My wife is a sword fairy

Nalan Mancao saw Zhao Qingzheng doing a very strange movement, that is, taking out the bullet and kissing gently.

"It is my partner, an important partner, and my life is in its hands. I am telling it now, don't jam, don't blow up, don't miss the target. And you, don't use that look Look at me!" Zhao Qingzheng said, reloading the bullet, and then put the cigarette in his mouth.

"Sorry, I'm just curious." Nalan smiled sweetly, she knew his thoughts very well.

Zhao Qingzheng asked: "Can you dance?"

Nalan Mancao was puzzled, but nodded.

Zhao Qingzheng smiled and said, "Take off your shoes."

Nalan Mancao was still baffled, but did as he said.

Zhao Qingzheng continued: "Step on my feet, put your arms around my waist, don't let go, it's like dancing."

So Nalan Mancao wrapped his arms around his waist, and stepped on the insteps of his leather shoes with bare feet.

Zhao Qingzheng smiled suddenly, put his arm around Nalan Mancao's waist, raised the golden desert eagle in his hand with the other, jumped onto the handrail of the stairs, lay back his body, and slid down towards the first floor. And Nalan Mancao couldn't help but lay down on his chest, and was almost burned by the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

Three gunshots were fired in succession, the sound of three people falling to the ground, and then gunshots rang out from all directions, Nalan Mancao was so frightened that she hastily closed her beautiful eyes, she was afraid that her life would end here, she would rather die by herself What she saw before was darkness, so that she would not miss this world.

She felt that she was spinning, as if she was dancing. Those feet drove her, and the hands around her waist were even rubbing gently. The fingertips moved down slowly until they touched her buttocks. .She didn't know whether Zhao Qing did it on purpose or on purpose, if it was on purpose, then this person is too terrifying, even in the hail of bullets, he still didn't forget to take advantage of himself.

Is he already aware of death?Or is he too relaxed?Nalan Vinegrass didn't even know about it.

But the enemy only thought that this young man in white gloves was too scary. He even had a cigarette in his mouth. Aren't they afraid that the smoke would get into his eyes?He walked gracefully like dancing steps, and the gun in his hand seemed to be equipped with automatic aiming. Every time a flame came out from the muzzle of the gun, someone would fall to the ground.

They didn't even have time to catch his figure, so they had to raise their guns and fight.

That golden desert eagle turned into a horn to urge death, once sounded, one person died!Even one time, a single shot hit a candied haws, piercing their foreheads.

So far, he has fired a total of eight shots, and eight people around him have already died, and the rest of them are too frightened to show their faces.

Zhao Qingzheng shot another person in the head with a single shot, the clip slipped off with a "click", and the pistol twirled in his hand, like magic, no one saw how he put the clip tied around his waist into the pistol .

"He's out of bullets, beat him up!"

The enemies roared, and three of them immediately jumped out from behind the cover.

Zhao Qingzheng sneered, holding Nalan Mancao and spinning twice, with his arm pressed on her shoulder, three shots in succession, almost without interruption, as if he didn't take aim and just shot casually, but These seemingly random three shots blasted the three jumping enemies in the air, and each shot hit the heart!

Thinking back when Zhao Qingzheng was picking up the mafia people who stayed in Yangcheng, he would just sweep them indiscriminately, and whether he hit or not was all due to luck, but now his marksmanship has become superb, and anyone who sees it will die.

Holding a beautiful woman in his arms, stepping on elegant dance steps to avoid bullets one after another, the gun in his hand is turned, raised, and lowered from time to time, and every time he spits gun flames, an enemy will be sent to meet Lord Hades.

Zhao Qing was spitting out the cigarette butt that was burning on the butt of the cigarette in his mouth, and the butt he spit out hit the eye of a gunman rushing out from the corner!

The man yelled, and the gun he raised in his hand started shooting indiscriminately based on the impression he had just seen Zhao Qingzheng. Walk close to the ground, dodge the random bullets, and hit this man in the forehead with one shot!

He groaned softly, turned over and hid behind the sofa, when he heard a gunshot, the sofa was riddled with holes.

At this moment, Zhao Qingzheng had successfully left the hotel door, and the person guarding the hotel door was shot twice.

Zhao Qingzheng picked up Nalan Mancao by the waist and ran wildly all the way.

"Why don't you drive away?" Nalan Mancao looked at the Mercedes that was parked by the side of the road just now.

"Hmph, do you think they didn't tamper with that car? If I'm not wrong, there should be a bomb installed in the car." Zhao Qing was walking around the Mercedes, crossing the road, and was startled before a big truck hit him. He passed through without any risk, then jumped over the railing and ran into the forest.

There were yelling and gunshots from behind, and there were quite a few people chasing them.

Nalan Mancao didn't seem to be afraid at all, put her arms around his neck and said with a smile, "You look like Brother Ma just now."

Zhao Qingzheng smiled and said, "I don't mind if an entertainment company in Hong Kong comes to ask me to make a movie. Of course, it would be best to make "Meat Futuan" or something."

"Pooh!"

Nalan Mancao couldn't help but spit when she heard that the dog couldn't spit out ivory. Of course she knew what a "meat futon" was.

"There are still three bullets, but there are more than 30 people chasing after them." Zhao Qingzheng was tossing and turning all the way holding the Nalan vine, and had already entered the depths of this mountain forest. There are few, but there is a mountain forest beside this road.

"Let them line up, and one shot can kill three or four." Nalan Mancao smiled.

"Give me a Barrett. It's not a problem to stand in line and blow up a dozen people with one shot." Zhao Qingzheng still had the intention to joke with her, which proved that he was not at the end of his rope and was still very relaxed.

"I have to find a place to hide first." Zhao Qingzheng's eyes flickered, especially bright in the dark night.

Zhao Qingzheng leaped with Nalan Grass in his arms, and jumped onto the trunk of a big tree. He put her down, helped her to stand firmly on the trunk, and said, "Hold me from behind, I will carry you on my back." You climb up and hide in a tree for a while."

Nalan Mancao nodded, hugged him from behind, Zhao Qingzheng pulled her leg and wrapped it around his waist, making Nalan Mancao blush and heartbeat.

Zhao Qingzheng stuck the gun in his hand into his trouser belt, supported her thigh with one hand, jumped up, and grabbed the tree trunk on the upper level with the other hand, and repeated this, as light as an ape, The Nalan vine was brought to the trunk on the top of the tree.

At this moment, fragmentary footsteps came from behind.

"They are here." Nalan Mancao said softly.

Zhao Qingzheng hastily covered her mouth, not letting her speak, and he didn't have time to feel the softness and tenderness of her lips.

Nalan Mancao gave him a hard look.

Zhao Qingzheng let go of his hands, put his arms around Nalan Mancao's waist, and sat with her on the tree trunk, signaling with his eyes not to speak.

Nalan Mancao didn't dare to talk anymore when she looked at him.

After the people had left, Zhao Qingzheng breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's really an unwise choice for you to come to Yangcheng."

Nalan Mancao smiled and said, "With you here, what am I afraid of?"

Zhao Qingzheng was speechless.

Nalan Mancao said: "If I don't come, who else can come? Do you want my grandfather to come in person?"

People in Jianghu can't help themselves, even the children of Jianghu people still can't help themselves.