Chapter 321 – Fate (2 / 2)

Oh, shit!

Smith was reminded of the phrase wah-wah at that moment!

Speak really well owed!

At that time, looking at Smith’s expression, she knew that this matter was almost going to succeed, so she did not move her hand back over and touched the iron absorbing stone that was glued to her back, coming out to mix, how could she not have some escape props.

As it happened, Smith over there turned blue at her words and shouted, “Don’t even shoot! “

The sound of blasting can cause panic, and by this time the crowd is no longer as settled as it was a moment ago, and as soon as they hear of more bombs, they begin to try to flee in fear.

It was while she took advantage of that one moment, she tore with force, and the powerful suction caused by the iron suction device caused her to fall back dozens of meters without any effort, and her entire body was directly glued to the iron horse used for celebrations.

It would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt, but the most important thing was to escape.

Because apparently the man had been on her as she stepped backward.

It was the body that was so organized that she remembered it now.

He would have yanked her hand almost as soon as he could have done so if it hadn’t been for her golden handshake.

And indeed on that occasion, he did grab her long sleeve, only the fabric was too fragile and was disconnected.

But even then, she, who had never shown her face in front of people before, showed her cracks.

That would be her long hair, exposed.

She couldn’t care less, and in the midst of the panic, she could only hear the police people over there saying, “FUCK! It was a firecracker! The noise just now was firecrackers!”

At that time, she thought that there would be quite a lot of trouble to follow, but she didn’t think that when she came out again after a dozen days of peace and quiet, that person would have long disappeared from the fifth channel.

The man’s identity is also quite mysterious.

The reason why he was mysterious was because even she hadn’t found out who the man really was.

The only thing that was merely known was that the man was from China, just like him.

Fu Jiu raised her eyes again and looked at Qin Mo who was still stained with blood on his white shirt in front of her.

That man, could he be the Great Spirit?