My husband is a wife

Chapter 1039 Don't you owe me a fight?

Yesterday I was worried that it would be a long journey to the East District, and I would either die from exhaustion or starve to death.

Today, Xiahou Huan'er is not worried at all. When she is hungry, someone will bring her food, and when she is tired, someone will bring her a sleeping bag. It is estimated that the master is still hiding somewhere all the time, taking the initiative to remove dangerous obstacles for her. What else is she afraid of? What?

So, when a jeep stopped in front of her, it was taken for granted that it was arranged by Dongfang Xing.

It wasn't until the car drove for a while that she realized that something was wrong. There were two men in the car, one was driving, and the other was sitting next to her, with a strange smile on his face, and his eyes looked a little wretched.

The people sent by Dongfang Xing absolutely did not dare to show any abnormal consciousness to her.

Just thinking about it, the man's palm had already touched her shoulder, and the disgusting smell wafted over, making her want to vomit.

"Little beauty." The man's wretched face came closer.

Xiahou Huan'er scolded him, and hit him in the face with a punch. The man was unprepared, and was knocked backward by her punch, hit the glass window, and almost knocked open the car door.

"Smelly Sanba, you dare to hit me." The man yelled loudly and rushed towards her.

"I'll hit you if I hit you. Could it be possible to choose an auspicious day for hitting you?" In this world, there are quite a lot of hooligans in broad daylight.

Xiahou Huan'er bent her feet and kicked him. The carriage was narrow and the man was inevitable. She quickly drew out the dagger and laid it across his neck.

The man's body froze, his face was ferocious, and he cursed angrily, but he didn't dare to move for fear of death.

The driver heard an unusual sound in the rear compartment, and just about to turn his head, he saw in the mirror that it was a pistol.

"Don't move, keep driving, don't play tricks, or you will be shot dead." Xiahou Huan'er pressed the muzzle of the gun hard.

The driver said nothing and continued driving.

Xiahou Huan'er kicked the man and ordered: "Push the car door."

The man cautiously looked at the dagger lying across his neck, and asked fearfully, "What do you want to do?"

"Tell you to drive, and you will drive. How can there be so much nonsense, don't you want to beat me?" Xiahou Huan'er impatiently kicked him again.

The man let out a cry of pain, and quickly stretched out his hand to open the car door.

"Good boy." Xiahou Huan'er suddenly showed him a bright innocent smile, and when he was so dazed, he suddenly kicked both legs, the man screamed, and fell out of the car, she immediately closed the door .

The man who rolled out of the car rolled several times on the ground before he stabilized. He was in severe pain. Just as he was about to get up, a pair of silver-gray boots suddenly appeared in front of him. It was too late to beg for mercy, and with a whoosh, a silencer bullet passed through his eyebrows, and the enemy's appearance had not been clearly seen, and he was already dead.

The person who killed him kicked him as if he still hadn't let go of his hatred.

Xiahou Huan'er climbed from the rear compartment to the front of the passenger seat, pointed the gun at the driver, and warned with a smile: "I don't want to kill people, so don't force me to kill people. If you are sensible, just listen to me."

"Don't kill me, I will do whatever you ask me to do?" The driver nodded fearfully.

"Very well, stop the car and open the door."

Xiahou Huan'er gave an order, and the driver made an action.

"Get off."

The driver stopped and got up immediately to get out of the car. Xiahou Huan'er kicked him out of the car, then sat in the driver's seat, closed the door, stepped on the accelerator, and started the car. The jeep immediately flew out like a rocket.

There is a car instead of walking, so you don't have to wrong your legs.

(End of this chapter)