Chapter 210 Rescuers from Heaven

From the white-robed woman floated behind her to her mouth and bite her. However, in the blink of an eye, Wang Hai had no time to react at all, and felt a sharp pain in his back shoulder. The woman bit Wang Hai's back shoulder heavily and pulled it. With a "hiss", she bluntly bit a bloody piece with her clothes. Skin and meat.

"Ah..." Wang Hai shouted in pain and didn't have time to think about it at all. His body instinctively rushed forward.

Just while enjoying the night, Zhang Xiaohui pushed the window open, but now it became the entrance to Wang Hai's death. You know, this is the top floor, and most users have installed guardrails outside the window recently, but he felt that it looked like a prison. As a result, both he and Zhang Xiaohui thought there was no problem not to install it. Who would have expected that it would be too late to regret now.

Wang Hai only felt that he rushed forward and fell out of the open window. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed it randomly. Unfortunately, the position he grabbed was in front, and it was impossible to catch anything but air.

Fortunately, the other one had just hanged on his side. Now most of his body has rushed out of the window. The hand instinctively grabbed the edge of the window and grabbed the window. As soon as he felt that there was a place to borrow power, he had not fully exert his strength. Suddenly, a force behind him came. The woman actually stretched out her hand after biting his meat. He hugged his half-lifted legs and grinned and bit his thighs.

Wang Hai felt a strange feeling from his thigh, as if he had been caught by something, and his strength was not small, and the only thing behind him that could hold him was the terrible white woman. He instinctively reacted like a live fish on a chopping board, and almost all his strength.

This force really made Wang Hai break his thighs away from the woman's hands, but also, because of too much strength, only the lower body left in the window was folded out.

At this time, Wang Hai had no idea in his mind. It could be said that it was a blank, and his whole body almost completely fell out of the window. Because of the posture of his body outside, his arm could no longer hold the window edge that was not wide.

Seeing that the situation is irreparable, it is certain that Wang Hai will eventually fall through the window and die.

At this moment, a rope suddenly hung from the window. Just as the rope fell, a figure had taken the opportunity to slide down from the top, and the figure sliding on the hanging rope was a little earlier than Wang Hai completely falling out of the window, but it was also this point, which can be said to have saved Wang Hai's life.

The figure clasped the rope in one hand, and the other hand stretched out to the side. His body swayed and shook towards the window. At this time, Wang Hai's body completely turned out of the window, and his hand holding the edge of the window was also loosened. He waved up in vain, as if he was saying goodbye to the world.

The figure on the rope just swinged over, stretched out his hand and grabbed Wang Hai's open hand. When he was swinging to the large window, his legs suddenly rushed into the window and rushed into Wang Hai's house very lightly from the window, and his hand holding Wang Hai did not release for a moment. When his feet touched the ground, he The waist fell hard down, and a thousand pounds of pendant stabilized his body, and made Wang Hai's hand pick up the edge of the window again.

followed, the figure loosened his hand holding the rope, and at the same time leaned over and grabbed Wang Hai's arm, fighting back.

Wang Hai, who turned around the ghost gate for a few times and stepped in half a foot, was pulled out of it, and he was almost stunned.

But the man who got into the house did not stop. He turned his head and sprayed blood on the white woman who was still next to the window. He used both hands at the same time and pulled Wang Hai into most of the window. Then he loosened one hand, shook and shrank, and faded the string of rosary beads on his wrist to the palm of his hand. As soon as he turned around and rushed in with his back to the window, he held a rosary in his left hand and directly hit the white-robed woman's head.

At this time, Wang Hai had struggled to climb back into the house with another unloosed hand of the man, lying weakly on the ground, and reluctantly looked up at the person who saved him. When the blurred vision gradually became clear, he saw the man clearly and couldn't help whispering: "What's extraordinary..."

The person who slipped from the rope and successfully saved Wang Hai and got into his house safely is extraordinary. It is also because of him that it is possible to save Wang Hai in this situation. After all, he has received strict physical training to cope with this kind of near-motional stunt.

When he hit the white-robed woman's head with a rosary in his hand, he suddenly felt that the temperature in the place where his hand touched rose sharply. He was almost so hot that he couldn't help moving his hand and clenching his teeth hard before keeping it down.

Fortunately, he persisted, and suddenly, at the part he pressed, there began to be smoke rising from his side, as if it were burning on an iron plate. With the "smbling" sound, the more he listened, the more he felt as if he was frying a piece of raw meat with oil.

Seeing the white-robed woman tremble violently in the smoke and opened her terrible big mouth, it seemed to be roaring, but Feifan could not hear it at all. He just barely stabilized his arm and kept pressing on the white-robed woman's head. He could even feel that the place of contact was like bubbling. Mud is surging.

The smoke became thicker and thicker. At a short time, he could only see the smoke, and he could not see the existence of the white-robed woman. He could only know that she still existed by the touch in his hand. He didn't know how long it took. He felt that the woman seemed to be melting and smaller, and finally disappeared. When the smoke After gradually dispersing, he found that there was a pool of fishy ** in the woman's original floating position.

It was not until then that Kuang Feifan really had to look at Wang Hai. Although he could sit up at this time, he was obviously mentally stimulated and looked muddle-headed, not only depressed and even a little sluggish.

However, he could see that Wang Hai's life was not in danger. He took another look at Zhang Xiaohui lying on the sofa in the hall. Although there was a certain distance, he could feel that she was still angry.

He didn't know what happened in the room before he appeared, but he saw that both of them were untidy, especially Zhang Xiaohui lying on the sofa, who was almost undressed. Obviously, there was an interaction between the two.

He walked to the sofa uneasily and looked carefully at Zhang Xiaohui. He didn't see any trauma on his body, but his breathing seemed weak and disordered. He couldn't help but be very worried.

Suddenly, his heart moved, wiped the rosary in his hand and carefully put it on Zhang Xiaohui's forehead.

This move seemed to be effective. Gradually, he noticed that Zhang Xiaohui's breathing was stable, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, turned around, pulled up Wang Hai who had not yet recovered and put it on the sofa.

Seeing that both of them seemed to be in no danger, Feifan could finally put down half of his heart, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his face, and turned around to find saliva.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaohui, whose eyes were closed, suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the extraordinary situation where she turned her back. She raised her hand little by little and slowly leaned down and grabbed him.