"Serve her well, otherwise no one will want to go out alive." Hua Guancai leisurely poured a cup of tea with a successful smile on her face and savored it slowly.
"Don't come over, don't come over." Hua Xuanji retreated helplessly, but the heat in her body did come in waves like a tide, and her hands became disobedient.
How could those big men listen to her words? The man who had just grabbed her hair rushed towards her first, and his rough palm reached towards Hua Xuanji's clothes.
"No, no." Even though the voice was hoarse, Hua Xuanji's voice was still so persistent. Her white lips left a row of tooth marks because of her patience. When her hands were blocking her randomly, she suddenly ran into the white flame that had been hiding in her arms.
Sent to the moon.
Almost without time to react, the second the man rushed over, Hua Xuanji raised Zhan Yue and stabbed him in his crotch, and a blood light suddenly soared into the sky.
The messy and dark secret room was filled with strong bloody smell, followed by the man's scream of fainting. Everyone else took two steps back with fear, looking at the crotch covering his crotch in disbelief.
The man screaming.
"Bang." The teacup in Hua Guancai's hand quickly fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. After a while, he spoke with difficulty: "What are you all standing there? How many big men are afraid of a woman?"
He raised his hand high and slashed the moon. Bright red blood drops on the silver blade, blooming on the ground like flowers.
At this time, Hua Xuanji's ink hair had completely scattered, completely wrapping her petite body, revealing her delicate cheeks, and her body was still trembling, but a chuckled at the corner of her mouth.
It highlights the helplessness of the flower crown color beside it.
Suddenly, a strong heat came, and Hua Xuanji's hand suddenly softened, and Zhan Yue in his hand couldn't help but jingle and land on the ground. The unbearable aura in his lower body made Hua Xuanji tremble continuously, and his consciousness became blurred.
He reached out and pulled off the outermost material.
The snow-white shoulders were immediately exposed, exposed to the cold air. Hua Xuanji couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, this action must be the ultimate temptation in front of several men who were eyeing each other.
A man first quickly moved forward and kicked the fallen Zhan Yue aside with his feet. His lustful eyes seemed to be about to swallow Hua Xuanji. His thick palms had already covered her shoulders, and while pulling his belt, the other
He was ready to pull off the last shackles of Hua Xuanji's body with one hand.
"Bang." At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed in front of the man's eyes. With a click, the big palm that had not touched Hua Xuanji was hanging indifferently.
What followed was a red robe.
Everyone's eyes immediately looked towards the origin of the fan. The first thing that caught his eye was a dazzling red dress. The belt embroidered with cloud patterns made his figure look straighter, and his ink hair was scattered like silk threads.
The shoulders and under the bridge of the high nose trembled slightly because of the angry thin lips. The cold and thin eyes made people tremble involuntarily after seeing it.
Ye Hua's hand trembled, and the folding fan turned around and returned to Ye Hua's hand.
Hua Guancai stood up in disbelief. Although she looked down on Ye Hua, she did something wrong at this time and her speech became intermittent: "You, why are you here?"
Ye Hua didn't even look at her. His cold eyes narrowed slightly, and there was no expression on his cold face. He hand-painted the fan in his arms, quickly walked forward and picked up Hua Xuanji, who was almost fainting, and picked himself up.
He took off his red robe to cover her, hugged her horizontally and turned toward the secret room full of pungent blood.
"You." Hua Guancai came to Japan without intending to let Hua Xuanji go out alive. If that were the case, wouldn't she have completely finished complaining to the prince, so she hurriedly stepped forward and said to stop it.
"Get out." The cold and domineering aura came coldly with a magnetic voice, without any slight waves, but the feeling of being forced to be heard.
Xiaojiu also quickly followed. Today, the prince of his family had some idea. After hearing that the prince was taken out of the palace by Hua Xuanji, he said that something might happen to Hua Xuanji, but he even brought him over without thinking.
He knew the prince's mind. Xiaojiu turned around and stopped the Huaguancai that rushed up, warning: "If the princess does not want the prince to know about this, it is best not to follow up again."
Although she called the Empress, Xiaojiu did not give her a respectful tone. Who made her bully her prince? She rolled her eyes, ran a few steps, and followed Ye Hua.
When Hua Guancai heard that he was not going to tell the prince, he knew that he could not do anything to Ye Hua, so he stopped. Looking at Xiaojiu's arrogant look, he stomped his feet in resentment, and looked at the man who was wailing under his crotch.
, suddenly rushed to the top of his head in one breath, and kicked him angrily.
He looked at the direction of Ye Hua leaving in disbelief and patted his head, blaming himself forgot to close the door of the secret room. However, a hint of doubt flashed indifferently, why did he come back?
He waved to a man who looked more sensitively behind him and said softly and seriously: "Go and see who that woman is. Remember, don't be discovered. If you are discovered, you don't have to come back to see me.
I heard it, no."
"Yes, yes, yes." The man answered several times in a row, quickly following Ye Hua's footsteps.
The bright red nails were deeply trapped in the flesh, and the smile on Hua Guancai's face looked extremely ferocious in the dark hut. Suddenly, she felt that the unyielding woman just now looked like the concubine of the Hua family who slapped her, but
I'm not sure.
A flash of light flashed in Mo Hei's eyes, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise a little further. If it were her, her consequences would definitely be heavier than they are now.
[The author of the Children's Shoes has something to say: Children who don't speak up after reading the text are not good children... The cat is happy and disappears... Crying]