Chapter 213 Those who dare to touch me
Liu Xihao was stunned.
Is that a mistake? !
Was this arrow thrown by hand? ? ?
In just a moment, the woman appeared in front of Liu Xihao like a ghost and picked up the gun.
She was extremely beautiful. Liu Xihao, who had seen countless beauties, could not find a woman who could compare with her.
Her hair is as loose as seaweed, and her face is extremely delicate, especially her eyes, which look like the Milky Way has been crushed and sprinkled inside.
But her face was pale, her cheeks were a little flushed, and her handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was enduring pain.
The pain in Cheng Ling's head was really severe, almost as if it had been split open by an axe.
Whenever she sleeps or even in a coma, she leaves a nerve for herself.
She could hear what was happening outside.
She woke herself up from a coma.
There was a deep sadness filling her heart that she couldn't savor now. She only allowed herself to experience anger.
Liu Xihao stared at her face without blinking, almost forgetting the pain in his wrist.
So beautiful.
Cheng Ling ignored Liu Xihao and checked Aaron's injuries from head to toe.
His injuries were serious, but fortunately not fatal.
She gently lifted Aaron, who was bleeding profusely on the ground, with both hands, carefully avoiding his wounds.
It's not easy.
Because he doesn't have a few intact parts of his body. Cheng Ling's face darkened.
Aaron was being lifted up by the eldest lady. He was frightened. He tried hard to endure the pain, his teeth and joints were chattering and he said: "Big, big, eldest lady..."
"You're bigger! Shut up!"
Veins popped up on Cheng Ling's forehead.
Aaron shut up obediently.
She returned to the side hall in a few steps and gently laid Aaron on the bed.
"Grandpa, please take care of Aaron."
He took out Liu Xihao's gun from his pocket and put it next to his pillow, just in case.
Without saying much, Mr. Cheng immediately pulled out the spare medical kit under the bed.
Everyone in the courtyard, even those who were injured, were lying on the ground and forgot to cry out in pain.
They are instinctively afraid.
"Are you eating shit!" Liu Xihao shouted: "What are you afraid of! Go and fuck them!"
Although the boss is injured, they still have a chance to win!
The other party is just a thin and slender beautiful girl, what is there to be afraid of?
Yeah, what were they afraid of just now?
Why didn't they even dare to take a breath after the woman came out?
They didn't notice that all the bugs in the temple who were originally called Huan fell silent.
The gangsters looked at the boss who was covering his wrist——
Now is a good chance to show off in front of the boss!
So, the uninjured men, who were injured and could still move, rushed towards the side hall with weapons in hand.
"Seeking death!" Cheng Ling scolded lightly.
She caught a glimpse of the heavy solid wood stool in the room. She picked up the stool and with a little force, the stool roared like a torpedo shell and hit the gangsters who were about to rush in.
The momentum was so great that the stool became heavy, and everyone immediately fell on their backs.
A few of them hid quickly and were lucky enough not to be hit by the stool.
Before they could recover, Cheng Ling had already arrived at the door.
She jumped lightly, grabbed the door frame with both hands, and slashed her right leg across the air.
Several people only felt severe pain in their left ears, their eyes went dark, and they threw themselves into the street one after another.
Cheng Ling glanced at the ground and saw a tungsten steel swinging stick, with his toes on one end of the swinging stick.
The swinging stick tilted up, and she hooked her instep upwards. The swinging stick flew up, and she caught it with one hand.
It feels good in hand.
Then, she was like a sharp sword cutting into a block of tofu, and the block of tofu fell apart in an instant.
But not a piece of tofu residue can touch the sharp sword.
The remaining gangsters who were still standing fell one after another.
A swing stick, in the hands of ordinary people, has a lethality of 2.
So in Cheng Ling's hands, the lethality can fluctuate as desired between 2 and 2000.
She was extremely precise, causing everyone to lose their fighting power and suffer constant pain.
What's even worse is that her head hurts, she can't hear the screams, and everyone's jaw has been dislocated by a precise swing of the stick.
A group of people fell to the ground, salivating on their tongues, "Ah, ah, ah."
The people standing outside the temple didn't see Cheng Ling's shadow clearly, but he was picked up in a few moments and thrown into the yard by his neck.
No fish slipped through the net.
Cheng Ling ducked back to Liu Xihao who had witnessed everything.
Liu Xihao was so frightened that he crawled back.
She said word by word: "How the hell do you dare to touch my people!?"
The next moment, she grabbed the tail end of Liu Xihao's wrist crossbow and rotated it 180 degrees.
The flesh, fascia and bones made a dull sound under the stirring of the arrow handle.
"Ah, ah... spare, spare, spare my life..."
Liu Xihao’s screams were endless.
"Who asked you to come?"
Liu Xihao gasped in pain and was trembling, unable to answer her questions at all.
Cheng Ling inserted the stick and crossbow arrow into his wound, then struck out, "Say!"
"Liu, Liu Zhiting...she is at the spare parts warehouse at the foot of North Peak Mountain..."