Chapter 5872 Are You Dying Soon?

She would never surrender without a fight, and there was no such word in the dictionary, so when the first person rushed in front of her, she threw a useless pistol at his face, and at the same time pulled out the dagger again, and kicked the second person who approached with a roundhouse kick...

"Go, all of you!" Those people were even more excited when they found that she had no gun, and rushed forward with hideous shouts.

Qiao Nian was like a lone wolf trapped in a wolf pack. Even though she was outnumbered, she still fought with all her strength. There was a stubborn and blazing flame burning in her eyes, and the flame seemed to burn all the enemies who wanted to capture her alive.

But it was useless.

The enemies rushed towards Qiao Nian like a surging tide, wave after wave.

Qiao Nian gritted her teeth, and the dagger was knocked off in the fight. She waved her arm, which was already extremely sore, and every punch was made with a desperate determination.

But there were too many people. Her back was cut open one after another without knowing when. Her arms were as heavy as if they were filled with lead. Every time she raised them, it was like challenging the limits of her body.

"Huff." Her breathing became heavy and disordered. Sweat mixed with blood slid down her cheeks and soaked her collar.

Is this the end? She was unwilling... Just when Qiao Nian felt that she was about to collapse and was about to be swallowed by the darkness, the people surrounding her became noisy.

Accompanied by screams and gunshots, someone opened a path from behind.

Qiao Nian supported herself on the ground with one hand. Her vision was blurred by sweat or blood. She only vaguely saw a familiar figure walking towards her step by step from the layers of enemies... Those enemies tried to stop him, but he solved them all.

His cold face was like a god of war descending on the earth, and his body exuded a chilling aura.

"Who are you?"

"You..."

Qiao Nian only heard the people who shouted to capture her alive, as if they had woken up again, and asked questions with a mixture of fear and panic.

But she was too tired, and she began to be unable to tell from which direction those voices came.

The wounds on her shoulders and back hurt so much, and the rapid loss of blood aggravated Qiao Nian's dizziness. She clenched her teeth, and the strong taste of rust in her mouth supported herself from falling down.

At this moment, she was still thinking that she hoped that the person who came was not Ye Wangchuan, but just an illusion caused by her serious injury or simply misjudged the person.

...

The girl covered in blood like a bloody person could no longer stand and supported herself on the ground with one hand... When Ye Wangchuan saw this scene from afar, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, Qiao Nian must not be in trouble, and this thought echoed in his heart like a huge bell.

He knew that if he was one step later, Qiao Nian would fall into an irretrievable situation. Every second of delay could make him lose her forever.

"Get lost!" He was anxious and angry as he rushed towards Qiao Nian.

He was anxious because he was afraid that he would not be able to reach her in time. Every meter of distance seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. He was angry because these people dared to hurt Qiao Nian so much. His anger burned fiercely in his chest, almost swallowing him up.

Ye Wangchuan's heartbeat accelerated sharply, not just because of the intense exercise. Every time he punched and dodged, he silently told himself in his heart that he must be faster, and must be faster.