The City Started Its Counterattack From Villain

For dialects, so many years of cultivation on the mountain may be a little flawed in terms of being a person and in the world, but in terms of xinxing, dialects are one of the best in the world.

In other words, when encountering things, dialects will use a relatively calm and calm mind to solve them, and will not fall into panic.

But when it comes to some emotional issues, dialects are not so calm. This is also a normal phenomenon. After all, Lu Xiyao is one of the few women who can make the heart of a dialect, and Lu Xiyao himself has the kind of tenderness. The temperament of the dialect is even more deadly.

Perhaps this is also the reason why the dialect will cause Lu Xiyao to feel guilty.

So this time Lu Xiyao proposed to meet up on the initiative, but she agreed with the dialect without even thinking about it.

...

Lu Xiyao made an appointment to meet at the entrance of his original clinic. This place has a very special meaning for both the dialect and Lu Xiyao.

But now this clinic is closed. Because the dialect is now nominally the personal doctor of the Xing family, and now there is an additional title of Feng Shui consultant, so naturally there is no need to open any clinics.

When dialect arrived at the door of the clinic, Lu Xiyao was already standing at the door waiting for him. Lu Xiyao's dress today is very youthful, simple a pair of light blue jeans, white sneakers, a white shirt, and combed. With a vigorous single ponytail, but the expression on his face made people feel a little bit of pity.

Dialect suddenly felt apologetic. Of course, he knew why Lu Xiyao was so lonely. It was all because of the attack on speech during this period of time! There are also rumors!

"Sorry, something has been delayed!"

Hearing the voice of dialect coming from behind, Lu Xiyao turned around and said with a smile:

"It's okay, in fact, I have nothing else to do, just want to come... see you..."

The dialect sighed and whispered:

"It was really my problem before. I couldn't stand up in time. At that time, I was in Yunhai City and there were some things I couldn't avoid, but I hope you... can forgive me!"

The corner of Lu Xiyao's mouth moved slightly, and finally said in a low voice:

"You don't owe me anything, but I owe you a lot. You paid for my mother's medical bills and cured her disease. I should say sorry! Sorry, it affected your life!"

Having said this, Lu Xiyao slowly lowered her head and said in a deep voice:

"Actually, one of the rumors on the Internet is correct. I really don't deserve you... From now on, let's not meet..."

Hearing Lu Xiyao's words in the dialect, she stretched out her own hand, trying to hold Lu Xiyao's hand, but Lu Xiyao subconsciously took a step towards retreated and whispered:

"I came here this time just to tell you that I will pay you back the money I owe you in the future! I'm sorry!"

After saying this, Lu Xiyao was about to turn around and leave, but the dialect took a step forward, took Lu Xiyao's hand, and said in a deep voice:

"Everything on the Internet is bullshit! What is not worthy of it! What do they know? Listen to me, all you have to do now is to calm down! You don't owe me anything! The reason why you can meet To me, this is all chance! This is fate!"

Just as Lu Xiyao was about to say something, at this moment, a motorcycle drove up quickly in the distance. The person in the car was wearing a black suit and gave a beautiful flick in front of Lu Xiyao and the dialect, and then explored. With his hands in his arms, he said in a deep voice:

"In dialect, someone wants your life!"

After saying this, the things in his arms also revealed their true face!

It turned out to be a black M1911!

Dialect's eyes widened suddenly, and when he wanted to make an evasive action, he was shocked by the scene in front of him!

It turned out that it was Lu Xiyao, who immediately pushed the dialect away at this moment, and two gunshots followed, and then two poignant blood-colored flowers appeared on Lu Xiyao's chest!

The dialect suddenly started to split and Yazi threw out a dart directly on the arm of the gun and hand!

The gun/hand snorted, and then immediately left the scene on a motorcycle.

The dialect frowned, I don't know why, the figure and voice of this gun/hand are men, but the muffled hum just now carried a bit of lightness!

But immediately the attention of the dialect was attracted by Lu Xiyao who fell on the ground. The dialect did not panic, but blocked some acupuncture points on Lu Xiyao's body. Then, when the palm of his hand was turned over, one after another appeared in his hand. The root of the silver needles and the silver needles were pierced on some important acupoints of Lu Xiyao. The dialect breathed a sigh of relief, and then dialed Xing Chuan's phone.

The medical facilities of the Xing family have been seen in dialects, which are more reliable than hospitals and can be faster. Therefore, the private clinic of the Xing family is currently the best choice.

"Hello? Brother Fang, I was looking for you just now, where are you?"

The dialect said in a deep voice:

"Send someone to... the door of my clinic. I have a friend injured! Gunshot wound! I need your help! Hurry!"

After hearing the serious voice of the dialect, Xing Chuan reacted immediately, turned around and said to his assistant:

"Send a car right away! Let me go to the old clinic! Now! I must be picked up within five minutes!"

Later, Xing Chuan continued:

"Brother Fang, listen to me, don't worry, my people are leaving now!"

The dialect responded, and then hung up the phone, and then held Lu Xiyao's hand tightly. Although she pressed her lips and said nothing, the hatred in her heart had reached its peak!

At the moment when Lu Xiyao blocked the gun for him, the dialect knew that Lu Xiyao's figure would always be deeply rooted in his heart, and it could no longer be erased, and the dialect did not want to erase it again!

Thinking of the gun/hander before, the dialect slowly narrowed his eyes!

This matter must not end here!

...

Surrounding the mountain road, in the tunnel.

Mo He leaned against the railing of the road with a pale face, and pressed his right hand against the wound on his left arm. The suit on his body no longer knew where it was. Even the motorcycle was thrown into the valley below by Mo He. He has only a thin shirt on his body.

According to Mo He's judgment, the Flying Daggers in the dialect should have stuck to the artery of the left arm, but fortunately it was not the aorta, otherwise Mo He would have gone to see God now.

There are all cameras along the way. Mohe cannot go to any hospital or return to the Shangri-La Hotel, because the dialect will definitely use the power of the Xing family. It is too simple to find her trace.

So Mohe could only come to a road tunnel without a camera, deal with the car, and then make plans.

But the injury became the biggest problem.

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