Chapter 3332

The moonlight came in through the skylight, and the rest of the crew clung to the pistol and aimed it at him, shouting in poor Chinese, "don't move!"

Got a gun?

Little Yi Chen's lips are stiff for a while. He stands up slowly and raises his hands slightly over his head. He looks indifferent.

"Put the knife down!"

The man shouted at the top of his voice again!

As if standing in front of them, is not an eight year old child, but a devil!

Moyichen crooked his head, outlined a sinister spirit on the corner of his lips, as if he didn't understand!

"Put the knife down!" the man said again

Little Yi Chen "Oh" a, the gesture to put down the dagger in hand, they see, this just a little relaxed, but it is such a little slack, little Yi Chen suddenly narrow eyes, the dagger in hand flew out, in the middle of the air across a dazzling arc, "Chi" a sound, mercilessly stabbed one of them in the neck!

Blood splashed on the ground, he wanted to shoot, but his body had fallen down!

The rest of the two men were completely frightened. They were scared to break their courage. In panic, they shot blindly. A few bullets were out of line. Xiaoyichen stretched his legs. His toes raised the body on the ground. He yanked it up and blocked it in front of him. His right leg caught the Machete that had fallen not far away. He picked it up, caught it steadily with his hand, and then threw it out!

Compared with those two men, Xiaoyi Chen has received rigorous training after all. In addition, he is calm and calm when he is in trouble. Even in the face of a large number of people, he doesn't panic at all. The target accurately hits one of them in the chest and plunges into him!

The rest of them shook their hands and raised their guns. However, they found that they were in a panic. Six bullets had been fired. He was busy changing the magazine. Xiaoyi Chen was already flying towards him. He moved fast. He replaced the magazine, loaded it and fired. Mu Yichen suddenly grabbed his wrist and pointed his muzzle aside.

"Bang bang" three bullets, all hit another man!

Mu Yichen raised his legs cleanly and kicked his crotch hard.

The man "ouch" a, legs a tight, sensitive. Feeling ground to clamp, small Yi Chen flies a jump, a grasp his hair, carry his hair to walk toward the cage!

Bang!

The huge impact, the man immediately pain dizzy!

"Spare your life Spare my life... "

However, Mu Yichen didn't have the patience to listen to his nonsense. He clasped his jaw in one hand, grabbed his neck in the other hand and twisted it hard. His throat joint suddenly broke off. The man "whined" and his head fell to the ground.

The scene was a mess, a miasma, a pungent smell of gunpowder, filled the whole cellar.

Mu Yichen slowly stood up, looked around the body on the ground, and carefully examined one side, until he confirmed that they were dead, and finally he took a sigh of relief, eased his mind, and walked to yunshishi.

Yun's poems are too frightened to speak.

Xiaoyichen immediately comforts her, "Mommy, don't be afraid, you will be OK!"

He looked down at the iron lock and began to study.

Yun's poems are still full of fear. It's frightening to think of one of the six people just now.

The door of the cellar was locked by Mu Yichen to make sure that no one would break in, so he devoted himself to studying the lock in his hand.

"Yi Chen You Why are you here? "

Cloud poetry is still haunted.