Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

How does this make her do it?

Seeing that the entire mine was shaking, more and more dirt and wood fell, and the situation in Fenghan became more and more urgent. 444 was very anxious.

[Host, the right way has been blocked. The purpose of these people is obvious, they want to drag him and want him to die in it. Can we save people first, and then talk about other things? 】

"You just said you gave me half a tube of Vigor Potion?"

Su Qiao took two steps out hard-heartedly, and finally stopped.

Gritting his teeth, he put the old man on his shoulders against the wall.

【Yes. 】

"Then there should be no problem with picking flowers and flying leaves, or flying stones."

Su Qiao began to grope for stones on the ground.

444 quickly reminded: [Wait, wait, you are just a fourteen-year-old country girl, or the kind who doesn't even know a big character, you will never have martial arts. 】

Su Qiao is in a bad mood now, so she doesn't care about it at all.

After touching a handful of stones, he ran back to the passage.

Deli's current strength is not small, the small stone in her hand is no less than a small iron ball.

‘Ah…ahhh…’

The six or seven men who surrounded Feng Han and dragged him to the death together only felt a sharp pain in his knees, and then fell to the ground screaming one by one like dominoes.

When Su Qiao started, there was no room left, and the small stone directly smashed through their knees.

Look closely, there is a blood hole on each of the knees, and the blood is flowing.

Feng Han was stunned.

He turned his head abruptly, and his sharp eyes were directed at the dark little girl at the entrance of the passage.

When the fat black girl came in, he actually found out.

But because I was a little overwhelmed just now, I ignored it.

Everyone took a knee.

"Who are you?"

A man in brocade clothes who looked like a leader was lying on the ground, and the tip of his sword pointed in the direction of Su Qiao.

Su Qiao was too lazy to pay attention to him, and glanced at Feng Han's direction: "Why don't you run quickly? Are you waiting for the New Year?"

After she finished speaking, she didn't stop, turned around and ran.

When passing by Mr. Su, he bent down and picked it up, and continued to rush out.

Feng Han clutched the wound on his waist, gritted his teeth, and followed behind blankly.

Fortunately, the luck of the two is not bad.

When they rushed out of the passage and ran out 20 to 30 meters, there were a few loud 'booms', and the coal mine really collapsed.

'call……'

Putting the old man on his shoulders on the grass, Su Qiao let out a long breath.

444 also breathed a sigh of relief and wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

[Finally, I lost my life without coming. This time is too dangerous, too dangerous. If this is really planted here, we will be too wronged. 】

Su Qiao ignored it, but looked at the man who was resting on the grass not far away.

Although the clothes were stained with coal, the white face was covered with gray, there were black marks, and the wound on the waist was still bleeding faintly, but the man sat there as if he was sitting on the first seat of the palace, his expression was calm.

But even so, Su Qiao could sense the extreme danger from him.

This is a very nasty man.

Although he didn't know his specific identity yet, Su Qiao decided to be a little peasant girl and stay away from this guy.

Feng Han glanced at the collapsed coal mine lightly, then turned to look at Su Qiao, his dark eyes filled with puzzlement and inquiry.

Su Qiao knew that this guy probably had a lot of things he wanted to ask.

And she... didn't want to give him a chance to ask.

His eyes swept to his left waist: "Do you have any medicine yourself?"