Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

Leng Yiyao’s robe was torn to pieces, and she could only block the secret key position. She leaned against the wall, turned sideways, and narrowly avoided the dirty hands of the two men, but was caught behind by a water pipe. Resist.

There is no way back, no way to avoid.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, her face hanging down, and the shadows enveloping her look, making people invisible and unclear.

The two men only felt that it was really a pie falling from the sky, such a beauty and such a skin, it was a bit disappointing for the blood on their bodies.

But that's okay…….

The two looked at each other.

Anyway, after playing, she was out of air more than in air, and at that time, she would save them from doing it herself. After all, if **** is caught, it will not look good.

Leng Yiyao blinked. The malice of these two people is self-evident. In the final analysis, in this country, the habit of male superiority and inferiority has been inherited to this day. Aristocratic women wear veils when they go out, and only low-level women or slaves will show up. Therefore, the bear bile of these two people has become stronger!

If it is blue sky and white day, she can still use the crowd to attract chaos to escape, but now it is dead at night, not wanting to be implicated by the corpses in the palace, it is better to be quiet.

The time, the place and the people are harmonious, and they all stand on the other side.

Leng Yiyao's eyes deepened slightly, this rebirth really tested her bottom line, right?

Seeing her with her head hanging down and the cold air on her shoulders, the two of them burst into goose bumps. They immediately laughed extremely vaguely, and the greed on their faces became more and more unconcealed: "Come on, our brothers will help you warm up. "

As he spoke, he put his arms around her, and the two of them circled her round and round without any gaps!

Leng Yiyao fixedly looked at the two dark and thick dirty hands on her shoulders. For a moment, her fingers moved slightly, and she slashed the scimitar that she had snatched from Lu Ming's guard from her waist. , The streamer flashed, blood dripping, blood overflowing!

"Ah!" Two screams burst out almost at the same time, the next moment, they overlapped!

Yunxi turned around, smashed one of the teeth with a knife handle, and his eyes were fierce: "Shut up!"

In the next moment, exhausting all his strength, one twisted around and sent the blade in his hand into another person's belly.

The touch of shredded mucous membranes is clearly transmitted from the palm of the hand to the brain.

She paused slightly, watching the brawny man go from anger and madness to inconceivableness to panic and fear of slowly falling to the ground...

Look, this is bullying!

Thinking that if two men meet her, she must be obedient?

Leng Yiyao gritted her teeth, swallowed the **** air that had rushed to her mouth, turned around slowly, and sneered at the other person who was so scared that she didn't even have time to pay attention to her teeth.

The wound on his waist was too heavy, and I just tried my best, fearing that the wound would be torn even more forcefully.

It's just that even if it's the end of the battle, this person can't let this person see a trace, otherwise, tonight, it really won't survive.

It's like a fierce wolf, after locking its prey, it will never let it go easily.

Both of them knew it well. The other side can see each other's faces clearly. They wanted to force her to kill her again, but she cut the person's life directly. Both have each other's handle, even if they step back and stop now, no one knows whether the portrayal portraits of the other side will be officially hung up all over the country for rewards.

After all, it's just three words-I can't believe it!

The man was shocked by his companion's tragic death for a moment. The next moment, he touched his arms, took out a longer knife of larger size, and became cautious during his actions.

The knife-shaped big bend, like a curved bow, is very different from the exquisite Shescher cutlass in Leng Yiyao's hand.

The living environment of the desert peoples is much worse than that of other regions, which has created a sturdy folk style.

Walking off the beaten track at night, most people will carry weapons in their arms. Most nobles are firearms, while ordinary civilians are mostly machetes.

Leng Yiyao paused slightly on the blade of the opponent's scimitar, then took a step back carefully.

Looking at the mark of the knife, it is known that it is a veteran of the knife. The key is that the size of the knife is a little larger than the knife in her hand. If you wave it, the other party will split the bone if you don't care.

She exhaled carefully, calmly breathing, and lowered her weight.

There was a large ball of blood on the man's mouth, but at this moment, he couldn't care too much, spit out the broken teeth with a "pooh", and then waved it against the blade.

From top to bottom, slash vigorously.

Leng Yiyao gritted her teeth to catch it, but a burst of blood burst out of her abdomen, and the wound was torn again.

It was like a leech that suddenly smelled of blood, and the person's eyes glowed with a penetrating light, and the knives made all the effort to chop them down, "clap", "clap", "clap", and the sound of metal collision was endless.

A knife is heavier than a knife, and a knife is harder than a knife.

"Aren't you powerful? Don't you dare to kill? I will chop you off today!" Seeing that Leng Yiyao has only resistance, the man laughed madly!

Look, it's just a female cousin.

Think it's great to kill people?

Not only will he chop her up, he will feed her to the dog later!

With bloodshot eyes, he was waving a knife with excitement. I don't know why, before my eyes flashed, the figure dodged and avoided the knife.

At that moment, he opened his eyes wide, his heart cold subconsciously, and he seemed to hear the sound of death in his ears.

Leng Yiyao slowly laughed lowly. It was for this momentary opportunity to hold back so many knives in front of him to endure the torn wound. He lifted his scimitar higher and higher, and finally at the moment when he raised the blade, he twisted and got into the blind spot behind him.

At that moment, the corners of her eyes lifted slightly, and she split with one hand, causing his neck to completely fall apart from the body.

The moment his head fell to the ground, his blood-red eyes were still staring straight into the distance, as if he couldn't believe it anyway, he just died.

Yes, dead, dead on the hands of a woman who looked weak and weak. If someone dared to say this on weekdays, he would definitely crush the other's eyes immediately. But at this moment, he has no chance again. Because now he is just another corpse in the broken house.

The two corpses lined up on the ground, and the blood shed all over the ground, neither of which was a beautiful way to die.

If it's an ordinary woman, she might want to scream immediately, but she can only resist her frail body and walk to the first man to take off his coat.

This **** temperature difference.

Leng Yiyao frowned. With the tattered clothes on her body, she didn't need to encounter any strong people. Just walk out. With her current blood loss and physical strength, she could freeze to death on the side of the road in a few hours.

However, before she had time to tear off that person's clothing, her movements were suddenly stopped....

A dark HKP7 pistol reached behind her head at some point.

Leng Yiyao's fingertips stiffened.

Unexpectedly, after that game, there was a third person hidden.

It’s just that even though she’s weak now, someone who can walk behind her under her nose and hold a gun against her...

The bottom of her eyes sank slightly, but she didn't say a word.

The man's origin is unclear. Is it with these two people, or is there another reason?

"You are very strong." Unexpectedly, the other party started talking first. And the content of the words...

She raised her eyebrows faintly, unexpectedly it would be praise.

Naturally, it is something to be proud of to be praised by a man in a land where men are inferior to women. But, are you really sure that this is what she said after killing two people?

"These two people are more than guilty." The person seemed to be able to guess what she was thinking, and there was no ups and downs in her expression. Instead, her gaze followed her cheeks all the way down, landed on the **** waist and abdomen, swept over the hidden Shescher scimitar, and finally quietly said: "If this injury is not cured, you will not survive. tonight."

Leng Yiyao nodded, not surprisingly: "I know." Otherwise, she wouldn't bear it again at first, but the moment the dirty hand touched her shoulder, it broke her bottom line.

"Give you two choices." The man's voice seemed to have some interest. I have probably never seen anyone who was pointed at the head with a gun and could answer so calmly.

In his opinion, she was just so short of her breath that she could settle down in peace.

"You said." Since the situation is not strong, she is not long-winded. Before killing those royal attendants, she had a chance to take advantage of the other side's avoidance. Killing the two just now was because the other party didn't know her details and was arrogant. And this person, now that she has clearly seen her skill and abilities, and the weapons are more comfortable than hers, she will naturally not be stupid to play some surprise attacks.

"First, I call the police now. You have been sentenced to death for intentional homicide." He smiled and said the first way.

"What about the second one?" Leng Yiyao took it quietly, and she was sure that his real intention was in the second one, otherwise, he would not waste so much time "chatting" with her.

"The second one," he seemed to smile: "You follow me."

Leng Yiyao circled her fingertips on the handle, and followed him? Where to go

She didn't ask, but suddenly raised her head and smiled at him slightly: "I choose the second one."

Since she was asked to go with him, at least, the wound tonight was cured, which just saved her. Nowadays, people who are unfamiliar with the place of life, have no money and no power, have a "reliance" is just the best choice.

As for this person's motive for letting her go with him...

A cold light flashed under Leng Yiyao's eyes, and they watched...

The man probably didn't expect her to be so refreshing, and he didn't even have the slightest delay in raising his head, as if he was not afraid that he would wipe the gun and get off the hook, he couldn't help but look again.

I knew this person was pretty when I just stood outside the house, but when I took a closer look, I discovered what it means to be stunning.

Not only in appearance, but also a kind of calmness and shrewdness from the bones.

However, he watched her fingertips move away from the machete handle, and his eyes slowly revealed a touch of deep thought.

Although the domestic people have the habit of sabers, the Shescher Scimitar is exceptionally different.

After many years of transformation and evolution, the length of the Shescher Scimitar is only 60 cm. The blade is tempered with a special texture, and the handle is made of ivory.

In China, ivory is a special item for the royal family and can be used by non-ordinary powers. Since most royal family members now choose to be equipped with guns, only some royal guards still maintain the tradition of sabers.

What is the origin of this woman, holding a Shescher machete...

While he was thinking deeply, Leng Yiyao had continued what he was holding, pulling off his robe and draping it on his body, resisting some chill. Immediately, he turned around and covered the wound weakly: "Brother, please find someone to help me heal my injury first."

After speaking, he tilted his head and fell directly on the opponent's shoulder.

Just kidding, since there is free labor, why do you endure hard work?

The man was probably deeply affected by her previous "hard spirit" image, and now staring blankly at the woman lying on his shoulder...

For an instant, I doubted whether such a wilting, cunning woman in front of her was stealing a new post, giving him a trick!