Male God, a Little Su

"Haha? What did you say? Camera?"

The tall man seemed to have heard some big joke, and he laughed, "Even if it was filmed, it was you who came in voluntarily. What, did we force you? Huh?!"

Two fair-skinned, delicate-looking girls were in front of him.

If they don't move, it's hell.

"What to do, what to do with smoke..." Meng Baoer held Su Yan's hand tightly.

Su Yan patted her back lightly and said in a trembling voice, "Don't come here, I warn you—"

"Yo? Warn us?"

"I'm really scared to death~ I lied to you, haha, what can you do with me—ah—"

The man who had just started dragging Su Yan in said, then walked towards Su Yan frivolously, with a fearless appearance.

Meng Baoer closed his eyes in despair.

In the next second, what I imagined did not happen, but instead heard a painful scream belonging to a man.

With tears in her eyes, she opened her eyes.

The wine bottle on the table smashed to the ground, and the strongest man in the entire box was clutching his stomach and fell to the ground in pain and retching.

The girl's sweet voice sounded in his ears, with a bit of indifference, "I said don't come here, why don't you listen, eh?"

Su Yan tilted her head, her face still looked panicked, but her eyes showed contempt and hostility.

Looks like a good show.

Meng Baoer was stunned, tears still hanging on her eyelashes.

"Smoke, smoke?"

"My goodness, wipe away your tears, and when Yanyan gets rid of them, I'll take you home—"

Su Yan handed her a few pieces of paper and patted her on the head dotingly.

The man felt that his stomach was going to be smashed by Su Yan, and he retched a few times, "MD stinky watch! Tonight I will kill them, I will take her last name!"

As soon as the words fell, several other men responded.

Su Yan tilted her head and avoided the man's fist, trying not to laugh, "It's so weak."

She murmured, her little hands clenched into fists and punched in his stomach, successfully seeing the opponent sluggish for a second. In the next instant, Su Yan bent her knees and raised her legs, slamming into the opponent's lower body.

Su Ro's figure is very fast, not like a modern popular fighting technique.

On the contrary, it is more like the mysterious ancient martial arts broadcast on TV!

It was only a few minutes, and the box was in a mess.

Meng Bao'er stared at Su Rou blankly, her face flushed and her eyes full of admiration.

Not long ago, she thought she was dead.

In the blink of an eye, the situation took a dramatic turn.

Smoke is awesome!

Su Yan rubbed her wrist and clicked her tongue. After all, it is not her previous life, she has skills and no inner strength. But Rao is so, she is also a generation of generals who came out from the thousands of troops. It's more than enough to deal with a few flower fists and embroidered legs!

Several men looked at Su Yan in horror. Under the dim light, the girl's delicate face was like a doll in the window.

But at this moment, under absolute violence.

Not to mention how creepy it is!

Su Yan wanted to step on the tattooed man's face without smiling, and leaned over, "You want my surname, but I don't want your ugly son! For someone like you, keeping this thing is a scourge, Why don't I destroy it for you-"

"Boom..."

The door of the box was torn apart after being violently damaged.

A tall, stern-faced man stood at the door, looking at everything in the box, frowning slightly.