"Don't go." Zhang Jingyu held her back and stretched his head out to take a quick look outside.
When he saw his brother lying in a pool of blood, his pupils shrank and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.
Feeling his body sway, Su Qiao held him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhang Jingyu gritted his teeth: "I... I'm fine, he..."
"Don't worry, he's not dead, he was just shot in the shoulder and leg." Su Qiao saw Zhang Ruohan's condition at a glance.
What she didn't say was:
It's okay now, but if the bleeding is not stopped quickly, it will probably be serious.
"Hide it."
Pushing the person to the back, Su Qiao bent down and was about to rush out.
Unexpectedly, someone suddenly hugged her waist tightly: "Don't... don't go, I, I, I will go!"
"Coward, hurry up and let me do it, you want my woman to get hurt, right?"
Zhang Jingchen was extremely anxious, but he couldn't regain control of his body for the time being.
Zhang Jingyu's face turned pale, and he clenched his teeth tightly: "I can do it, I can definitely do it."
"You can't do that. Your legs become weak when you see blood. How can you protect my woman?"
Su Qiao turned back speechlessly and patted the hands on his waist: "Can you stop shaking while holding me?"
“I…” Zhang Jingyu blushed and relaxed reflexively.
Su Qiao took the opportunity to quietly move out along the lion.
Xiaosi, please tell me the direction and distance quickly.
Host, three o'clock direction, twenty-six meters, behind the tree.
As soon as Xiao Si finished speaking, Su Qiao gathered his inner strength, swung his wrist outward, and the golden needle flashing with a cold light shot towards the three o'clock direction like an arrow.
The man over there just quietly stuck his head out and was about to fire a shot, but before he could react, with a "puff", a golden needle pierced his forehead.
Before he could even scream, he fell to the ground on the grass.
At eleven o'clock, twenty-three meters, behind the flower tree.
Nine o'clock, twenty-eight meters, behind the car.
At seven o'clock, twenty-two meters, behind the corner wall.
Wherever Su Qiao's sharp black eyes looked, the sound of someone falling to the ground could be heard from that direction.
"Xiao Si, scan and see if there are any more."
No, they killed the other stewards Lu who had just been hidden.
"It's okay, come out..."
After making sure there was no danger, Su Qiao was about to call the man hiding behind the lion, but when she turned around, she bumped into the man's hard chest.
Zhang Jingchen took the opportunity to hug her in his arms: "I didn't expect my woman to be so powerful. She can kill so many people with just a few needles."
He had finally gained control of the body and was about to show off his skills to save the beauty, but unexpectedly, he saw his little woman showing off her power.
He held her hand curiously and looked at her from left to right: "You don't really have the legendary inner strength, you can pick flowers and leaves, and you can do Qinggong, right?"
Su Qiao rolled his eyes at him: "Do you think that's a legend?"
"You are really ignorant and your vision is too narrow."
After saying that, he ignored him and walked over to Zhang Ruohan, who was still lying on the ground twitching in pain.
Zhang Ruohan turned pale with pain and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he also knew that this was not the time to scream, so he just lay there pretending to be dead.
"you… "
When Su Qiao came over, he was about to speak, but unexpectedly, several golden needles in Su Qiao's hand pierced into various parts of his body with a few "swishes".
"Don't scream or move. Just bear the pain. If the needle falls off, you'll bleed to death before you get to the hospital."
If it wasn't for Zhang Jingyu's sake, Su Qiao wouldn't even bother saving him.
“This, this, this…” Zhang Ruohan stared at the glittering golden needles on his body. It felt even more terrifying than when he was shot.