Chapter 681 - The Great God Writer Who Was Miserably Pitted by His Friends 48

Carlos had no doubt that in the next second, this cold blade would cut off his entire arm!

But another faster knife came.

At the same moment that the blade of the man in black was about to cut through his clothes, he slammed into it.

The huge force even directly cut off the sharp blades made of special materials by this group of professional killers!

Someone saved him.

And the direction in which the throwing knife flew out......

Carlos looked up, the dead corner he had hurried over.

A petite figure walked out.

There was some blood on her right hand, but she looked calm, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Carlos was stunned.

He stared at the little female's cold eyes, and was a little dazed for a moment.

The knife just now, was it thrown by the little female? To save yourself?

How could she?

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Ah Zhao's face change.

Just look at her reaching out and wiping it from her waist, and there is one more thing in her hand.

"Bang bang" two gunshots rang out, and the two men in black behind Carlos fell to the ground instantly.

She had a gun in her hand.

Judging by the style, it was snatched from the hands of a man in black.

- The black-clothed killer who went to the dead end at all, what the result was, it is self-evident.

"Carlos!" Ah Zhao shouted at him.

"Is it time to be in a daze?"

Carlos looked stunned, and finally put away those shocked and dazed thoughts, and began to concentrate on dealing with the person in front of him.

He has no worries, and naturally he is no longer timid.

The strength of those black-clothed men was not at the same level as him, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated, not to mention that Ah Zhao, who was originally a short board, was now incarnated as a god to assist.

After losing most of the money, the man in black seemed to have no choice but to find that his task today was impossible to complete.

If you fight and retreat, you want to leave.

Carlos snorted coldly: "Since you're here, don't go." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, countless soldiers wearing imperial uniforms suddenly appeared around him, surrounding them.

When Ah Zhao saw these people, he only sighed in his heart: Sure enough, in the TV series, these officials always appear after the matter is resolved, not made up by the author himself.

She was scolding, and Carlos, who was standing in front of her, suddenly turned around and looked at her deeply.

Ah Zhao knew that her ability was quite completely exposed, but she didn't panic, and even showing her strength in front of Carlos today was a bit deliberate.

So she smiled brightly at Carlos.

Carlos walked over with a frown, grabbed Ah Zhao's hand without saying a word, and pulled her forward.

Until he got into the hovercar, he sat next to her and didn't speak.

until he returned to his palace.

Carlos looked at the female sitting in the chair with a calm expression, and finally spoke after a long time: "Ah Zhao, you-"

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Ah Zhao understood what he meant, and he knew what he wanted to hear.

But she wasn't going to follow him.

She tilted her head slightly and asked nonchalantly, "What do you say?" ”

Carlos's heart froze.

He was silent for a moment and said, "Your performance today has subverted my cognition. ”

Ah Zhao chuckled softly.

She stood up, stood in front of Carlos, and looked at him: "Your Royal Highness, you recall carefully, did I say that I am weak and need protection?" ”

Carlos: "......"

No. He said in his heart.