One-eyed is not stupid, he glared at Fu Qiran angrily and roared: "You calculate me!" ”

A glimmer of light flashed in Fu Qiran's eyes, "It's not a design, it's just a matter of taking what you need." ”

"Huh." One-eyed sneered, "The controller is here, and if I press it, everyone will die!" ”

He grabbed Ruan Jiaojiao's arm, looked at Fu Qiran and shouted, "And your woman, she will also die!" ”

"My woman?" Fu Qiran chuckled, his voice full of coldness.

"When did I have a woman?"

Listening to Fu Qiran say this, his already uncertain heart became even more uncertain.

He glanced at Tom.

Tom hurriedly said, "This woman is really the scorpion's wife!" ”

Fu Qiran laughed, "One-eyed, when did you get involved with this traitor?" ”

"Traitor?" One-Eye repeated.

Fu Qiran smiled and quietly approached the one-eyed side.

"Yes, traitor."

His tone was airy, as if he was just saying that the weather was fine today.

Ruan Jiaojiao looked at Fu Qiran and watched him get closer and closer.

Fu Qiran was attracting one-eyed's attention.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes trembled, and she understood his plan almost instantly.

She quietly reached out and pulled the controller out of One-Eye's bag.

When One-Eye noticed it, the controller was already in Ruan Jiaojiao's hands.

"You're kidding me!"

One-eyed roared, and the tip of the knife was aimed at Ruan Jiaojiao.

Ruan Jiaojiao suddenly grabbed One-Eye's wrist.

One-Eye's strength was much greater than hers, and he broke free of her hand almost instantly.

But because of this action of breaking free, the direction of the original knife tip was reversed.

The original stabbing action has also become a chop.

Ruan Jiaojiao took advantage of the situation to block her arm, and the blade slashed into her arm with a pop.

And because of the fatal shortcomings of the concave sharpening knife, this cut, the blade did not sink deep, and it was directly broken.

At the same time, a group of people rushed in from the outside and subdued Tom.

And One-Eye was kicked to the ground by Fu Qiran.

One-eyed spurted a mouthful of blood and looked at him in disbelief.

Fu Qiran blindfolded Ruan Jiaojiao's eyes and said in a low voice: "Jiaojiao, don't look at it." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao spread her hands, and the controller was already stained with her blood.

"This." Her voice became weak, "Here you go." ”

Fu Qiran picked up the controller and handed it to his subordinates on the side.

The men put the controller up with a special tool and took it down to dismantle it.

Ruan Jiaojiao collapsed in Fu Qiran's arms, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

She had blood on her arms and clothes.

That knife, although not fatal, but the injury was inevitable.

Ruan Jiaojiao took out the handkerchief that had been stained red with blood from her clothes bag.

"Happy birthday, Mr. Fu."

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, so weak that it was distressing.

The pair of rings, which had been stained with blood, lay quietly in the palm of Ruan Jiaojiao's hand.

Fu Qiran looked at the blood-red ring, and his pure black eyes were blood-colored.

He pulled out a knife out of nowhere, and stabbed it into One-Eye's calf with a pop.

The blood is thicker.

He covered Ruan Jiaojiao's eyes, and a suppressed voice sounded in the room.

"Jiaojiao, don't look at it."

"Delicate ......"

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes trembled, and in the darkness, the murmur and other voices were infinitely amplified in her mind.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, and she only heard him say:

"Jiaojiao, don't look at it."