It was so hard and so sudden that he was knocked to the ground, knocking over his chair with a loud bang.
The man in brocade outside smiled and said, "It's really brave."
He held his chin, his eyes moved, thinking that you will scold my son for not having **** in the future? I let you have no virginity now.
Panting and pressing on him, Hengbo asked him, "Do I smell good?"
"Xiang..." He lay motionless, breathing slightly short.
"Am I beautiful?"
"beautiful…"
"You have measured my measurements, are my measurements hot or not?"
"Hot..."
"Very well, since I am a woman who is fragrant, beautiful and has a hot figure, if you guys meet this kind of woman, you will be happy even if you don't have feelings, right? I allow you to be happy, but I don't allow you to think about it "She raised her chin and said proudly like a queen, "Do you feel it now? It's important to save people, so hurry up and feel it, what should you do when it's over?"
"No…"
Jing Hengbo let out an "uh" and said angrily in disbelief, "No? Feel? Feel?"
Did you make a mistake? Although she was very unhappy about this, and she didn't care about men coveting her, but when this happened, she still felt ashamed to say it!
Is my sister's charm regressing? Isn't it normal for her to get it done with a pounce?
"First, your tone is too resistant, I'm a little hurt, a man is psychologically hurt, it's not easy to have emotions..." He lay down under her, and explained to her sincerely, "Second, you...you crushed me...I There's no way...then what..."
"Ah?" Jing Hengbo jumped up as if his **** was on fire... No wonder the feeling was a bit wrong just now...
"That..." She didn't think she would be crushed, right? What about the size? Fall short, is this?
"It's okay..." He seemed to be having a hard time answering, and slowly sat up.
Jing Hengbo glanced at him sideways, thinking he couldn't be faking it? What the **** is this guy trying to do? In this case, wouldn't you need her to help, seduce, sacrifice, etc.?
No, she would rather dance pole dance in public than seduce a man alone in a dark room. different in nature. The former can be said to spread art, while the latter is pornography.
"What to do..." she asked.
"I can't help it..." He seemed helpless.
Jing Hengbo felt that it was really helpless to hear such words from this person at this time.
"Don't even think about some things." She said resolutely.
"I don't seem to be able to remember for a while when you pounce like this." He seemed to be trying to arouse her guilt.
"How about it." Jing Hengbo sighed, "Let's have a dance."
"What?" His tone was really surprised this time, "I won't."
Not only surprised but also resisted. Jing Hengbo wanted to dance or sleep, right?
"You don't need to be able to." She stretched out her hand to hold him, preventing him from running away, "A master of dance can lead a person who can't dance at all to dance, you just have to follow me."
"How can a man be completely dominated by a woman?" he protested.
She ran out of patience and almost burst into anger - she was the one who sacrificed, so why did she force him in the end?
Anger reached between her brows and turned into a charming smile. The corners of her lips curled up, and her fingertips supported his chin: "Handsome guy, don't be so blunt, do you have the heart to refuse an invitation from a beautiful woman?"
He lowered his head and looked at her steadfastly, as if he wanted to see something else from her radiant and charming eyes. Finally, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and stretched out his hand to embrace her. her waist.
Jing Hengbo was satisfied that his charm had not diminished, and he made this guy surrender without any fuss, but he was surprised how could this guy know how to put his hands on his waist before he taught him?
Her eyes were full of doubts, and he smiled, "Intuition."
Maybe it's not intuition, but listening to the desire of the heart. Her waistline is so smooth, with the unique concave waist of a beauty, which makes people always have the urge to touch it up and hug it.
"Well, that's right, hold it with both hands, don't use too much force..." Jing Hengbi raised his hands and put them on his shoulders. She didn't plan to do any complicated dance steps, and she wasn't in the mood at the moment, just hug her and shake slowly .
Will do so, or past experience. When I was in the research institute, when I was extremely bored, young researchers would also hold a dance party. She was naturally the queen of the dance party, and there was an endless stream of people who invited dancers. , This is the most atmospheric time.
Later she stopped dancing, at most she danced disco. Because those men, when dancing with their arms around her, nine out of ten would respond. This phenomenon became more obvious when she entered puberty. Even if she danced the simplest three steps or four steps, she would inevitably encounter embarrassment. Later she knew that the heat of youth, the body of a young girl, the fragrance of a virgin, and the visual and tactile impact brought by a proud figure are irresistible temptations for young men who are also young.
"That's it, I advance and you retreat, you advance and I retreat...slowly swaying..." She found that he was a very good student, with a very high understanding, and he didn't even need to be taught. The distance between her and her is just right, not too ambiguous nor alienated, showing a measured intimacy, and the angle of her face is even more perfect, she raised her face, just facing his profile, the lines are exquisite like sculptures, a little farther away When the light hit the tip of his nose, the surrounding skin shone like gold with a delicate texture.
Faced with such a person, such an action, such an atmosphere, those disturbances, crises, uneasiness, and tension seemed to gradually fade away. Her heart was like a beach after low tide, returning to calm, and her eyes gradually gave birth to a little confusion... the feeling at this moment , seems strange and familiar...
Because of this, her hands and body were naturally softer, and the relaxed body was like a piece of soft silk, wrapping around him softly.
The two of them can't be counted as dancing, and they didn't strictly follow the dance steps. It's just that the rare peace of each other made them embrace each other. His hand naturally fell on her waist, feeling the beauty that he always wanted to feel. Depression, the heart seems to have fallen into that depression, and it is properly placed, without adding or subtracting a point.
Her arms hang loosely around his neck, her fingertips naturally droop like orchids, his height is also suitable for her, slightly raised, showing the woman's slenderness and frailty, but not so much that it makes her strenuous.
Slowly shaking, slowly turning, her skirt twirled in a small circle, like an unbloomed flower, his steps were like walking on clouds, making a casual and devoted drift, without deliberate dawdling and closeness, At this moment, the old things are gone, and the time is good.
Half of the room is dark, half of the room is twilight, which outlines the woman embracing silently. Her long hair hangs down on the back of his hand, and the smile on his lips seems to illuminate her eyebrows. This is each other's ecstasy, in the dark, in the dance, between the eyebrows, and in the heart.
There were faint whispers in the darkness.
"…How are you…"
"…Well…"
"What about that...?"
"...um..." The tone was like a sigh or nostalgia, with an indescribable reluctance.
"What the hell!"
"...um..." The tone was even more reluctant, almost helpless, "...it's almost..."
"Then you can do it yourself..."
…
Jing Hengbo let go, turned around, and even covered her ears. She was afraid of hearing something she shouldn't have, and she was even more afraid of him saying shamelessly: "I'm soft, you measure it."
In fact, she had already figured it out just now, so close and dawdling, she felt that Little Radar had already told her the answer.
Fortunately, he wasn't shameless to that extent, and even retreated further away from her. Maybe he was more embarrassed than she, she thought.
Leaving that embrace, leaving the range covered by his faint fragrance, she suddenly felt a little cold.
After a while he touched her and handed over a piece of paper, but she didn't dare to look at it, and didn't dare to turn around, she hurriedly threw the piece of paper out.
The man in brocade outside was counting to two hundred and ninety-six. He reached out to catch the piece of paper, and said with a smile: "Three hundred and it's over? This brother really can't do it."
The guards looked upright, resolutely not letting themselves show any inappropriate expressions—the Lord would be particularly concerned about such things, and there are actually historical reasons. It's all because Miss Wen is too vicious, such a petite little fan Tuantuan alone, because the hit winner felt that he was "not good" for a long time, so much so that he left a psychological shadow...
The man in brocade clothes unfolded the paper and looked at it. In fact, he only looked at the last size. He smiled and said, "Not bad." He flicked the paper and said, "Make this the distance to the eyes."
The guards held back their smiles and nodded, and the man in brocade asked again: "You three, who will try my throwing knife?"
Zi Rui didn't wait for Pei Shu and Meng Potian to reply, and said: "Me!"
The man in brocade clothes nodded, and ordered the guards to tie up Zirui, and put a crystal chip on each of Zirui's eyes, throat, heart, left and right wrist veins, lower abdomen, and left and right leg arteries.
Then use silk thread, pull out the distance according to the size on the paper, and hang it from the beam as a mark.
For example, if the height is set as the distance to reach Zirui's heart, and the height is eight feet, then a crystal chip is pasted on Zirui's heart, compared to the distance of eight feet forward, and a copper coin is hung from the beam.
When everyone was busy, Jing Hengbo and Mr. Mu came out, and Mr. Mu took a quick step. After going out, he suddenly gave a low shout, raised his hand and shot a cold electricity, and went straight to the person in the hall.
The man flipped over and jumped out of the window, avoiding the killer. Mr. Mu immediately rushed over and jumped out of the window.
Jing Hengbo was a step slower, and when he came to his senses and grabbed it out again, he saw Mr. Mu rushing out, but he didn't see who the one who was forced out was. She was stunned: "What's the matter, what happened?"
The man in brocade clothes didn't move, just looked at her and smiled without saying a word.
…
Two figures, one in front and one behind, came out of Ningxue Pavilion.
Running until no one was there, the person in front stopped and said coldly, "Have you played enough?"
The people behind also stopped, and said lightly: "This is not a joke."
The person in front turned around, and the two faced each other. They had the same silver mask and the same green clothes. At first glance, they looked like a pair of twins.
The person in front seemed a little unhappy, and said in a cold voice: "I never expected you to be so cunning. You knew you were about to reveal your secrets, so you just shot me and forced me out."
"You seem very angry." The one who came out later seemed not to be affected by his words at all.
"Shouldn't I be angry?" Yeluqi who came out first suddenly smiled again, "Then I will go to Dige to be a national teacher, how do you feel?"
"You can do what you can." The one who came out later said coldly, "Covet things that don't belong to you, be careful playing with fire."
"Aren't you coveting things that don't belong to you?" Yeluqi laughed, "Even if you let go, you won't let go. There is such a domineering person like you in the world?"
The silence that came out last seemed to be speechless, and it seemed that he didn't bother to explain at all.
"Although you took it without warning. But I have been covering for you." Yeluqi smiled, "Shouldn't you thank me first?"
"I don't need to thank you." The eyes that came out from behind were cold, "You didn't cover up for me." He turned his eyes into the distance, "If you want to say it, just say it."
Yeluqi smiled. He chose not to say it at the beginning, and naturally there is no reason to say it now, let alone what Jing Hengbo would think if he said it now, the consequences of this alone are unpredictable, maybe Jing Hengbo still chooses not to forgive, maybe she will change her mind , and the latter is tantamount to pushing her back into the arms of the other party, denying her chance.
He has not fulfilled the measure of a rival in love.
Both of them knew each other well and knew the reason why the other did what they did, so he stopped teasing and said, "I just hope you don't go too far."
"It's not harmful to you, otherwise, how would you tolerate it?" He said softly, "As for the reason why she chose me before, it was because I left a deeper trace in her heart."
"Scars are also traces." Yeluqi smiled meaningfully.
"The scars are left because of caring." He didn't take it seriously, "If you care, there will be harm."
"So confident," Yeluqi pointed at him, "Do you really think she is heartless?"
"She has everything," he replied, "because I will do everything for her."
Yeluqi seemed shocked, and said for a while, "Why bother?"
"I have to." His tone didn't sound regretful.
Yeluqi stopped talking, smiled wryly for a while and said, "What a weird person..."
But he changed the subject, "The Third Highness in the East Hall needs a lesson."
Yeluqi immediately became interested, "Why don't you read more about it?"
The murmur of the conversation faded away, before being blown away by the night wind.
…
In the Ningxue Pavilion, the man in brocade clothes stood in front of the copper coin, and the throwing knife was going to pass through the square hole of the copper coin, shooting a distance of eight feet, smashing the crystal crystal in Zirui's heart without hurting anyone.
The man in brocade clothes said to Latin: "Report your estimated size."
"That's fine." The man in brocade clothes smiled secretly, "I just wanted to have fun."
Jing Hengbo refused, "No, no, you're fooling people. You're just a guard looking at it casually. How can the size be accurate? If you make a mistake, your life will be at stake!"
"As a guard, I am born with the ability to see the size at a glance." Jin Yi said humanely, "You can try it."
Jing Hengbo didn't believe it, so he even measured the size of his index finger, **** and foot, and the Latin words were really accurate.
Jing Hengbo had no choice but to look up and see Mr. Mu jumping back from the window, and asked, "Where did you go? Why did you run out suddenly? Did you see something wrong?"
"Someone sneaked into the guard team just now," Mr. Mu said, "It seems to be an enemy of my Shadow Pavilion. I saw that the figure looked familiar, so I wanted to take the first shot, but I still got away."
Jing Hengbo raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and said, "People nowadays are becoming more and more cunning."
Mr. Mu smiled, and the man in brocade over there impatiently patted the thin lancet and said, "Start."
"What should you do if you can't control the strength, or do something deliberately?" Jing Hengbo was a little nervous.
She believed that her size was fine, but she couldn't trust Jin Yiren's character.
"If this is in our country." The man in brocade clothes said calmly, "You are already a dead person now."
"Who doesn't know how to pretend?" Jing Hengbo said immediately, "If you didn't have hostages in your hands, you would be an **** by now."
The man in brocade sighed—where did these women come from? All of them are sharp-tongued and have no gentle and virtuous upbringing. The men in that place must be very unlucky.
"Pray that your measurement is accurate." He said, "If you reported eight feet, it is actually eight feet one, and my dagger with an extra point will just kill you."
He picked up the dagger as thin as a willow leaf, walked to the copper coins, and was about to make a move when he suddenly said, "Oh, I forgot one thing."
Immediately, he turned around and took a black cloth from the table, and apologized to Jing Hengbo: "You were blindfolded earlier, of course you should also blindfold me now, that's only fair."
Jing Hengbo swallowed a mouthful of blood silently, and decided to quarrel with him or beat him violently after rescuing the hostage, otherwise this guy would retaliate every minute.
Jin Yi raised his hand, and the lancets in the box presented in Chinese in front of him flew up in unison, which was also the rhythm of multi-angle control.
Zirui was trembling slightly, her fate was hanging by a thread, she had to be nervous, but she gritted her teeth and dared not move, for fear that the movement would affect the position of the crystal and bring disaster to herself.
The man in brocade clothes made a move.
The fingers are strummed like a plucked string.
With a whistling sound, lightning flashed, and with a "crack", the crystal chip broke, and the lancet was nailed to the crystal chip, and Zirui's excited and trembling eyeballs were underneath.
Zirui let out an "ah", sweating coldly.
Jing Hengbo clenched his fingers tightly.
The man in brocade flicked his fingers like chasing feathers, and there was a continuous sound of "咻咻咻咻", flying lights and white electricity, criss-crossing, and the suspended copper plates were driven by the strong wind to tinkle and tinkle, accompanied by the continuous crackling of crystal chips shattering. voice, and Zirui exclaimed in a low voice uncontrollably.
The light in the room flew by, the air flow fluctuated, the black hair of the man in brocade was slightly scattered, and the eyebrows flew into the temples. And the sound of copper plates and crystals clashing is as crisp as crushed ice, and the timbre is beautiful.
If it wasn't for being nervous and worried about Zirui's situation, Jing Hengbo would have felt that this scene was just as picturesque.
But she was not in the mood to appreciate it, because now is a good opportunity.
The man in Jinyi was blindfolded and was concentrating on using his methods. He was extremely proud, he would not intentionally cheat and fail, and he would even try his best to do it perfectly. If there were no problems, he would pursue the most beautiful sound and light effects.
So only at this time, it is impossible for him to control the overall situation.
Jing Hengbo and Mr. Mu looked at each other.
The two of them stared closely at Jin Yiren's throwing knife, the last knife was whistling through the last copper plate, crushing the crystal on Zirui's thigh artery.
The moment the fragments fell.
The man in brocade was about to smile and take off the black cloth.
Jing Hengbo suddenly waved his hand.
The eight Willow Leaf Flying Knives flew up with a flash of cold light, and rushed towards the guards in the room separately.
The Chinese and Germans were very vigilant and immediately swung their knives.
But those light flying knives did not meet their bodies, but swished around the corners of their clothes a few times, making a few clicks, and some fragments of clothes fell from the ground.
The faces of the guards changed. Looking down at myself, some sleeves were missing half, some robes were half broken, and half of their hair was missing. Everyone's originally neat clothes were half destroyed.
The faces of the guards were ashen, worse than half of their bodies being chopped off.
At this time, the man in brocade also heard the wind, and pulled off the black cloth blindfolded. When he saw the guards, his face changed drastically for the first time, and he said angrily, "Get lost!"
Needless to say, the guards rolled away quickly. Jing Hengbo waved his hands repeatedly, trying to seize the three hostages at this moment, but he didn't expect to hear a rattling sound, and the three were dragged into the inner room together by the guards— At some point, the guards had already put chains on the hostages and themselves.
Jing Hengbo snorted angrily, and turned his head to look at the man in Jin Yi. The man in Jin Yi's face turned pale, as if he hadn't recovered from the great pain.
He cannot accept any asymmetry, seeing extreme asymmetry is more uncomfortable than cutting him with a knife.
At this time, he drove away the guards by himself, and became alone facing Jing Hengbo and Mr. Mu.
Jing Hengbo chuckled, raised his hand, and cut off half of his skirt with a single knife.
"Damn!" The man in brocade yelled in a low voice.
Jing Hengbo laughed loudly: "Obsessive-compulsive disorder!"
Mr. Mu smashed the dustpan on the ground with his palm, and the chestnut shells flew into the air, hitting the wall—half of the wall, of course.
There used to be calligraphy and paintings on the wall, but since Jin Yiren came, all the calligraphy and paintings have been taken down as footsteps. He can't tolerate anything on the wall.
Now half of the wall is white, and the other half is densely packed with brown chestnut shells.
The man in Jinyi felt that the hairs all over his body were about to stand on end. He raised his palm without dealing with Mr. Jing Hengbo Mu first, and with a bang, half the wall with chestnuts collapsed.
Jing Hengbo's eyes lit up, and he yelled, "There is also trypophobia! Please beehive!"
At this time there was no beehive, Mr. Mu laughed loudly, and said, "Here is a big one!" He raised his hand, and the whole table turned up, and Jing Hengbo commanded the flying knife, poking countless holes randomly on it.
It was dense and asymmetrical, so the man in brocade had to close his eyes and slap his palm. When he closed his eyes and slapped his palm, Mr. Mu slapped him on the shoulder.
The man in brocade clothes seemed to be able to see things with his eyes closed, and he almost turned over, and with a snort, Mr. Mu's iron palm tore off the clothes on his shoulders, leaving a blood-red scratch on his shoulders.
With a bang, the table shattered, and the two figures were separated at the touch of a touch, and each turned over and fell to the ground. Mr. Mu sat on the window sill and smiled. The man in brocade reached out, stroked his shoulder, licked his **** fingers, and said fascinatedly: "So my blood tastes like this..."
Jing Hengbo was about to scold and pretend, so he heard him say: "It's sweeter than others, let her try it next time..."
Jing Hengbo's hairs stood on end when he heard it, and felt that calling a pervert wasn't enough weight. Seeing that he refused to look at him, he chuckled and said, "I'll go save the hostage!" He turned back and rushed to the inner room.
The Jinyi man naturally wanted to follow him, Jing Hengbo pointed at the destroyed wall and shouted: "Hey, this wall is broken asymmetrically!"
The Jinyi man immediately turned his gaze away, and Jing Hengbo kicked the smashed table over, "Hey, this table is not symmetrical!"
She jumped up and down, smashed all the furniture in the house, broke a leg, cut half a face, removed a roof, and smashed them all in front of the man in brocade, "Hey, asymmetry, asymmetry, asymmetry!"
The man in brocade had no choice but to keep backing away, while trying not to look at the things that made him uncomfortable, and at the same time continue to slap and destroy these things.
But he wasn't just looking at Jing Hengbo, there was also Mr. Mu by the window.
With a "bang", his back hit the wall, and there was no way he could retreat.
At this time, Mr. Mu's figure flashed and appeared again. This time, he slapped his hip bone.
In front of the man in Jinyi was a pile of furniture, and behind the furniture was Jing Hengbo. He couldn't look at the furniture and Jing Hengbo, nor could he look at Mr. Mu, because Mr. Mu also cut off half of his sleeve.
He can only look at the sky.
The strange thing is that this man looked at the sky, and he could still feel the murderous intent. With a "swoosh", before Mr. Mu's palm could barely reach his hip, he slid up against the wall, and Mr. Mu only had time to catch him A piece of clothes also left a scar on his hip bone.
Because of this slip, Mr. Mu tore off a long piece of his robe and trousers.
The Jinyi man's face was not very good-looking, and he smiled to himself: "What are you doing grabbing my pants? Could it be that you are a rabbit?"
Mr. Mu smiled: "I just suspect that you are a eunuch."
The man in brocade clothes said indifferently: "You guys are smart enough to attack me like this. But I don't seem to have shown my habit in front of you, who told you?"
Jing Hengbo glanced at Mr. Mu, and Mr. Mu would naturally not admit that he just heard it. He just smiled and said, "Know yourself and your enemy, and you will be victorious in all battles."
"Did you win? It's still early." The man in brocade clothes lazily said, "The house is destroyed, all the furniture is destroyed, you two tell me, what's the asymmetry?"
Jing Hengbo was wondering if he might just shave half of his hair off to drive him crazy, when he suddenly heard Mr. Mu say loudly: "And you!"
Following his words, there was a bang, and a large mirror fell from the roof.
The mirror was as big as a screen, and it was the largest standing bronze mirror in the Dahuang Palace, which was specially used for the king to face up and straighten his clothes.
The bronze mirror fell right in front of the man in brocade, and when he looked up, he saw himself with a hole in his left shoulder and a piece of cloth in his right hip.
Asymmetrical!
"Hahahahaha, old Mu, you are amazing. You actually prepared a mirror here!" Jing Hengbo laughed loudly, "Quickly, destroy all asymmetrical objects!"
The man in brocade clothes seemed to want to vomit blood. He raised his hand. Jing Hengbo thought he was going to smash the mirror, but he was thinking that the brass mirror would not be broken. It was even more uncomfortable to see it after it was deformed, so he tore it off with a snort. A piece of robe bound the eyes.
"See what asymmetry you have given me this time?" he said.
"Tie your eyes and you still want to beat us?" Jing Hengbo shouted, thinking that this guy is really disgusting.
"Then we will die together." The Jinyi man said indifferently, "Once I die, they will definitely kill the hostages and then commit suicide. Everyone is done. It's good."
It's really a pervert who doesn't care about his own life, but must play to the end!
"Then I have no choice but to beat you!" Jing Hengbo rolled his sleeves and rushed forward. Mr. Mu didn't make a move, he didn't bother to besiege, and besides, he wanted to let Jing Hengbo vent his anger.
Silhouettes flashed and there were endless explosions. Along with the sound of rumbling objects collapsing, half of Ningxue Pavilion gradually became ruins. The collapse was basically caused by the man in Jinyi. He couldn't see things, but he was freed and could manipulate Those asymmetrical objects kept shooting at Jing Hengbo, but the accuracy was affected a little bit, and after all, he was injured, so the movements should be slower.
Jing Hengbo can no longer attack him with asymmetrical and intensive fear, but he has unparalleled teleportation and object control, at least he can protect himself. The figure of the man in brocade clothes is like a dragon, billowing smoke and dust, but she bounces around like a jumping bean, appearing behind him from time to time in a fit of cold. A lump of pig leg smashed the Jinyi man's bun, wet the soles of his shoes with the excrement in the latrine, and took a piece of cloth off the Jinyi man's buttocks with a fish net by the lake...
The two fought through the ruins, hit the kitchen, and finally came to the lake. Jing Hengbo manipulated a ball of fire and chased the man in Jin Yi. She didn't want to kill the man in Jin Yi, for fear that the guards of the man in Jin Yi would really kill the hostages. He fled and concentrated on dealing with the guards.
The man in brocade clothes fluttered his sleeves and flew across the lake. The lake in Ningxue Pavilion was very wide, frozen, and as bright as a mirror, but he couldn't stand down. Jing Hengbo didn't dare to teleport up. up.
Everyone in brocade was in mid-air, and stretched out his hand to move towards the shore, but before he could complete this movement, he suddenly felt a chill on his head, as if being brushed by an ice skate, and then the blindfold fell off. Looking down at the lake, he saw his own shadowy reflection on the ice.
The bun is crooked, the hair is long or short, the clothes are messy, one piece is dragged on the left and the other is hanging on the right, and there is another piece on the buttocks that is ostentatious, almost showing flesh...
Ahhh what the **** is this!
His eyes darkened, and his breath let out.
He fell with a bang.
With his martial arts, falling into the icy lake is nothing. He was about to get up when he heard an extremely small low sound. The hole he broke was sealed, and the parts below his waist were firmly frozen in the ice. He even felt that the ice layer was still rapidly condensing downwards, and felt that the frozen position was starting from his vital parts...
He immediately understood that someone was coming for revenge!
This person's actions are group abuse and crushing. He has never suffered such a big loss in his life. He only feels that some important parts are about to freeze off...
At this time, Mr. Mu also arrived, with an extra sword in his hand, ready to put it on his neck, hostage for hostage.
No need to ask, the guards will change obediently.
The man in Jinyi seemed unable to get out of trouble.