Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Yu Qingyou looked inside and saw that Feng Mohan had already turned his gaze towards her.

She quickly dodged away, secretly amazed. She really hadn't expected Feng Mohan's agility to be so impressive.

It seems that his three years abroad were not just about studying.

Yu Qingyou was waiting for an opportunity.

She looked inside again, but Feng Mohan had already left, and only the president was in the room.

Yu Qingyou leaped onto the president's desk, where the president was already holding a black pistol.

However, when he saw that the person in front of him was a woman, his expression became very surprised.

Yu Qingyou struck his elbow with one hand, and with a few cracking sounds, his bones were shattered.

When Yu Qingyou jumped in, she knew that he must have been waiting for her to come in. Then, while controlling the situation on one side, he quickly made a sound to attract people in.

His arm was broken. Yu Qingyou immediately took a cotton ball she was carrying and stuffed it into his mouth, then picked up the pistol that had fallen from his hand.

I had considered many things, but I never imagined I would encounter this situation.

Who is this woman with such excellent skills? I've never heard of her before. Is there such a person by Zhang Dingtian's side?

Yu Qingyou controlled his body, one hand gripping his neck.

The president desperately wanted to make a sound and let others know, but at that moment, he had no strength left to muster.

The woman before me had bright eyes, a beautiful figure, and a delicate fragrance, yet she seemed like the Grim Reaper.

Armed with a reaping sickle, they killed people without mercy.

The president died in utter despair.

Despite having made numerous preparations, he still died in the end, and by the hand of an unknown person.

The president's eyes were filled with resentment.

Yu Qingyou glanced at him indifferently, turned around, and leaped onto the windowsill. Just as she was about to leave, the door was opened.

A figure flashed in; it was Feng Mohan.

He raised his pistol and fired a shot at Yu Qingyou's back.

Yu Qingyou staggered, swaying unsteadily, almost falling over.

She grabbed it with her other hand, turned around, and threw the dagger at Feng Mohan.

Feng Mohan swiftly dodged, pointing his pistol at Yu Qingyou once more. Just as he was about to fire, he noticed her eyes, which looked so familiar.

His hand stopped in mid-air.

He just stared blankly at Yu Qingyou's figure.

Yu Qingyou was in so much pain that she couldn't bear it anymore, so she quickly jumped down.

At this moment, another order was given by Feng Mohan.

She quickly walked towards Zhang Dingtian. Zhang Dingtian heard the gunshot and looked at her face, only to see that she was very relaxed.

"How are you!?"

Zhang Dingtian quickly grabbed her and asked.

"I'm fine. Let's hurry, or I might not be able to leave the city."

Yu Qingyou pulled Zhang Dingtian and ran outside, and Zhang Dingtian quickly followed her.