Chapter 1830 The third style of slap in the face 4
She looked up at her, and her palm of her palm was bright red and sticky blood ... The strong bloody smell gradually returned her consciousness.
"You ..." Zuo Qingyu was unbelievable looking at Feng Wu, "Do you hit me?"
Zuo Qingyu has never been beaten in this life, so she hasn't returned to God yet.
but--
Feng Wu ignored her at all, and even Feng Wu completely ignored her.
For Fengwu, the most important thing is Qiu Ling.
This has taken care of her since she was a child, and she took care of her, and the whole girl who was full of Zhou Zhou.
"Girl--" Qiu Ling saw his face, the pale and bloodless face, and he held a smile in a difficult manner: "Miss ... Qiu Ling before dying ... finally saw you ..."
Feng Wu glanced at her: "What kind of nonsense, what is the dead, who dares to let you die? Isn't it very bone just now?
Qiu Ling was still very calm, but after seeing her girl, the more I thought about it, the more I was wronged.
"Girl ... Woohoo ... Girl, Qiu Ling is actually very scared ..."
Feng Wu patted her head curiously: "Okay, okay, look back and talk to your elm head, see how your girl, how can I get revenge for you!"
Feng Wu put down Qiu Ling and stood up slowly.
When Feng Wu stood up, her mild atmosphere of Qiu Lingshi disappeared instantly, and replaced it was the murderous anger!
Feng Wu turned his head, and those cold -killing eyes stared at Zuo Qingyu tightly.
And Zuo Qingyu at this moment ...
She was looking at her own left hand, and her other hand covered a big wound like a bowl of mouth.
The wound of her back brain was too big, she covered it tightly, and the blood was still flowing out like a spring water.
The three princesses do not know when to retreat behind Zuo Qingyu.
Her standing angle can just see Zuo Qingyu's back, but at this moment-
Zuo Qingyu's entire back was soaked by blood.
The scarlet liquid flows down from the back of the head, and the shirt is more red, and the Didi answers flow to the ground.
Soon, her footsteps extended backwards, that is, a clear blood, and the blood still spread out.
A person's blood is limited. How can you stand this flow?
The three princesses stared at Zuo Qingyu's huge wound. Somehow, I suddenly started to panic ...
She has a bad hunch in her heart ...
Her feet retreated subconsciously, quietly retreating again ...
The three princess retreat silently, but Feng Wu stepped forward step by step, and finally set in front of Zuo Qingyu.
"Feng Wu, you dare to hurt me, you, live, but dare, hurt, me!" Zuo Qingyu was so angry that she stared at Su Luo fiercely, saying a word.
The corner of Feng Wu's mouth raised a slight arc, and stared at Zuo Qingyu with a smile: "I hurt you, how about it?"
"you--"
Zuo Qingyu hadn't spoken in a word, Feng Wu raised his arm, and a fierce force revealed from her palm!
Alas!
Taking a lot of slap towards Zuo Qingyu's face!
"ah--"
Zuo Qingyu flew out by the whole person who was drawn by Feng Wu!
A loud noise.
Her body hit the pillar again and was bounced back by heavily.
Originally a big wound, more and more bleeding.
"I not only hurt you, but also kill you!" Feng Wu's gaze seemed to kill God, showing a strong murderous intention!
A strong sense of oppression, shrouded on Zuo Qingyu's head.