Zishu looked at Na Chuan indifferently, the gossip fire that was almost about to burst out was really helpless.

"Not doing your job." Fu Shengshan heard Na Chuan say this, and then he noticed that Mo Zishu's coat was wrong, although he was happy for his grandson, he still raised the crutch in his hand and hit Na Chuan's buttocks.

"Grandpa, I am your own grandson, Uncle Ye saved me." Na Chuan protested, and then hid behind Ye Yun.

"Hmph, how can you ridicule your Sister Mo, even Qingyuan is not as important as her." Fu Shengshan completely showed the demeanor of protecting the calf at this time, and he still wanted to beat Nachuan with a cane in his hand.

Nachuan Sudden ......

"What do you want to do, woman?" The group of people who had been surrounded by people who had been ignored finally couldn't stand it anymore, and the man with the tattoo on his face was the first to speak.

"Do you have a part in talking?" Nachuan, who had been stroked, vented at the man and raised his chin at one of the bodyguards closest to the man.

The bodyguard who received the instructions picked up the gun and fired a shot directly in the man's arm.

The people who were waving their flags and shouting just now died down in an instant, and they didn't even dare to use a hateful look.

"You." The man with the tattoo on his face covered his bleeding arm, and the pain made him look so hideous that he could not spit out a complete sentence.

"Tell me what you're for, why you're doing it." Mo Zishu took in Nachuan's childish tricks, as long as no one killed him.

"You ask, I'm going to tell you?" The man with the tattoo on his face was dripping with sweat on his forehead, and blood was pouring out of the cracks in his fingertips and falling to the ground.

"Don't say? Then another shot. "Mo Zishu doesn't like to talk nonsense with people, she is keen to do it directly.

As the words fell, he reached out and pulled out the gun from Nachuan's waist, and shot the man in the other arm.

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