Strongest Guard

Lee Nanfang closed his eyes in pain. When he opened them again, his face was still smiling sweetly.    

He used the gentlest voice possible to laugh at the woman in his arms, whose Pupillary Pupil had already begun to show signs of spreading. "Even if the sky falls, no one can stop us from completing our wedding. I'm not the kind of man to be too magnanimous. I'm afraid that if I don't marry you, you will go crazy from anger and marry another man. "If that's the case, then wouldn't I have no place to cry?"    

"I'll give you a baby, a litter."    

Hua Yeshen's eyes suddenly lit up, temporarily stopping the assault of death.    

"If it's less than eight, don't even think about getting out of bed. "Ha, ha, ha."    

Lee Nanfang spoke nonsense. As he raised his head and laughed, he was heavily hit on the back of his head.    

Fuck, who's hitting my head?    

This was the thought that flashed across Lee Nanfang's mind before he fainted.    

The person who hit him on the head was Jinghong Ming.    

If Jinghong Ming had been a little bit normal, even if his eyes weren't so devilishly blood-red, he wouldn't have attacked.    

Like that, Lee Nanfang would maintain a little bit of rationality. He knew that what he needed to do the most right now was not to continue the wedding ceremony with Hua Yeshen, but to seize the moment to save her.    

It wasn't because they had to die for a woman whose heart had been pierced by chopsticks.    

Among the guests who came to attend the wedding, there was the once number one in Qingshan Central Hospital, Chiang Morann. There was also the old man who would bring along eight hundred healing panaceas wherever he went – if they let this couple of newlyweds mess around, they would rather die than complete the wedding.    

No matter how much love you guys have, it seems like your sister should be the first to save her, right?    

As long as the person is still alive, like to hold a few weddings in the future, hold a few weddings.    

Even if there were eighty or eight hundred of them, as long as the two of you have the ability, Director-general Jinghong can guarantee that the staff will not force you into a super guerrilla team.    

However, Lee Nanfang had clearly lost his rationality. At this moment, he was on the verge of going berserk, and could be completely controlled by the Black Dragon at any time. He was going crazy in order to hurt everyone who came to persuade him to save them.    

In that case, it was necessary to pick up a bottle of red wine and give it a good spanking at the back of his head.    

"Nanfang!"    

Hua Yeshen, who just wanted to close her eyes and sleep happily in her husband's arms, turned pale with fright when she saw Jinghong Ming crush Lee Nanfang's eyes with one bottle. She wanted to flip over and sit up without considering what she looked like now.    

However, a pair of hands pressed down on his shoulders.    

It was his wife.    

The mistress looked at her and whispered, "Child, go to sleep first."    

Hua Yeshen respected her grandma from the bottom of her heart. No matter how much she cared about Lee Nanfang, she didn't dare to act rashly towards her. She nodded subconsciously, but her eyes were already covered by her grandma's right hand.    

Once he couldn't see the outside world, darkness began to descend at high speed.    

Before Hua Yeshen could react, she was already engulfed by darkness.    

"Knife!"    

Chiang Morann's clear and steady voice came out from the human wall surrounding the city with a dozen Waitress.    

There must be a doctor in Seven Stars Club.    

In fact, when Hua Yeshen arranged the wedding, she was well-prepared to deal with the worst possible situation.    

Among them were several surgeons, who hid in the corner with first aid kits in case there was a gang fight and were able to save, for example, the injured people who had been hit by bottles of wine as soon as possible. The two grand weddings on June 10th were destined to be a mess.    

Sister Yeshen, who had a rather high IQ, had already thought of this.    

Who would have thought that she would become someone who was saved in an emergency?    

No matter how skilled the doctors were, the doctors assigned to them would never be better than Chiang Morann, whose General Hospital of Jinghua was quite a bit famous now.    

Only Sister Morann, who was sitting beside the operating table and possessed an exceptionally strong mental fortitude, could swiftly control her mind. With her superb surgical skills, she immediately launched an emergency rescue operation on Hua Yeshen.    

Mistress was a person who could not afford to see blood. She put down the healing panacea and walked out of the crowd.    

All of a sudden, an assassin burst out in full force. He used a chopstick to stab Hua Yeshen, and after that, without anyone's warning, the best guards to escort them did not want to leave. They had to stay and watch the fun — — Chairman Liang had retreated.    

Chairman Liang had already safely retreated, what other people that were full of yearning for tomorrow had a reason to stay in this place?    

Who could guarantee that there wouldn't be an abnormal assassin with a value of his martial arts hidden in the crowd?    

It wasn't false to say that he was abnormal.    

Didn't she see that the assassin failed to assassinate Patriarch Yue? At the Soaring Dragon Hu Laoer, Qin Laoqi and the others rushed towards the window in a panic. They just grabbed the scarecrows and threw them out, releasing the kite?    

F * ck, everyone saw with their own eyes a fatty that weighed more than two hundred pounds. When he moved through the air in a beautiful posture, the miserable shrieks he let out were really annoying.    

He had also seen with his own eyes that under the attack of the two Soaring Dragon warriors, the assassin dressed in disguise, Waitress, had been sent flying through the window, breaking the glass directly.    

The two Soaring Dragon Rankers chased after the hare like the dog that was chasing the hare.    

Good boy, this is the sixth floor, okay?    

It was roughly twenty meters from the ground.    

The people near the window saw with their own eyes that Waitress, without any security measures, had jumped out and crashed into a French parasol tree. She landed lightly on the ground like a leopard, disappearing in the blink of an eye into the green belt in the club's backyard.    

The two Soaring Dragon experts were not weak either.    

Although Qin Laoqi looked a bit embarrassed when he hit the treetops, not as free and easy as the assassin, and he even yelled out loud, "Ouch! F * ck, the branch is stuck!", but he still landed safely and chased after the assassin without any pause.    

Are you even f * cking human?    

Even two Soaring Dragon experts wouldn't necessarily be able to defeat an assassin, right?    

Moreover, if the two most powerful experts chased, and another assassin of the same level appeared in the crowd, he would definitely kill everyone from the South Heaven Gate to the Penglai East.    

Don't tell me there won't be another assassin this powerful.    

Not to mention Jinghong Ming, Holan Fusu, Duan Chuhuang and the others who put up their guard were able to protect everyone and watch the drama unscathed.    

Or, he should just leave.    

The screams of a woman, the cries of a child, and the angry curses of an iron-blooded man — "Get out of my way, I'll run first" — formed the most beautiful music in the world.    

Fortunately, when Seven Stars Club was designing the east and west halls, they had left enough safe passage for thousands of people to retreat in panic at the same time.    

Even so, the scene was still a mess when the last spectator and guest, who thought to himself, "I will never attend another person's wedding ever again", walked out with his hands on the wall like a pendulum.    

The floor was littered with women's stilettos, men's shoes, V bags, keys, etc.    

In the Eastern Courtyard, the only ones who could stay at the scene were Holan Fusu, Zong Gaang, Liang Mouchen, and a few others.    

As for Uncle Yue, Second Aunt and the rest, they had long since gone off on their journey in the same manner as they had when they encountered the tornado during Yue Zitong's Yin Marriage Ceremony.    

On the other hand, in the west hall, with Jinghong Ming, Xie Qingshang, Ye Xiaodao, the old man, and some other people holding the wine bottle, everybody had their hands covering their heads and squatting down, whoever dared to stand up and cause trouble, I will smash them to death with the wine bottle in my hands.    

Hundreds of waiters and guests who did not have a high status all obediently obeyed their orders. This was why they did not end up in such a sorry state like the people in the east hall.    

As for Hu Laoer, Xie Laosi, Qin Laoqi, Jinghong, and their flaunting wives, all of them had a murderous look on their faces as they angrily scolded Ye Xiaodao for blocking their way to catch the murderer.    

With a personality as explosive as Arena's, Xue Xinghan and Li Mo Yu simply used their high heels to kick Master Dao's butt.    

Master Dao would rather have his butt kicked into eighteen pieces. Tears streamed down his face, but he didn't even dare to fart.    

At most, he could only curse in his heart, "A bunch of disgraceful women! You guys really want to show off, how can I stand up to you all alone? You only know how to kick my ass, why don't you kick Xie Laosi's — wow, who scattered a handful of melon seeds in my shirt collar? "Bastard!"    

This group of beautiful women were all characters who only wished to stir up trouble.    

They had never been in this world for too many years. The appearance of the assassins caused Hua Yeshenxue's blood to splash onto the roof of the hall. After that, they began to reminisce about the young girls' haughty times.    

Those who had a bad temper kicked Ye Xiaodao's butt like crazy, while those who had a better temper ate the melon seeds beside them and cheered.    

Throwing away trash, aren't you afraid that Master Dao will turn into a hundred thousand demons and brutally push them to the ground?    

Look at Loong Chengcheng and Duan Xiangning. They are the young mistresses from a rich and powerful family.    

He did not lift his foot to kick, nor did he sow the skin of a melon seed. He only pinched the tender flesh on Master Dao's waist with his fingernails.    

Are they very familiar with Ye Xiaodao?    

Not familiar.    

Did they have a feud with Ye Xiaodao?    

No.    

Then why did they use such underhanded methods?    

Wasn't it because he was dissatisfied with reality that he needed to find an opening to vent his frustration?    

Looking at Ye Xiaodao, who was acting as a guardian god or as a vanguard, the mistress shook her head with a bitter smile and walked in front of Yue Zitong.    

Yue Zitong was still kneeling on the ground. There were some dried blood stains on her pale face. She was staring blankly at the human wall, unmoving like a small wooden chicken.    

Helan Xiaoxin lowered her head and stood beside her, forcefully rubbing the corners of her clothes with her ten fingers.    

Even though Fox Helan was crafty and had a high IQ, she still didn't know what to do after this incident. She could only pretend to be in a daze.    

She didn't dare to persuade Yue Zitong.    

At this time, whoever advised Yue Zitong to escape from this dangerous situation, then returned to her bedroom and covered her bed with the blanket while shivering, would turn against her.    

Don't forget that she is a half-assed secret service agent. When she's really mad, her fighting prowess is also very frightening.    

Only my wife, who was able to walk to her side now, knelt down on one knee and put her arms around her neck, holding her in her arms slowly, using a handkerchief to wipe the blood from her chin, once again sighing lightly, "Ai. Zitong, this matter isn't your fault. Don't feel guilty. Night God, you might be fine. "    

Yue Zitong's dull eyes finally turned away, and her voice was weak like she had just recovered from a serious illness, "Big, Big Sis, I'm sorry. This, this is not the result I wanted. "    

"Don't say you're sorry. You didn't do anything wrong."    

Mistress shook her head. "This result is not what all of us want. "Everything is … the will of heaven."    

It was all providential.    

Other than using these words to explain, or perhaps it was simply an excuse, what else could his wife say?    

He couldn't say, "If you hadn't been as calm as you were just now, you wouldn't have suffered under the eyes of some assassin, and would not have tried to harm you."    

Yue Zitong seemed to smile. "Big Sis, is she alright?"