Su Jinran completely ignored Xiao Yu'er's knife pressed against his abdomen, turned around and ordered his men: "Fei Luan, if I die, that girl will take advantage of you. You can do whatever you want!"
"Su Jinran!" Xiao Yu'er shouted coldly, grabbed one of his arms and removed the joint on his shoulder.
How dare you insult her sister like this is unforgivable!
Su Jinran's arm was in severe pain, and it hung weakly by her side. There were big drops of water on her forehead, but he still smiled evilly, "Fei Luan, remember my words, I can do it even if she suffers! This is how she has been dealt with."
Your master, if you don’t take good care of the little beauty in your hands, how can you treat her well?"
Fei Luan held Xiao Shui'er in his hand, looked at the knife in Xiao Yu'er's hand, then looked at the young master's face, and hesitantly stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Shui'er's shoulder.
"How dare you!" The Swiss Army Knife in Xiao Yu'er's hand was pressed against Su Jinran's throat at some point. She looked at Fei Luan, and there was a majesty and dominance in her sweet and sweet voice that no one dared to ignore.
"If you dare to lay a finger on my sister, the next second, you can collect the corpse for your master!"
The huge energy and aura emanating from Xiao Yu'er made Fei Luan believe that she was definitely not just talking. He held Xiao Shui'er's shoulders with cold sweat in his hands.
