Zhang Jiao was stunned for a moment, and then looked Hai Linger up and down. In three years, Hai Linger had become even more charming and sexy.
A few seconds later, Zhang Jiao said coldly: "Go away!"
Zhang Jiao knew that this girl was the princess of the Haixia tribe and had a special status, but when she fell into his hands, he had no sympathy for her at all.
Hai Ling'er shook her head, with a determined look on her face: "As long as I'm here, you can't even think of hurting Brother Wuya."
"Ling'er!" Yue Wuya was so anxious that he shouted: "Leave me alone, today I will lend him some courage and see if he dares to chop off my hand."
Hai Ling'er shook her head resolutely: "Brother Wuya, you protected me before, now I will protect you."
Immediately, Hai Ling'er stared at Zhang Jiao: "You bad guy, three years ago, Sect Leader Yue kindly spared your life, but instead of being grateful, you came to harm his family. A scum like you will not die a good death.
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"Crack!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Jiao became furious and slapped Hai Ling'er hard on the face.
"Bitch girl, how dare you talk to me like that? Who am I? It's your turn to make irresponsible remarks?! You're looking for death!" Zhang Jiao said coldly, raised his hand, and hit Hai Ling'er seven or eight times.
Next, each slap is harder than the last!
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
The crisp sound keeps ringing!
Hai Ling'er is so weak, how can she bear it?! At this time, blood seeped out from the corners of her mouth, and her legs were extremely weak. But she still shouted: "Bad guy, devil, you can't die well, you can't die well..."
This bad guy deceived everyone and even wanted to cut off brother Wuya's hand. There is no more hateful bad guy in the world than him.
Hearing this, Zhang Jiao was furious. He had been famous for thousands of years and was once the leader of the Yellow Turban Army who dominated the world. But now he was scolded by a girl. How could he bear it?
In anger, Zhang Jiao slapped him harder and harder!
"Hai Ling'er..."
"Zhang Jiao, you, a senior martial artist, are you still a human being when you bully a little girl?"
"Damn it, come to me if you can..."
Seeing this scene, Sun Dasheng, Ren Yingying, Yue Wuya and others all had their eyes red and kept shouting at Zhang Jiao.
Especially Yue Wuya, whose eyes were bloodshot and red, almost bursting with rage.
Hai Ling'er was so gentle and virtuous, yet she was so abused by Zhang Jue. Seeing her miserable look, I just felt like my heart was cut by a knife.
"hehe..."
Hearing the yells from Yue Wuya and others, Zhang Jiao showed an evil smile: "You can't stand it after just a few slaps? Let me tell you, I will not only beat her, but I will also kill her."
Saying that, Zhang Jiao looked at Yue Wuya: "Boy, do you like this princess of the Haixia tribe? Today, I will let you feel what it feels like to have your loved one die in front of you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jue's inner strength surged, and he hit Hai Linger's heart with a fierce palm!
In an instant, the expressions of Sun Dasheng, Ren Yingying and others all changed drastically, and their hearts were in their throats.
Brother Wuya... we will meet again in the next life.
Seeing Zhang Jue's slap, Hai Linger couldn't stop crying and closed her eyes in despair.
Yue Wuya's eyes were bloodshot, and he struggled hard to break free from the rope, but he couldn't use his inner strength, so it was of no use.
"Master!" At this critical moment, an urgent cry came, with a pleading look on his delicate face.
It's ice.
Seeing Han Bing, Zhang Jiao frowned and withdrew his palm forcefully!
Plop!
Han Bing bent his legs and knelt directly in front of Zhang Jiao, begging: "I beg you, please spare Hai Ling'er, just for the sake of our master and apprentice. Please, spare me."
Got her..."
When he said all this, Han Bing almost cried.
Hai Ling'er and her brother were in love with each other, so how could he bear to see her fade away? If Hai Ling'er died, how sad his brother would be.
