Yan Qing turned a deaf ear to Zhan Wuyou's cries of pain, and did not say anything with the hand that was pressing down on him, and stretched out the other hand towards the mask on his face.
Zhan Wuyou was shocked when he realized the action of 'meeting honestly'.
No longer worried about whether he would hurt himself, there was a very light 'click' from the shoulder joints, and the hand caught by Yan Qing completely went limp.
Yan Qing had used all her strength to grab his arm, but now that hand suddenly slumped, the strength in her hand subconsciously relaxed a bit.
This was an extremely short gap, and Zhan Wuyou caught it.
He kicked back with one foot, and while Yan Qing dodged, his body slid down flatly, like a nimble fish, just slid and sat on the ground and rolled sideways.
The bottom of Yan Qing's table is transparent.
He obviously planned to use this table hole to escape.
At this time, the two of them stood and sat one at a time, with the distance between them not more than half a person's height. However, Zhan Wuyou was already rolling forward roguely, if Yan Qing bent down and reached out to catch him at this moment, she would probably only catch him in vain, and watched him roll out of the table.
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Zhan Wuyou's 'losing the car to protect the handsome' is already a hidden skill, and no one can force him to this point after being resurrected.
He was angry and discouraged, and he focused all his energy on the movements of the people behind him.
With the sound of the wind behind him, the muscles all over his body tensed up.
Is Yan Qing bending over to catch herself
No, it must be too late for him to bend down, he can attack so quickly... Most likely, he just kicked up!
As soon as Zhan Wuyou thought about it, he was kicked in the back by a strong force.
At that moment, there was a numb and dull pain in the kicked flesh.
Suffering from the pain, he simply used this force to roll out of the table, and stood up three meters away from Yan Qing.
The two looked at each other from a distance across the desk.
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Yan Qing recognized Zhan Wuyou from his hand just now.
A deep and sexy voice floated from her thin lips, "The French thief."
Zhan Wuyou felt that his entire back was not his own. I don't know where Yan Qing got such a strange power.
He stared at Yan Qing deeply, and said in a low voice, "You hurt me from kicking."
Listen carefully, there is still a bit of grievance in the voice.
Yan Qing smiled, "I can still stand up, the kick is light."
Zhan Wuyou seemed to be angry with him, took two deep breaths, and then said, "I saved you."
"Need to thank you?"
"Yes!" Zhan Wuyou slowly started to back away.
He had never fought against Yan Qing in his previous life, only heard others praise him for his good skills.
As soon as we fought against each other just now, I realized that those people still spoke too implicitly!
This is not a matter of good skill, this person's reflexes and strength are simply off the charts!
Zhan Wuyou is very self-aware of his own skills, which is really embarrassing for Yan Qing.
He caught him unprepared just now, but this time he didn't say anything.
"I stole something from your house before, I'm sorry. But this time I saved you." Zhan Wuyou said while retreating, trying to persuade Yan Qing to let him go, "Yan Ye's life is naturally more important than a mask. Why don't you let it go?"
Yan Qing didn't intend to let him go.
Zhan Wuyou backed away slowly, Yan Qing pressed on step by step.
With a distance of about three meters, the two retreated and approached each other.
It looked inexplicably a bit weird.
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The sweat on Zhan Wuyou's forehead gradually soaked through his clothes, exuding a little moisture.
He couldn't help but teased, "Master Yan is following me like this? Is he reluctant to part with me?"
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As soon as the words fell, Yan Qing suddenly rushed two steps towards him, kicked him sideways, and rushed towards him with the sound of the wind.
Zhan Wuyou took a deep breath, and his body was soft and bent down like a boneless one.
Yan Qing moved quickly and struck hard.
Zhan Wuyou's shattered and weak skeleton was about to die.
He nimbly avoided the blow, and retreated a few meters while turning around.
Unexpectedly, Yan Qing followed closely again.
The two played several rounds in just two minutes.
Zhan Wuyou was beaten so badly that his chest and back were in severe pain.
If it wasn't for the fear of hurting Yan Qing with a knife, she wouldn't be in such a mess.
His stamina is not as good as Yan Qing's, if he continues to consume like this, it will be over sooner or later.
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Zhan Wuyou's mind turned sharply, and suddenly he touched the handle from behind, and made a gesture to sprinkle it forward, towards Yan Qing, and shouted, "Sprinkle your quicklime!"
Quicklime can cause blindness in the eyes.
Yan Qing subconsciously raised her hand to block it, but the expected swaying sound did not come.
On the contrary, the sound of galloping footsteps was getting farther and farther in the night.
Yan Qing realized that she had been fooled, and her face darkened.
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Seeing that the thief ran out of the long corridor and did not forget to turn around and blow her a kiss, Yan Qing snorted, touched the ring on her fingertips, and said to the air, "Stop that little thief."
Everyone staying in the company tonight heard the order from Yan Qing.
On the mobile phone, the fast-moving little purple dot was heading downstairs.
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Under the same night, the unlucky guy whose motorcycle was 'requisitioned' by Zhan Wuyou had already contacted the convoy, and was rushing towards his beloved car by taking advantage of the location of the car.
The black motorcycle headed by him has dynamic and neat lines, and a black motorcycle outfit undoubtedly shows off his good figure.
The unlucky guy sat behind his best friend on weekdays, and asked amidst the strong wind, "Why is this big guy here!!"
The companion yelled back at him, "How do I know!!"
The unlucky guy looked enviously at his custom-made ultra-luxury motorcycle, and couldn't help swallowing in excitement.
Relying on the fact that the 'big brother' was in front, he couldn't hear the conversation between the two, and then shouted, "Tell me, I'll ask the big brother to borrow a car for a try, will he agree?"
The companion seemed to have heard some joke, and after squeezing out a few laughs from the noise, he shouted, "It's so late at night, what daydreams are you doing!!"
The unlucky man pouted.
Xin said that when this god-level boss suddenly appeared in the provincial capital, everyone wanted to ride his favorite car just like himself.
If it hadn't been for a few beatings, how could they all become so obedient.
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Thinking of this, he couldn't help recalling the big brother's clean beating movements, as well as his unusual skin color and hair.
He shivered slightly, and cowardly looked away from the big brother's motorcycle.
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Zhan Wuyou evaded the pursuit again, huddled in the corner and scolded his mother angrily.
How can these bastards accurately capture their position every time
Where did he expose it
After checking his whole body again to no avail, Zhan Wuyou let out a deep breath.
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His whole body was drenched with sweat.
Excessively tense nerves and excessive physical exertion made him feel exhausted.
Seeing that there is still a distance of 200 meters in a straight line from the main road outside.
Zhan Wuyou disappeared into the darkness again, walked quickly through the garden, and headed towards the main road.
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Yan Qing had been on the only way for Zi Dian early on.
This little thief has quick reactions and good skills. So many Yan family members can make him run out of the office building all the way.
It is indeed a rare talent.
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If you can pull people into your camp...
Just as he was thinking, a thin figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
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Tonight, the full moon is in the sky, and the clear moonlight will cover the garden with a soft veil.
At this moment, the nimble and thin figure of the little thief inexplicably merged with the little thing in his mind again.
This is the second time the thief has given himself this feeling.
Yan Qing frowned slightly.
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Zhan Wuyou also saw Yan Qing.
He clutched his chest, only to feel a dense pain in the chest and back where he was hit.
To be caught by Yan Qing tonight, it will be a matter of minutes before she loses her horse.
Zhan Wuyou didn't dare to procrastinate, so he grabbed a handful in his back pocket.
The plan was repeated, and he waved towards Yan Qing again.
He did not forget to warn, "Sprinkle your anesthetic powder!"
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Yan Qing was fooled once, this time she didn't dodge, instead she went straight to Zhan Wuyou.
But when the fine powder actually touched his face, his complexion changed slightly.
Zhan Wuyou had already retreated for a few meters, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the anesthetic covering Yan Qing's face, "I told the anesthetic powder."
After saying that, he didn't want to stay any longer, his body was like a swift little cheetah, he jumped up to run up, and jumped out of the high wall one by one.
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As if some kind of time overlap.
The sound of the roaring motorcycle happened to pass by Zhan Wuyou from far to near.
Then there was a piercing sudden brake in the night!
The black motorcycle that had been driving for several meters suddenly braked sideways, turned around, and stopped in front of Zhan Wuyou.
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Zhan Wuyou stared at the motorcyclist who stopped him.
Behind him, the Yan family had jumped out of the high wall and chased after Zhan Wuyou again.
The sound of footsteps behind him made his scalp tingle.
Zhan Wuyou didn't care about other things anymore, stepped on the back seat of the motorcycle with his long legs, and urged, "Go!"
[The author has something to say]: The little cute male second is online, and the Mashuluo field is in place, please worry-free baby, get ready?_(ツ)_/