Chapter 173 I am not a sick man

Xiong Shuo looked at the scene in front of him angrily.

Originally, he was thinking about how to return to China in the house. At this time, he heard the scolding outside, and then secretly went to take a look.

I immediately saw the scene of Millerch going to guard, and then I saw him turn around and walk towards Chen Feiqing's room, and secretly shouting "No."

At this time, he had already understood Miller's purpose.

After a while in the room, he broke the cup, then crushed it and wrapped it in a towel.

Then he broke the legs of the wooden bench and weighed them in his hand. It was a long arm. Looking at the sharp wooden thorns at the broken mark gave him a layer of confidence in protecting Chen Feiqing.

He opened the door decisively and walked out. Then he heard the cry for help from Chen Feiqing's house. He made a quick decision and kicked the door open, shouted loudly, stopping Miller's beastly behavior.

"Oh? Chinese?"

Looking at Xiong Shuo's fully armed appearance, Miller immediately became interested.

"Let her go."

Staring at Miller calmly, Xiong Shuo noticed that he was holding Chen Feiqing's arm tightly, and immediately frowned.

"Oh!"

With a smirk, Miller pushed Chen Feiqing aside and hooked her hand towards Xiong Shuo.

"Come on, I'll discount your hands and feet later, and tie it to a chair to see how I can make her!"

"Uncle Xiong!"

He hurriedly ran behind Xiong Shuo, and then Concubine Chen hesitated for a moment, then rushed out.

She wanted to go out for help. There were so many people here, as long as everyone worked together, even if the other party was a strong soldier, he could still kill him.

"Help, come out and save people!"

He knocked on the door around the room frantically, but no one responded to her, and he still locked the door tightly, which made Chen Feiqing very angry.

"Miss, stop knocking, we won't go out."

After a long silence, a voice finally came out.

Listening to this, Concubine Chen suddenly became anxious.

"Why? We have so many people, we can kill him!"

"What about after killing him? We will face more soldiers, and we don't want to be buried with you."

The cold voice made Chen Feiqing's heart even colder.

"Are you just watching his atrocities like this?"

He roared unwillingly, and only silence was left to respond to her.

He knocked on four or five doors in a row, but still no one responded to her. A wave of despair suddenly surged into his heart.

"What's going on?"

Listening to the noise coming from outside, Old Taylor walked out and asked strangely.

It was already late at night and he had already gone to bed, but the noise finally woke him up.

Then he went out and saw Chen Feiqing who had saved him in the corridor, and then asked strangely.

When Chen Feiqing saw that someone finally responded to her, she ran over excitedly.

But seeing that the only old Taylor was the only one, the hope he had just raised it sank again.

He whispered to him what had happened just now, then his nose felt sore and he couldn't help but choke up.

...

Looking at Chen Feiqing's figure rushing out, Miller did not stop him. After all, there were guards outside blocking her, so she could not escape.

When Xiong Shuo heard Chen Feiqing running out behind him, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He held the stool legs tightly with his right hand, and quietly reached into his pocket with his left hand.

Touching the pack of glass scraps, Xiong Shuo felt a little relieved.

Just now, Xiong Shuo didn't dare to take action easily. After all, this kind of thing was attacked indiscriminately. If it was spread to Chen Feiqing's face, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Come on, the sick man of East Asia."

Looking at Xiong Shuo's thin body, Miller immediately mocked her.

"What did you say!"

When Xiong Shuo heard these four words, his eyes suddenly turned red.

These four words are eternal pain in his heart. His father taught him since he was a child and became a useful person when he grew up and served his motherland.

Later, these four words were seen in many books, and these shames made him work hard to make China stronger.

When Miller heard the words he said again, he immediately became angry and rushed forward with a loud shout.

"You black-skinned pig, I'm going to kill you!"

The stool leg stabbed towards Miller's chest.

At this moment, Xiong Shuo forgot all his fears and gave up all his worries. A voice kept ringing in his mind.

"Kill him, kill him!"

"Hmph, waste!"

Seeing Xiong Shuo rushing over, Miller smiled disdainfully, and took the opportunity to hold the weapon in his hand, twisted his wrist and snatched it.

"Let me warm up before going to bed."

He threw away the legs of the stool, and then Miller jumped and provoked in front of Xiong Shuo with both hands.

Xiong Shuo, who was seized from his weapon, did not give up. He looked red and pounced on him.

Looking at Xiong Shuo's desperate attitude, Miller burst into laughter.

In his eyes, Xiong Shuo was like a moving sandbag, and he punched him in the chin with a sudden punch.

Xiong Shuo flew backwards.

"Ahem..."

He lay on the ground, coughed twice, and then vomited blood.

After wiping his mouth and looking at the two teeth mixed in the blood, Xiong Shuo struggled a few times, his brain was dizzy, and he lay on the ground again.

"Oh! This player from East Asia has fallen to the ground."

After jumping back and forth twice, Miller screamed exaggeratedly.

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!"

Listening to Miller's words in a daze, Xiong Shuo finally remembered where he was now and stood up with his body.

Holding the wall, he looked at Miller opposite him staggeringly.

"Oh, he actually stood up!"

As he explained to himself, Miller ran up and kicked him in the chest.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Xiong Shuo flew backwards again, and his whole body hit the wall behind him, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Then he slid down weakly, leaned against the wall, looked at the ground with his eyes blank, and then collapsed on the ground.

"Hey, get up!"

"Get up quickly!"

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six..."

Looking at Miller in front of him in a daze, Xiong Shuo even felt that his ears could not hear the sound clearly.

“Buzz buzz…”

It seemed as if a bunch of flies were flying in his ears, and he felt that the world was gradually becoming blurred.

"Haha, it seems that this player from East Asia is not good enough. So, today, I, Miller, will award him the title of sick husband!"

Hearing this sound, Xiong Shuo's eyes widened, touched his left hand and grabbed the bag of glass slag tightly.

"I am not a sick man!"

While Miller came over, Xiong Shuo shouted loudly, then raised the glass in his pocket.

"You are not...ah, Fark!"

Just as I was about to come forward and mock him, I was attacked like this and immediately covered my eyes with both hands and two lines of blood slowly flowed down.

"Shet! Fark!"

Xiong Shuo was prepared in advance and closed his eyes, so he naturally did not get hurt by the glass. He turned around and rolled aside, avoiding Miller's crazy counterattack.
Chapter completed!