The Autobiography of Cinnamon

Chapter 144 The Foreign Prisoner 24
Wu Sheng stood in front of Chu Mo, and the murderous aura he experienced from the hail of bullets spread silently.

Chu Mo raised his eyebrows, what's the matter, the relationship between mortals in this mundane world, either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind.

Guan Diexian's weak voice came: "Xianjun, I forgot to mention to you, although this marriage line is not known to be the reincarnation of that Xianjun, but this fairy method is also useless to him.

Chu Mo frowned, why?Why can't she use it to deal with this kid when she doesn't have the magic?

Oh no, this fairy?
Wu Sheng looked at the woman in front of him quietly. At some time, the hostility in his heart gradually calmed down. This kind of calmness was unprecedented in the past. Even in such a dangerous situation, he was extremely calm, as if A leaf slides down the calm lake.

The man took a step back at some point, and the moment of trance made Chu Mo forget what they were going to do just now?
"Let's go, I know someone who can get a passport—" Wu Sheng picked up his clothes, as if he didn't dare to look at the girl behind him again, and he didn't even know what was wrong with his disturbed thoughts.

Chu Mo raised his eyebrows, was he afraid of her?
That's right, she saved him from Angwei's gunfire, even if the man didn't see it with his own eyes, he could sense it, and guessed it vaguely.

Look, this is her east wind overpowering west wind.

Official Butterfly Immortal: ...

Xianjun, the relationship in this world, apart from this kind of power suppression, there are still some other things.

What more?
Chu Mo was not angry, and did not agree with Guan Diexian's idea.

What's more, this kid thinks that he has read a few unpopular children's books in the fairy world, and thinks that he has insight into the emotional marriage in this world. Tsk, who is her fairy, but she is a Linxian who has practiced for thousands of years.

Chu Mo followed.

The place Wu Sheng mentioned was not far away. This person had dealt with Wu Sheng before, and he was cautious in his actions. Wu Sheng was able to take Chumo there at this moment, which showed that he still had a lot of trust in this person.

In small towns in Myanmar, apart from a few scattered shopping malls and hotels, there are no other things, as well as hospitals and pharmacies.

Wu Sheng was born in a very unremarkable pharmacy, and it was already in a corner of a small town, very unremarkable.

I saw Wu Sheng entered the pharmacy, walked straight towards the back door, lifted the curtain of the back door, and a darkness immediately hid everything in front of him.

"Hey, hey, this is a private place, you can't go in—" the clerk behind him hurriedly chased after him speaking Burmese.

"It's okay, it's my guest—"

An old voice came from behind the curtain, and Chu Mo slowly saw the surrounding scenery clearly in the darkness, rows of shelves, piled up with dark things, and occasionally touched by hands, they were all dust.

I walked about 30 meters, but it was much more difficult than the usual 30 meters.

Wu Sheng has stopped in front, a weak light, under the light is messy, a desk that has already seen its color, the desk is full of messy things, everything is there, suddenly it looks like a piece of garbage General field.

And in the middle of this garbage dump sat an old man with thick eyes, about five or sixty years old.

"General, why are you here?" The old man stood up tremblingly and wanted to come out, but Wu Sheng raised his hand to stop him.

The old man hurriedly rested the electric iron in his hand, and patted the dust.

"Old Matou, I want - two passports -" the man paused and said.

The old man froze for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, wait a minute—" He said and flipped out a bunch of keys from the drawer.

After a while of fuss, he opened several safes, took out two passports, compared them carefully, and led Chumo and the others into a room behind - taking pictures.

"Is it a bit long?" Chu Mo frowned, always having a bad intuition.

"Old Matou can be trusted—" Wu Sheng said in a low voice.

Before he finished speaking, Wu Sheng suddenly turned his head, took a fixed look at the darkness behind him, and spoke suddenly.

"Old Matou, why is Mrs. Guo not here?"

"Kangdang——" Wu Sheng was answered by the sound of tools falling to the ground and the panicked look of the old horse's head, with shame and self-blame in his eyes.

"General, they, they took Lingli away, I, I can't help it—" The old horse stood up determinedly with trembling hands. "Go, how can I hurt you—"

The two of Chu Mo suddenly understood what was going on.

Chu Mo also understood that her uneasy instinct came from the smell of gunpowder in the air. Although she is a mortal now, her senses are much more sensitive than mortals.

"Come on—"

"Bang—" A bullet should pass by.

"Boom——" the old horse's head swayed, facing a red blood hole in his forehead, followed by a bang, the old man fell down on the desk in an instant, and the desk was covered with things in an instant.

Chu Mo just gave a hasty look, and Wu Sheng pulled him up the next moment and rolled to the back of the shelf.

Immediately following the dense gunshots, a row of shelves was swept across.

"Boom—"

"Clatter——" Chu Mo and the two had already rolled to the corner of the wall.

"There's a small door at the back, go there—" Wu Sheng said, in the darkness, only gunshots and flashing fires could be seen.

"Wu Sheng, I know you're inside, come out for Grandpa—" An arrogant shout came from outside the house.

Chu Mo recognized this voice, she had heard this voice before when she was brought into the villa.

With a look of excitement on his face, Suobo personally led the people to rush in, and waved his people to hurry up.

Thinking about being able to kill Wu Sheng with one shot, he was excited.

One must know that even though he is his father's own son, he has been suppressed by Mr. Wu for so many years. Soe Win only has this adopted son in his eyes.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Wu Sheng was the one who praised him.

"Master, don't worry, we will bring Wu Sheng out—"

The subordinates were afraid that something might happen, besides, they knew Wu Sheng's ability.

"Okay, drag it out for me, I'll take care of him myself—" Sobo roared loudly.

Wu Sheng had already slowly led Chu Mo towards the back door. This back door was just a small door left on the wall of the back yard that was only taller than himself. Although it was not high, it was spacious enough. Pushing it out, just as Chu Mo saw the light, suddenly several guns were aimed at his forehead.

Chu Mo was taken aback, and was about to speak when Wu Sheng came out, and immediately a dozen guns were pointed at the man's head.

"Wu Sheng, let's see where you're going this time—" The person who spoke was the number one and second most effective general under Suobo, with a look of excitement at the moment, wishing to shoot Wu Sheng dead.

But as the No. [-] and No. [-] go-getters, how could he not know what his young master likes, this Suo Bo would like to skin Wu Sheng himself, so he must give him what he likes.

The credit for killing Wu Sheng must also be given to Sobo.

Chu Mo lowered his head and only asked one sentence:
Little radish, how much immortal energy do you have left?
(End of this chapter)