Mu Yi smiled with satisfaction and relaxed her movements slightly. At this moment, Fu Shiyan, who had his back to them, suddenly turned around and ran towards them. He stretched out his legs and kicked Mu Yi. Her face turned pale and she bowed.
When his body was in pain, he was grabbed by the man and pinned to the ground.
The knife fell to the ground.
His series of movements were so smooth that Jiang Shu was relieved and quickly climbed to the side, panting and watching this scene.
Fu Shiyan pressed Mu Yi tightly. She didn't expect his strength and speed to be so fast. She reacted and shouted to the bodyguard: "Push her down!"
After receiving the order, the bodyguard immediately asked for a knife to cut off Wen Yuan's rope. She screamed: "Brother Fu!"
Jiang Shu subconsciously leaned forward and wanted to save her, but she was seriously injured and could not move for a moment.
Fortunately, the rope was too thick and could not be cut off for a while. Fu Shiyan's expression changed drastically, and he immediately got up and ran away. Jiang Shu watched helplessly as his determined steps to leave passed by him.
At this moment, there was a commotion outside. It was Zhou Liangqi who arrived. He had a gun in his hand and was sitting in a wheelchair. He directly broke the bodyguard's calf. As a result, he failed to cut off the rope hanging by Wen Yuan, but she was already crumbling.
, it will fall if you move it a little.
Jiang Shu stared in that direction. When Wen Yuan fell, Fu Shiyan swooped down and grabbed her wrist. Due to gravity, his body rubbed against the rough ground and he was almost pulled down.
Wen Yuan looked up at Fu Shiyan, "Brother Fu."
"Catch!" Fu Shiyan gritted his teeth, and the veins on his neck popped out, "Xiaoyuan, I must have caught it."
Zhou Liangqi's people are still fighting with several other bodyguards here. Fu Shiyan's side has no one at the moment. The bodyguard with an injured calf got the death order, grabbed a wooden stick, and hit Fu Shiyan's shoulder and neck hard. This was to kill him.
Life.
"Get away!" Jiang Shu shouted. Fu Shiyan heard the sound and immediately turned his head to avoid the fatal blow.
But the bodyguard didn't give up and began to hit Fu Shiyan's immobile calf violently, one after another, as if hitting Jiang Shu's heart.
Fu Shiyan's forehead was covered with sweat, the pain was taking turns, and his strength was about to be exhausted. Wen Yuan even started to shake her head, "Let go, Brother Fu, and leave quickly."
Fu Shiyan roared angrily but did not respond.
"Let go of me!" Wen Yuan cried and said, "I am a burden. I have loved you so hard these years, Brother Fu. From the beginning to the end, I hope you can be happy, so even if I die, you will
Don’t blame yourself and live well.”
"Wen Yuan! Don't say depressing words, let's live together!" Fu Shiyan squeezed these words out from between his teeth.
"No……"
How like a lover facing separation between life and death, Jiang Shu watched with fear and was moved by it.
"Hold on to me!" Fu Shiyan clasped one hand on the rugged wall, with blood stains already appearing on it.
"Quick!" Zhou Liangqi covered his wound, slid the wheelchair, and held a gun with his other hand. He stared at the bodyguard behind Fu Shiyan. He narrowed his eyes and shot him in the hand holding the wooden stick. He immediately dropped and was gone.
The power of movement.
Without external resistance, Fu Shiyan felt a little more relaxed. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to pull Wen Yuan up. The two of them lay on the ground, breathing heavily. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Wen Yuan hugged Fu Shiyan excitedly, crying and laughing, "Brother Fu, I thought I was going to die..."
The languid man gasped, feeling happy to have escaped death. He touched her head and said, "It's okay."