Chapter 394 : Black Street Drag Race: I want this woman
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Seeing this, Hei Canji immediately threw away the lighter she had been playing with in her hand, and rushed to She Moyang's side, carefully trying to support She Moyang, who was simmering with anger.
Unexpectedly, She Moyang told him not to interfere.
She Moyang raised his head and stood up straight as if nothing had happened.
He raised the corners of his mouth in an evil way, looked at me with interest, and gave me an ambiguous kiss.
Madman! At this moment, I suddenly felt a sense of oppression that I had never felt before. That smile was more ferocious than a wolf.
"It hurts!" She Moyang raised his right hand, clenched his fist and hit his chest twice, but... why is it the position of the heart?
"Is that Darius? Here, take it if you like it."
She Moyang pulled out a medium-sized machete from nowhere. He held the handle and pointed at Darius fearlessly, as if he didn't even bother with his arm.
This person is absolutely crazy, he said it so lightly
"But...I want this woman"
He thought about it for a while, and it seemed that he suddenly remembered this sentence. Is he slandering me? Does it mean that I can only mention it in a small way?
After saying that, he took steps, holding a machete, and walked towards Darius and me step by step. Every step was so irrelevant to him.
He smiled evilly, like a crazy psycho with no normal thinking.
"Mo, don't." Hei Canji showed her uneasiness in front of me for the first time, but she didn't dare to stop her. She just stood there and watched anxiously as She Moyang walked closer and closer.
"Hu Da..." Their brothers over there also shouted in panic, but no one dared to stop them.
Arm? Will Darius want this arm?
"Please." She Moyang threw out the silver machete in his hand, and Darius just caught the back of the knife.
"Humph..." Amidst all the gazes, Darius snorted coldly and covered my eyes with his other hand.
Why is he blindfolding me? Could it be that...he really wants She Moyang's arm?
The noisy place suddenly seemed to be filtered by a muffler. Apart from the crackling sound of the fire, there was only a quiet and terrifying atmosphere.
"Wait a minute, haha... Green Turtle, you said his arms can't make ham or make soup. Look at that... this..."
Before the screams and exclamations erupted in the crowd, I rationally took off Darius' hand and blocked the hand that was about to drop the machete in time.