He was still wounded......

Piercing the ......

She wasn't sure if the bullet had pierced his heart, but the blood-red memory made her breathe painfully just thinking about it.

Lu Beixiao...... Lu Beixiao...... Lu Beixiao......

She was terrified, silently thinking in her heart, after the rain of bullets, there was calm everywhere, and even his figure could not be seen.

She can't wait here.

Can't wait.

In case he ......

She didn't dare to think about it!

Listening to the battle just now, there were six gunshots, all of which had been specially handled, and she couldn't hear clearly, but she could still clearly distinguish that there were six people, one of whom was her Lord Lu.

She remembered Lu Beixiao's gunshots in her heart.

After five gunshots, there was silence.

Perhaps the other five have already been shot.

But it's also not certain.

Thinking of this, she took out the smoke bomb and paved the way for herself.

If she came out rashly, her assassin would definitely shoot her, which would only increase the burden on Lu Beixiao.

She sped out of the smoke towards where he had disappeared.

Finally, after a stone, I saw Lu Beixiao who was tearing off his black shirt and bandaging his wounds, the pale color on his face became clearer and clearer, his lips lost their color, and blood stained his sexy chest with perfect abdominal muscles.

Tang Weiwan's breath stagnated, and he only felt very shocked.

When he saw her, Lu Beixiao's cold eyes were filled with anger: "Who asked you to come over?" ”

Don saw his anger and heard his voice.

It was the first time he had been angry with her, and the first time he had heard him yell, her eyes moistened again, and she ran quickly, careful of his wounds, hugged his neck tightly, kissed him on the cheek, and murmured, "It's so good." ”

The thin anger in Lu Beixiao's eyes, as well as the pure killing that was so dark that it gradually dissipated in her hug full of fear and trembling.

Feeling the softness of her lips, the warmth of her tears, and the fragrance of her petite body, her Adam's apple moved up and down, and her breathing was a little disturbed.

The blood-stained hand clasped her back, regardless of the pain of the wound, he pressed her directly into his arms, and pressed her tightly with him, his voice was not as noble as the wind before, almost rough: "When Lao Tzu gets out of here, I will definitely kill you, a little vixen." ”

Tang Weiwan's heart was full of emotion.

It's good that he's still alive.

Thank you that he's alive.

I didn't hear what he said, just nodded randomly, and his voice was as soft as a little sheep: "Listen to you, listen to your ......"

Lu Beixiao's body stiffened lightly suddenly, then pushed her away, pinched her white chin, and with a little force, blood stained her skin, red and white combined, stimulating his sight, kissing her lips.

The smell of blood is fishy-sweet, intertwined with each other's snorts.

The wet kiss of the rebirth was rougher than ever, as if it was about to rob her of all her fragrances.

She hooked his neck, and for the first time, stuck out her soft tongue in response to him.

The man didn't have any politeness, rolled up her delicate little tongue and kissed her directly, with the smell of aggression, his long arms clasped her waist domineeringly, pressed her against the stone, and kissed her deeply with punishment.

Tang Weiwan was overwhelmed by his kiss, but he enjoyed it very much.

The blood faded in her taste buds, which stimulated her fear even more, she didn't understand what the emotions in her heart were, as if she could only feel at ease by kissing him back.