Oh my God, is this a real wound? Satellite became interested, squatting on the ground and staring at the bullet in the woman's arm.

The woman did not answer.

"Are there really bullets?"

Still no answer.

Instead, because of the satellite's kicking on the door, the security guards were lured back.

"Forget it, it's hard to talk to you, you can take it with you here."

Satellite wanted to leave, but looking at the woman's wounds, he still carried her and ran out of the safe passage.

"Store manager, the man is gone." The security guard entered the safe passage and found that there was nothing but blood stains on the ground, so he notified the store manager on the intercom.

"Got it. Monitor the room, see what the target has stolen, and list the bill for me. The store manager skillfully transferred the walkie-talkie to the monitoring room to ask for a bill.

"Store manager, he didn't steal anything, he stole someone, and he's still a woman." An answer soon came from the monitoring room.

"It's okay, keep working."

"Store manager, you better come over and take a look yourself, this woman has a problem."

"It's just a person, as long as it's not something you can't understand, it's fine, work hard."

The store manager turned off the walkie-talkie and quickly typed a line of words on the computer: 'Sifang Street A store safety'

Then a line appeared on the screen: 'Leave me alone!' Don't pull me in any more messy swarms! ’

Then another line of words was displayed on the screen: 'Jiang Jiajiuya has withdrawn from the supernatural family reemployment group'

……

"Gounod! Help me! Teach me how to prevent Zheng Lusa from pulling me into some discount groups, employment groups, and welfare groups, I don't need them at all. ”

Jiuya fell on the counter and smashed her mobile phone angrily, she withdrew from eight groups today, and she went in inexplicably, and all the things she talked about were things she couldn't understand.

"This thing can't be taught, his life may be longer than yours, and now he can't get you, and when you are seventy or eighty, he will definitely be able to support you!" Gounod sat on the couch and drank tea, teasing Jiuya.

"Huh...... This joke is not funny at all! But why did you change your girlfriend again, yesterday the girl came to the door, saying that you lied to her heart, but she didn't get your person, it is estimated that the members of your ex-girlfriend group can +1 again. ”

"Don't mention it, I've been too tight lately, and the day before yesterday, I went to work part-time for a night as a cowherd, alas, I'm tired and crying."

"You can work part-time as a cowherd with bandages on your hands? This cowherd has a really low threshold. ”

When Guno heard Jiuya say this, he paused with the hand that was holding the teacup to his mouth, looked at the bandage on his right hand and slowly spoke:

"Jiuya, I think we can hold off the rent a little longer, and give it to you a decade or two later, okay if you can use it as pension money directly?"

"Good! Shall I go directly to your brother? Grey Fox Clan Secrets......"

Jiuya was about to make up something to threaten Gounod when a man suddenly rushed up downstairs, holding a woman in his arms who was still dripping blood from her fingertips.

As soon as the satellite entered the store, he directly pulled all the teacups, tissues, and fruit plates on the table to the ground, and shattered them to the ground, and the distressed Jiuya ran directly out of the counter to rescue the 'survivors'.

"Ancestor Wei, the one you sang again today? Didn't I spend money on my things? ”

Satellite didn't pay attention to Jiuya at all, but put the woman on the coffee table and tore her sleeve directly.

"Do you have the tools here? It was a real gunshot wound with burn marks near the wound. ”

"Yes." Jiuya went to the dusty room, took out the medicine box and put it on the coffee table.

The woman was a piece taller than the length of the coffee table, her feet were slumped to the ground, and she didn't even have a pair of shoes.

"Will you take the bullets?"

"Huh?" Thinking she had misheard, Jiuya looked at Gounod in surprise.

"Ahem...... You're coming from a hail of bullets, you ask us? When you resisted the Eight-Nation Alliance in the Old Summer Palace, I was still delivering letters at the post office. Gounod threw the question back again.

"I ...... I have killed people, and I don't want to repeat the mistakes of the past. ”

"I have a question, she doesn't have a fever, she was just shot in the arm, why is she unconscious?" Jiuya also cared about the other party, and reached out to touch the woman's forehead, but there was no fever.

"I was knocked unconscious, and she kicked me with her shoes, and she almost didn't stab me to death because she had a dagger on the top of her shoes." The satellite took the initiative to admit it.

"You kidnapped someone who wouldn't let you save come back? Terrible! Wei Yingying, do you know that it is now a society governed by the rule of law? You found a woman with a gunshot wound and a hidden weapon on her body, can you calmly pull her back? You're afraid that you're not stupid in a demon prison and can't tell the era, right? ”

"Hmm...... Hmm......" Jiuya still wanted to speak, but she couldn't open her mouth.

"Righteousness and courage can be applied in any modern age, what if she is a good person, you, help her get the bullet." Satellite opens the medicine box and hands the disposable tool to Gounod.

"I hurt my hand, but I know who will, you wait for me." Gounod ran downstairs to the diagonal opposite side to ask for a painter.

The satellite saw that the painter handed over the medical bag in his hand.

Ten minutes later, he took the elastic belt and sutured it with medicine and bandaged, and the painter easily got it.

"Out of responsibility to you, where did this woman come from?" The painter washed his hands, was about to leave, but he turned back and asked the satellite uneasily.

"I don't know." The satellite answered truthfully.

"You hit her? After all, you've even stolen the palace before, so I'm not surprised that you've hidden a gun or two. ”

"It's not."

"And she's your rebirth?"

"It's not."

"Sure enough, you haven't adapted to the modern rules yet, she woke up and sent her away, now there is so much blood, more is better than less, it has nothing to do with you, don't care." The painter patted Satellite on the shoulder, told him to do it himself, and went straight downstairs.

"You two think I'm stupid too?" After the satellite placed the woman in the room, he asked Jiuya and Gounod.

"Your top priority is to find a job, and if you have a job, you won't do this kind of two-hundred-and-five." Gounod said seriously, frightened by the satellite's eyes, and immediately changed his words.

"Actually, you've only been out of prison for half a year, and it's understandable that you don't understand that the world is changing, and I'm more than a thousand years old and still haven't understood what people are all about."

"I'm a sweaty BMW raised by Wei Qing's family, and I'm more than 2,000 years old." The satellite didn't understand Gounod's words, and directly raised the bar and who was older than Gounod.

"Okay, your boss, what is it, I will say casually, those who have ridden you are all big shots."

Gounod was completely subdued and did not dare to raise the bar again, showing weakness and going downstairs.

There are many ways to become a demon, but there are only two kinds for animals, either it is Gunault, born as a demon, and the soul comes with a demon pill to reincarnate as a demon, and when the time comes, a little practice can automate people, although it will be split by thunder at a certain age, but practice can become an immortal.

Then there is the satellite like this, he was a famous general's mount before his death, he went to the battlefield with his master, he was fighting on the battlefield, he died unexpectedly, and he wanted to serve the country loyally and continue to fight, but he happened to be buried in a mass grave by the enemy, and his soul was unwilling to leave, and he absorbed the grievances of ten thousand people.