Mo Ningxin covered the wound on her chest, and she screamed hysterically: "Xia Weixian! Don't want to run!"
Mo Ningxin yelled at the homeless people behind him and said, "You don't want to chase after him! The cooked ducks are all flying!!!"
The group of homeless people were stunned and didn't react. After hearing Mo Ningxin's words, they went after Xia Mi Mian.
Xia Weimian stayed in the trunk for more than an hour. She was on the verge of collapse, her school uniform soaked in cold sweat, she ran, her skirt fluttered, her long black hair flying up.
However, Xia Weimian knew that her current physical condition would not last long.
She gritted her teeth and ran out. The tramp caught up. Xia Weimian's collar was caught by one person. She slammed back the small blade in her hand. The blood flew out, and the other's face was deep. Blood red buttons.
When Xia Weimian shook the man's arm away, she staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Young Master, there are people over there." Not far away, the black bodyguard reminded his master.
Bei Mingsheng looked up. He saw Xia Weimian standing upright. She was panting, her long black hair clinging to her face in a mess.
She raised her hand and stroked the hair on her face, but she didn't notice that her finger was bleeding from the blade cut.
When the finger ran across her cheek, Xia Weixian's face had a red mark.
The few ragged tramps standing opposite her were so frightened by the blade in Xia Weimian's hand that they dared not rush forward.
"Young Master, isn't that girl..." The bodyguard beside Bei Mingsheng recognized Xia Weimian's identity.
Beiming Sheng raised his hand and motioned for the bodyguard to shut up.
The bodyguard didn't dare to speak any more, and Bei Ming Sheng looked at Xia Weimian who was confronting the tramp not far away with interest.
He didn't go to help either, just watched from so far.
The tramp boldly rushed to Xia Mi Mian.
The blade in Xia Weimian's hand slashed across the opponent's neck, and she kicked the man's chest, and the tramp fell to the ground, clutching the neck that was constantly spraying blood and howled.
Xia Weimian knew that the knife he had just cut was an artery in the homeless man's neck, and that the arteries were severed. The homeless man would basically die from shock.
However, now, it was not that she was caught in the hands of these tramps, or she repelled them all!
Xia Weimian raised the hand holding the blade. Whether it was the blade or her finger, the blood was already stained red at this moment.
Xia Weimian pointed the blood-red blade at every tramp in front of her.
"Either of you dare to come over! I will let you, just like him!!"
The blade in Xia Weimian's hand pointed downwards, so that the group of homeless people saw that the homeless man whose artery was cut by Xia Weimian, he had fallen silently in a pool of blood.
Those tramps are scared! No one dared to approach her anymore.
Xia Weimian stepped back, she didn't dare to turn around and ran out.
Because she knew that she was completely free from strength, and she couldn't run away from this group of homeless people at all.
Suddenly a homeless man rushed up to Xia Weimian. Xia Weimian screamed and put the blade in his hand into the other's chest. The homeless man was also stupid!
"Run! Let's not die!"
The homeless people were afraid of Xia Mi Mian, they ran away first, and one person ran away, leading the second and the third to escape...