Quick-Crossing Raiders: A Guide to Favorite Wife

Chapter 260 Hey, Captain Touching Gold, Please Praise 32
Clover's face froze at her words.

She really never considered whether Mo Yeyan could really deal with the things in the coffin, and her grandfather asked her to take the things and go straight away. Now that I think about it, I am afraid that my grandfather also knows the power of the whistle coffin, so this Once I learned that Mo Yeyan seemed to have a weakness, I thought about putting all my eggs in one basket.

She never thought of killing her master, but she also had to save her grandfather.

"Don't talk nonsense here!" The whistle pointed at O ​​Taotao, and then patted the four leaves that seemed to be shaking, "Miss, Mr. Guo loves you so much, do you want to watch Guo Tao for the sake of these outsiders?" Are you dying of old age?"

Clover's expression struggled and twisted, her hand holding the gun was clenched tightly, as if trying to restrain her emotions.

"I advise you to put down your guns. Do you really think I'm dead?" Mo Yeyan seemed to enjoy Ou Taotao's thinking of himself, and there was even a hint of joy in his warning tone.

"Mo Yeyan, don't be too crazy!" The whistle became annoyed, and he slammed down the finger holding the gun.

Accompanied by a loud "bang", Ou Taotao hugged her by the waist, and as Mo Yeyan jumped up, he swept his foot over the hand holding the gun on the whistle, and then pressed his knee hard on his chin One.

The action was quick and brutal, and before everyone could react, the whistle groaned and fell backwards, and the gun fell out of his hand.

Clover's reaction was extremely fast, before Mo Yeyan landed, she pulled the trigger, and the bullet went straight to Mo Yeyan's face. He had no time to dodge, so he had to block it with a golden knife, and found the crisp and sharp There was a crash, and before Clover could press the trigger again, a hand knife slashed towards her face.

Clover hurriedly wanted to hide, but was thrown straight, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Ou Taotao gritted her teeth, supported Mo Yeyan to stand on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly squatted down and put the whistle and Clover's gun into her backpack.

Those two people seemed to be terribly injured by Mo Yeyan, they lay on the ground and groaned, and they didn't get up for a long time.

"Are they going to rush to the street?"

"No, just go to the hospital bed and lie there for 10 days and a half months." Mo Yeyan shrugged nonchalantly, and a kiss slowly landed on Ou Taotao's forehead, soft and intimate, "I really don't want it." Shall I open the coffin?"

Seeing him like this, Ou Taotao couldn't help snickering, then took out a big iron can from her backpack, patted it, and said triumphantly, "Does it just need to destroy the corpse?"

"You...is this gasoline?" Mo Yeyan's dark and deep pupils were as gentle as water, "How could I not know that you carried such a big can in your backpack, and I packed all the equipment for you?" Is it?"

"I found it under your bed. I thought it might be useful, so I brought it here." Ou Taotao smiled slyly, then let go of Mo Yeyan and walked to the whistle coffin, with her index finger on the two fists on the coffin. He knocked on the pig iron cover, "Tell me, if I pour gasoline into it and directly set the corpse on fire, will it be considered ruined?"

"Don't..." Clover struggled to raise her head, and said weakly and pleadingly.

But Ou Taotao did not waver.

Although her filial piety is good, she can't gamble with Mo Yeyan's life, not to mention bringing back the dead and living a long life is just a thought.

(End of this chapter)