A few people were about to rush up, and suddenly an invisible barrier blocked them. There was no time to stop and rush straight up, then the barrier fluctuated and suddenly they bounced off.
Su Kui glanced at Shen Wang, "Yes, very handsome!"
The dimples on Shen Miao's cheeks sink, showing that he is in a good mood, "Thank you!"
The expressions of the people around them can no longer be described as horror. Reminiscent of Qian Biliang's tragic death, no one dared to rush to death.
The reason why Qian Biliang is their boss is because he is a supernatural person, and he is the most capable of them.
And now, Qian Biliang hadn't even had time to release his supernatural powers, so he was chopped into mashed meat silently.
I can't tear it thinly, my scalp will explode just thinking about it.
"Ding Ding Ding—"
Mo Hong rubbed his head and ran up. Han Yuran obviously moved faster than him. He stepped up in a big step, and saw Qin Weilan sitting in a pool of blood blankly, with something unsightly beside him.
His feet stopped, "Wei, Azure...?"
Qin Weilan looked up, tears rushed into her beautiful eyes, she stood up and wanted to pounce into Han Yuran's arms and cry, but was dodged by Han Yuran seemingly inadvertently.
"Yu Ran, you..." Qin Weilan bit her lower lip with her teeth, and looked at Han Yuran with tears.
Han Yuran felt soft, but when he thought of what might happen, he really didn't want to face it. He forced himself to turn his head and refused to look at her.
He knew that Qin Weilan was not to blame for this incident, but that they, as men, did not protect their beloved women. However, as long as you think that your beloved woman has been under someone else and asked other men to do the same thing they did, it feels unbearable.
With bleeding from the bite of his lips, Qin Weilan said nothing, slowly looking at Mo Hong with a weeping expression.
Under the gaze of everyone, Mo Hong's eyes flashed. Amidst Qin Weilan's disappointment, he walked with a sigh, his palm hesitated for a moment, and finally fell on her back, patted comfortingly, and whispered, "It's okay. Don’t be afraid, it’s all over, ah."
Qin Weilan suddenly felt relieved, and she lay down in Mo Hong's arms and cried out loudly, "Ahong, I didn't, I was not..."
Mo Hong interrupted her, "It's okay, don't talk about it anymore, be good."
The body in his arms froze, and the eyes of Qin Weilan, who was distorted, radiated infinite resentment.
Are all the men in the world a model? !
Su Kui looked at the farce in front of him, and exclaimed, "Tragedy—"
A pair of big palms behind her clasped her waist and pulled her into a embrace full of clear aura. She put her clean chin on top of her head, and the low voice said leisurely: "Tragedy is more deeply rooted, isn't it?"
Su Kui tilted her head, spit out without the slightest emotion, "My dear, you are really a typical *ist."
Shen Zui smiled lightly, his vibrating chest was attached to Su Kui's thin and thin back, and it was clearly conveyed to her heart through the thin expectation, "Then do you still love it?"
Looking down, her thick and long eyelashes trembled, Su Kui slowly sighed, "Love—"
How can you not love
In the corner of the light, the once handsome and sunny man now hides behind the crowd, a huge black scar is formed on his left cheek, his figure is rickety, and he is no longer vigorous.
At this moment, there was no gloating in Qin Weilan's eyes, only a trace of unnoticeable melancholy remained.
A word of love since ancient times, the most hurtful.