Female President’s Bodyguard Chapter 1687: Why

Following Netherworld's movements, not only Nangong Bufan's face changed drastically, but even Nangong Ling, who was enveloped by Netherworld weapons, also changed his face.

She looked at the cold light in front of her, almost too late to react, so she saw the cold light getting closer.

There is a look of despair in her eyes, are you dying?

Boom!

Just when the knife in Nether's hand was about to pierce her body, a strong force came and knocked her out.

Puff!

Immediately afterwards, there was such a sound of cutting into the body.

"Fuck!"

Xiao Chen's curse sounded at the scene with a twist.

Immediately, the knife in his hand, mixed with the last power of the'Strong Potion', slammed fiercely.

Crack!

The sound of broken bones heard, and a big head flew into the sky.

"Ah!"

As the head flew up, such a voice came from the open mouth.

Netherworld's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and his face full of consternation.

Especially when he saw the headless body below, the color of astonishment was thicker, a little familiar?

This is... your own body?

He didn't wait for his thoughts to finish, his eyes went dark, and then... he felt his consciousness disappeared.

The moment his consciousness disappeared, he heard a ‘bang’ as if something had landed.

Xiao Chen stared at the head falling to the ground, and stayed blank, dead?

You know, just now he was just a subconscious knife, and he didn't even think about cutting off Nether's head!

But in the anger, the reaction seemed to be slow.

In other words, Netherworld never expected that Xiao Chen would rush forward and then swipe such a knife, without time to hide!

His death is a bit useless!

Gulu Gulu!

Netherworld's head, after rolling a few times on the ground, was covered with blood.

Old man Chen, who came after him, stopped and looked at his head on the ground, dumbfounded.

Immediately, he looked at Xiao Chen again, is this okay?

The Nangong in the distance is extraordinary, so relieved, Ling'er is fine!

As for the death of Netherworld, he was obviously a little dazed!

"Ah!"

Xiao Chen lags behind, and a sharp pain comes and makes a painful cry.

He has a knife stuck in his stomach.

Although it is not fatal, it is quite serious.

This is what Nangong Ling just stabbed at Nangong Ling, which was blocked by Xiao Chen.

Nangong Ling behind him has a pale face and is still in shock.

Just now, she clearly sensed the breath of death!

However, at the moment she was enveloped by death, she was knocked into the air!

Although she staggered back, a little embarrassed, but...the breath of death was gone!

She looked forward, a not burly, but slender figure, standing where she was just now.

Then...the sound of the knife entering the body sounded.

Almost instantly, she realized that it was the person in front of her who saved herself!

If it weren't for him, he would definitely die!

Immediately afterwards, a head flew up, looking at it, it was the Nether who wanted to kill her!

Her eyes fell on the back in front of her again.

This figure is familiar.

Is it him?

The guy she hates?

That... the guy who took advantage of her?

Did he save himself?

I didn't wait for her thoughts to finish, I saw Xiao Chen clutching her abdomen and slowly falling back.

She threw away the long sword in her hand, stepped forward, and hugged Xiao Chen who fell backward!

"Huh?"

Xiao Chen, who was ready to fall to the ground, suddenly felt that he had fallen into a gentle place.

No pain, with a bit of temperature, very soft and soft.

Xiao Chen is a little surprised, what's the situation?

He endured the pain, turned his head to look, stayed in a daze, Nangong Ling?

This girl... won't take the opportunity to retaliate against herself, give herself a sword?

Thinking of this, he would rather fall to the ground severely: "Then what, you..."

"Stop talking!"

Nangong Ling interrupted Xiao Chen's words, and her voice was not as cold as before, and her little white hand pressed against his wound, trying to stop his bleeding.

"Um..."

Xiao Chen's mouth twitched because of Nangong Ling's press, but he was relieved. It seems that he didn't want to give himself a sword!

Immediately, he looked at Netherworld's head and was a little proud. This knife is worth a life!

"Hehe, let you stab Laozi...I feel better now!"

"Can you still laugh?"

When Nangong Ling saw Xiao Chen still smiling, she glared at him, but at the moment of life and death, he pushed himself out and stood in front of him, and his tone softened again.

"If you are lucky, don't laugh."

"Oh oh, stop smiling."

Xiao Chen nodded, really lucky!

If he hadn't hit Netherworld with the knife just now, he might have died!

Netherworld, just one more time, will be able to break his stomach!

Don't look at this knife killing Nether, it seems simple, but in fact it is dangerous and dangerous!

This time, Goddess of Luck was on his side.

But Xiao Chen thinks about it, his luck is always good, and his charm is not small, the goddess of luck has always been on his side.

Feeling the warmth and softness behind him again, Xiao Chen loosened her body and fell limp in Nangong Ling's arms.

He moved his body, the corners of his mouth curled up, he didn't see it, this little girl is quite predictable!

Nangong Ling knew that Xiao Chen was injured and there were so many crooked thoughts. Only when he was uncomfortable, he never thought he would take advantage of the opportunity.

It's the old man Chen who came in front of him, looked at Xiao Chen lying in Nangong Ling's arms, and twitched the corners of his mouth. This kid... is really beautiful!

"Boy, can't you die?"

Old man Chen looked at the wound on Xiao Chen's abdomen and asked.

"Well, you can't die, but...it's very serious. I can't get up. The rest of the battle depends on you, Mr. Chen."

Xiao Chen shook his head, and didn't plan to get up at all. How comfortable is this beauty lying in her arms!

Moreover, with the deaths of Thors and Nether, there is no chance for the Dark Church to come back!

If this is the case, the Dark Vatican will be able to come back, and the people of the Dragon King will have no face, and they will kill one by one!

"Huh!"

Old man Chen saw that Xiao Chen was like this, he knew he had no major problems, and looked at Nangong Ling.

"Ling'er, how are you? Are you injured?"

"I'm fine."

Nangong Ling shook her head.

"Well, that's good, you take care of this kid."

Old man Chen finished speaking, looked around, and then went straight to the charming woman.

"This old hooligan..."

Xiao Chen looked at Old Man Chen's movements, curled his lips, and said something.

"What did you say?"

Nangong Ling did not hear clearly and asked.

"Ah, nothing, I said, Chen Lao is really a treasured sword, young, heroic and vigorous!"

Xiao Chen shook his head and said.

"Oh, can you sit up?"

Nangong Ling asked.

"No, no, I am weak now and can't sit up."

Xiao Chen shook his head, jokes, can this get up?

"Well, is that comfortable?"

Nangong Ling asked again.

"Shu...well, it's okay."

Xiao Chen was about to say that he was comfortable, but suddenly felt wrong, so he changed his mind quickly.

"Hmm."

Nangong Ling nodded and said nothing more.

Xiao Chen half leaned against Nangong Ling's arms, but he didn't put his mind on enjoyment either. He first stopped the bleeding briefly and looked at the battlefield.

He has to stare, what if someone runs away?

Run one, that's *annoying!

However, the situation at the scene is fine, except for a few evil spirits, everyone else has been killed.

The evil spirit was also injured under the extraordinary suppression of Nangong, staggering back.

On the other side, under the joint attack of two old hooligans, no, the old man, the charming woman was stained with blood, struggling to support it.

The old man's mace danced so fast and kept smashing it down. Obviously, he just wanted the charming woman to eat him.

"The big picture is set!"

After Xiao Chen glanced across the audience, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Why?"

Suddenly, Nangong Ling behind him spoke.

"Huh?"

Xiao Chen was stunned and turned to look at Nangong Ling, not understanding what she meant by this sudden sentence.

"Why save me."

Nangong Ling asked again.

"Well... this, there is no reason, I saw you in danger, and I saved it! You are the apprentice of Mr. Nangong, and come for my business. How can I hurt you? Yes Right?"

If you change to another beauty, Xiao Chen might just "mouse" a few words, what hero saves the beauty or what.

But for this girl, he really didn't dare to molested him, for fear that he was done molesting, she drew his sword to him.

In that case, it's not fun.

And, in his opinion, there is no reason.

Just now, if he changed to Bai Ye, Big Fat, or something, he would not hesitate to rush forward, not because Nangong Ling was a beauty or something.

Of course, I can’t say that. If I say that, not only I don’t have EQ, but I’m afraid there is also a problem!

"Oh."

Nangong Ling nodded, expressionless, unable to see her true thoughts.

Xiao Chen looked at Nangong Ling and wondered whether he had saved her once. The matter of touching her chest should have passed, right? Don't trouble yourself anymore?

Just as Xiao Chen was thinking about it, a stern cry came out.

Xiao Chen turned his head to look, only to see a thick mace, which hit the charming woman's chest fiercely.

Just looking at it, Xiao Chen's face trembled. Nima's, the old man was really ruthless when he started, he didn't feel pity for Yu Yu at all?

This time...I guess it will explode!

Boom!

The charming woman flew out and hit the ground heavily, vomiting blood, unable to get up.

She was **** and bloody, and even her breastbone was broken.

"It's true."

Xiao Chen looked at the charming woman and came to such a conclusion.

"What is true?"

Nangong Ling asked~IndoMTL.com~ Ah, nothing, I said they are really amazing. "

Xiao Chen shook his head. Of course he wouldn't tell Nangong Ling. He was really talking about the woman's breasts, and there was no silicone.

"My old man's stick, isn't it amazing?"

The old man is holding a mace and looking down at the charming woman.

"Cough... old... husband..."

The charming woman cursed weakly in blunt Chinese language, her head tilted, and she was silent.

"Huh."

The old man snorted coldly, holding his mace, turning around and looking away, looking for the next enemy.

On the spot, there is no one standing beside the evil ghost in the Dark Vatican!