What appeared in Ximenjing's eyes was a tomboy-like girl, with short ear-length hair and a training uniform. The white and red face was full of youth, and the lines of the pink carving were so delicate that people could not describe it in words.

The girl's pistol was pointed at the 'bad guy' in front of her, she didn't dare to shoot, she just wanted to scare the other party and make him let go of her grandfather.

But Ximen Jing didn't know what the other party was thinking, and thought that he had met a madman who was careless about people's lives. Imagine who would casually point a gun at someone else, and the two of them did not have a deep hatred. In case this guy really doesn't care about pulling the trigger, he hasn't practiced the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, let alone body armor, one bullet is enough to kill.

No one wanted to joke with their lives, so Ximen Jing hurriedly said: "Don't get me wrong, I'll treat him." ”

The old man has a heart condition, and everyone in the family knows about it, and the girl is naturally no exception. But the person in front of him obviously doesn't look like a doctor, and what's even more weird is that he still has a knife handle in his arms, and he is just holding his grandfather's wrist, and it doesn't seem like he is calling for a pulse.

The girl snorted coldly: "If you don't let go, you will bear the consequences!"

was pointed at the head, distracted, and almost broke through the old man's veins, at this critical juncture, there must be no mistakes. Ximen Jing is so angry in his heart, Lao Tzu treated your grandfather, you still use knives and guns, and the head of this big official is not a target.

Since the other party didn't listen to the explanation, Ximen Jing decided to disarm the chick first, and she was so excited that she went crazy. So he paused the blood vessel dredging, quietly pinched the snow with his left hand, attached an aura, and flicked his index finger lightly. The snowball was pulled by the aura, like a white lightning bolt, and with a snap, it hit the girl's wrist.

Spiritual power is the power of heaven and earth, compared to the internal force of the warrior, the true qi of Taoism, which is much stronger and domineering. The girl was taken by surprise, and with an oops, the gun in her hand flew out a few meters away and landed on the snow.

Looking at the girl again, holding her wrist, the tears of pain came down. She stared at her beautifully, and she didn't turn around to pick up the gun, she rushed forward a few steps, and raised her leg to make a slash, and her slender and slender legs went straight to Ximen Jing's head with a strong wind.

The connoisseur stretched out his hand to know if there was one, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the chick was a practitioner, and if she was kicked this time, she would go into shock if she didn't have a concussion. Ximen Jing couldn't move at this time, couldn't dodge or dodge, so he had to pinch a snowball again, and bounced it at the opponent's ankle.

The girl's legs are sharp, and her body is extremely flexible, she has long been on guard against the enemy's hidden weapon, and suddenly saw the white light in front of her, and immediately changed her moves, and when she couldn't make a move, the beautiful leg was like a noodle, bent at an almost impossible angle, and her toes were kicking the snowball.

With a snap, the snowballs turned into flying snow and scattered, and the girl was also shaken back half a step. The first time she was hit in the wrist, it was because she neglected to prevent being harmed by a light enemy, and the girl despised the sneak attacker very much. The second time was a real hard move, the girl was amazed that a small snowball had such a great strength, this person's wrist strength was really not simple, and she couldn't help but glance at Ximen Jinggao.

The girl is very tall, and Ximen Jing is sitting on the ground again, and it is very difficult to punch him, so the leg attack is the first choice. The girl didn't pause, she suddenly stepped forward, twisted her waist, kicked her sideways and drew a wonderful arc, and ran to the west gate Jingmian Gate.

Ximen Jing's heart was on fire, and he had nothing to do, so he had to draw a scoop according to the gourd, and raised his hand to be a snowball. Originally, this snowball went straight to the girl's cheek, and when she made her move, Ximen Jingzheng saw her delicate and pretty face that could be broken by blowing a bullet, and said in her heart that if she was hit by a snowball, it must be a big piece of black green. At this time, it was too late to change the direction, so I had to sink my wrist slightly down.

The snowball that was angry almost used Ximen Jing's seventy percent strength, as if it was a steel ball shot by a slingshot, and flew out with a whoosh. The girl suddenly screamed, put her hands on her chest, and fell to the ground.

Ximen Jing's face turned purple, and he secretly scolded that it was not good for the snowball to hit, and it was good to die if it hit there. This time, it won't blow up? It must be an endless ending.

The girl jumped up from a fish leap on the ground, her pretty face was already full of tears, her eyes were full of anger, she reached out and took out a small silver pistol from her waist, rubbed her hands and opened the safe, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at Ximen Jing with 120,000 anger.

"Wan'er, stop!" In the distance, the old man and Wu Cong walked briskly together.

The girl said angrily: "Grandpa, don't care, I killed him, I will pay for my life!"

The old man stiffened his face, raised his hand and grabbed the pistol in the girl's hand, and said, "Be careful of hurting your grandfather, it's all a misunderstanding, and people are helping your grandfather heal." ”

The girl glared at Ximen Jing with angry eyes, stomped on it fiercely, bent down to pick up another pistol from the ground, and put it away. When she bent over, she may have touched the wound, and the girl's beautiful eyes like a crescent moon shed another line of tears, and she hid to the side and sobbed with her back against the railing.

Without interference, Ximen Jing concentrated on treating the old man, and in less than a moment, he dredged the blocked blood vessels, and used aura to warm up the aging blood vessels in the blocked place. Only then did he withdraw his aura and take a breath, this half day was treatment and fighting, he was sweating and his underwear was soaked.

Now the old man has not woken up, his life is saved, as for why he didn't wake up, Ximen Jing guessed that there might be other lesions on his body.

Ximen Jing sat on the ground and exhaled some aura, and then stood up.

"How is he?" asked the old man, who had been watching.

Ximen Jing only looked at the other party seriously at this time. This old man is thin and capable, not tall, at most he has just reached Ximenjing's shoulders, but he is very vigorous, which makes Ximenjing feel like he is looking up. Because of the thinness, his face was full of wrinkles, like an old orange peel, and his spirit was very strong, and his eyes were bright, as if he could see through people's minds. Standing there without being angry and arrogant, his body exuded a domineering spirit, and he looked at Ximen Jing with a kind expression.

After a deep sigh, Ximen Jing said: "At present, there is no worry about life, it is best to send it to the hospital immediately." ”

The old man frowned, nodded at Ximenjing, turned his face to the girl and shouted, "Wan'er, go and call your parents." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a man and a woman came out of the woods. The man wore a navy blue tweed coat, and the woman wore a beige coat with a white scarf. Both of them had a military coat hanging from their arms, which seemed to have been taken for someone else, and as soon as they came out of the woods, they saw the old man on the ground.

The woman exclaimed Dad, regardless of the slippery road under her feet, she ran quickly, and almost tripped over the roots of the tree several times, which showed that she cared about the old man very much. The man also picked up his pace and followed closely.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" the woman ran to the front in a few steps, knelt on the ground, stroked the old man's cheek, and called out in a lost voice.

ps: I came home late yesterday and only wrote one chapter, and I took the time to make up for it in the past two days.