No, we can't just admit defeat! Xia Wumo suddenly regained his fighting spirit and reached out for the sharp stone not far away. After thinking for a long time, he became ruthless. The hand that picked up the stone suddenly hit him hard on the forehead.

Blood flowed down like a steady stream of water. The men had never seen such a crazy woman, and they were all shocked.

Her mind became clearer due to the pain. What on earth did this give her? A charm drug... Xia Wumo stood up with difficulty, ignoring the blood on her head. She tremblingly took out a small golden pistol from her arms and pointed it at them.

On the forehead, "You all go to hell...".

"Touch!" Accompanied by a gunshot, a man died with a fearful face. On his forehead, there was a huge hole.

The remaining men looked at each other in confusion, and finally nodded in unison, running towards Xia Wumo and grabbing the small pistol in her hand. Xia Wumo felt like she was sinking again, sinking... as if she was in a dark and boundless space.

It's extremely hot inside.

Tears of humiliation actually climbed to the corners of Xia Wumo's eyes, and finally she uttered a weak word, "Ye...".

"Quala...!" The people in the warehouse were kicked away fiercely, and Leng Yexin's tall figure was reflected in the men's big hands tearing Xia Wumo's clothes. Leng Lengye's anger rose, and a huge chill surrounded them,

Exuding bone marrow, so cold

A murderous intention as bloody as hell surged into Leng Lengye's heart. His collar turned white. He stepped forward and grabbed a man's neck and lifted him up. At least this man weighed 200 pounds. Leng Lengye actually

It's easy to mention that this man is really scary.

"Gaba!" There was a sound of bones breaking, and blood slipped out of the corner of his mouth and slowly dripped on the straw.

It took less than five minutes to deal with these men one by one. Leng Lengye hurriedly supported Xia Wumo, glanced at her tattered skirt and wrapped his suit around her body, and hugged her. He moved gently as if he were treating himself.

The same treasure.

Xia Wumo knew "he" was coming, and suddenly felt that she really needed a sense of security, such as this warm and firm embrace.

A crystal teardrop slid down Xia Wumo's hot cheek, dripping on the black suit on the cold night. It bloomed into a mandala of black death flowers.

Leng Leng Ye's heart throbbed violently, and he licked away her tears sadly, whispering softly in her ear, "I'm sorry, I'm late..."
Chapter completed!