Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 248: Two Cannon Fodders in Domineering Literature 30

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, the air seemed to freeze, and it was so oppressive that people could hardly breathe.

Under the dim light, the wooden floor of the bamboo building creaked slightly, as if warming up for the upcoming conflict.

Leng Yihan's eyes were sinister, revealing a chilling coldness.

He approached Sirong step by step, each step carrying a heavy pressure, as if a mountain were pressing down on him. A sneer hung on his face, a smile that reminded people of the coldness and ruthlessness of a predator staring at its prey.

As expected, Leng Yihan suddenly attacked. He thrust his hand out, aiming directly at Sirong's neck. His movements were lightning-fast and carried a brutal force, clearly intending to defeat the enemy with a single blow.

Sirong's reaction speed was astonishing. The moment Leng Yihan attacked, she turned her body to the side and nimbly avoided his attack.

Her movements were as light and agile as a nimble cat, and she escaped the disaster almost at the critical moment.

However, Leng Yihan did not give Sirong any chance to breathe.

He grabbed Sirong's hair with his backhand like a whirlwind. This sudden attack caught Sirong off guard. She was pulled to the side, and her scalp was in great pain, but she endured it without making a sound.

boom! A sound.

Sirong's head hit the solid wooden door of the wardrobe.

The collision was so strong that she felt a sharp pain on her forehead. Needless to say, a big swelling had formed.

Leng Yihan didn't stop there. He pulled Sirong's hair and forced her to look up at him. His face was twisted like a monster, and his eyes flashed with a morbid excitement, as if he was enjoying the pleasure of control and torture.

This looks especially like An Jiahe in Don't Talk to Strangers, with his face distorted like a monster.

"Mr. Leng, you're being very rude!" Si Rong was a little annoyed. If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have acted. She had a big bump on her head for nothing. "If you don't let go, I'm going to fight back."

She didn't expect that Leng Yihan would use his ultimate move right from the start.

She had originally thought that she could talk to Leng Yihan and see if she could find some clues that the AI ​​couldn't find. However, Leng Yihan used his ultimate move right from the start, leaving her no chance at all.

"Fight back? Great!" Leng Yihan's eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he was extremely interested in Sirong's counterattack. His voice was low and hoarse, with a creepy madness.

"So you can fight back? How? Do you want me to let go first?" Leng Yihan stroked Sirong's face like a pervert, his smile sinister and terrifying. "This will make it easier for you to show off your strength, right?"

Sirong reached out and gently touched the large bump on her head, secretly cursing herself for her mistake. It had been a long time since she'd been injured, and luckily there was no bleeding, otherwise it would have been really troublesome.

She glanced at Leng Yihan's perverted smile, and her heart became more and more unhappy. This unhappiness quickly turned into action. Without thinking, Sirong swung her hand and punched Leng Yihan accurately on the bridge of his nose.

There was also a bang!

Sirong's punch was fast, accurate and fierce, catching Leng Yihan off guard.

How should I put it, both of these people today were a bit careless.

Sirong did not regard Leng Yihan as an opponent, and she had already reflected on this in her heart.

Although she is now in a lawless area and there may be weapons everywhere around her, she has never taken Leng Yihan seriously.

After all, in her eyes, Leng Yihan was just a male protagonist who sat in the office all day, playing stand-in literature. If there was anything, his subordinates would naturally take care of it for him.

In addition, she has already broken away from the so-called "white moonlight" setting, so she doesn't care about Leng Yihan anymore.

And what about Leng Yihan? Most of the girls around him were weak. Even if they were a little stubborn, it was only expressed in their eyes. Physically, they posed little threat.

Moreover, Sirong had a slender figure, with no visible muscle mass, and she didn't look like a girl who loved sports. Adding to his previous knowledge of Sirong, such as her excellent piano playing, Leng Yihan believed that the claim that she would hit someone was not credible.

The strange smile on Leng Yihan's face froze instantly, and the whole person seemed to be frozen, with no reaction to what had just happened.

It was not until the blood from his nose slowly flowed and dripped onto his white shirt that Leng Yihan woke up from his dream and loosened his grip on Sirong.

He subconsciously touched his philtrum, feeling the hot and wet liquid and the hint of scarlet on his palm.

"You hit me?" Leng Yihan looked at Sirong in shock.

Sirong rolled her eyes at him. How surprising! She had already said she was going to fight back, but why did she still seem out of shape?

Leng Yihan stood up and touched his nose hard with his fingers.

"Very good, let's have some fun today!" He said that with that smile that was three parts unruly, three parts cold, and four parts nonchalant.

This scene really made Sirong's eyes burn: "Mr. Leng, why don't you explain why you brought me here? Even if you don't explain, would you consider stopping the nosebleed first?"

In just a few minutes, there was a large bloodstain on Leng Yihan's white shirt.

Leng Yihan's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. He obviously didn't like Sirong bringing up the issue of his nosebleed.

The nosebleed had stopped, but the wet feeling still made him extremely uncomfortable. He looked around. In this simple bamboo house, there was no towel or anything else he could use to wipe the blood.

He had just ordered the maid to clear everyone out of the bamboo building. If he asked someone to bring towels now, it would look too embarrassing. Leng Yihan didn't want to lose his dignity over such a small matter.

He subconsciously wiped his nose with the back of his hand again, and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

Without saying anything, he lunged towards Sirong, his anger and shame carried with him, as if he wanted to subdue Sirong in one fell swoop to wash away the humiliation he had just suffered.

Sirong was prepared this time, and Leng Yihan was covered in blood and dirt, especially on his clenched fists, which were covered with dried blood stains.

Sirong didn't wait for Leng Yihan to get close to her. She quickly raised her foot and kicked Leng Yihan in the chest accurately and powerfully.

The kick was so powerful that it sent Leng Yihan flying. Leng Yihan's body hit the wall hard, then slid to the ground with a dull thud.

At this moment, Muchen's voice came into Sirong's mind: "Sirong, I've already gotten off the plane. I'll be able to reach you in two hours at most!"

Sirong looked coldly at Leng Yihan who was lying on the ground, walked up to him and kicked him with her toes. This time, Leng Yihan did not get up again, but turned sideways and began to vomit.

It must be because of Sirong's kick just now, which was too strong, causing his head to hit the wall and vomiting caused by concussion.

Sirong replied in a relaxed tone: "Okay, no rush!"

"How is it over there? Are you safe?" Muchen asked with concern.

Si Rong glanced at Leng Yihan, who was lying on the ground in a mess, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: "It's safe, I am negotiating with Mr. Leng in a friendly manner, just come over slowly.

By the way, have you contacted the police in China? Now that you're here, you can help the Leng family sort out these shady businesses! "