The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Feeling the thick calloused hand on his neck, a trace of disgust and cruelty quickly flashed through Mu Changying's eyes.

Her dim light disappeared in a flash, but her face still had that frightened look.

Seeing her like this, the gangster leader felt a strong sense of pride in his heart.

He pinched Mu Changying's neck, pulled the corner of his mouth with a stern look on his face and spoke loudly.

"Second Master Rong, you'd better stop right away, your wife is in my hands.

If you don't stop and I put a little force on my hand, this fragile flower will lose its fragrance immediately. "

In the crowd, the dozen or so people who rushed forward were already lying down in a large area. Each of them was unable to move. It was obvious that they were seriously injured.

Rong Liyuan turned around, the cloudy and cold aura on his face made people shudder.

There was anger in his eyes, "Oh? You'd better let go of your hand."

This hand actually pinched Yingbao's neck!

He stared at the gangster leader's hand with burning eyes and walked over the body of the lying man.

Seeing that he was about to save others, several people who had not yet fallen rushed forward to stop him.

"boom--"

This time, Rong Moyuan used all the strength in his hand, and the sharp dagger slashed across their bodies.

With blood gushing out, several people fell to the ground helplessly like butterflies with broken wings.

Under the moonlight, he walked slowly over countless people who had fainted. His black coat was stained with blood, and his aura was even more manic and ferocious.

At this moment, the man was like a god of death coming, the gangster leader's heart was lifted, and tension spread throughout his limbs.

There was a trace of panic in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal when he saw the hostage in his hand, "If you dare to act rashly... I will break her neck immediately!"

As long as this woman is still in his hands, Mr. Rong will not dare to act rashly.

Mu Changying regained her weak little white rabbit look, her eyes filled with coldness, "Oh?"

She opened her mouth slightly, placed her tongue on her upper teeth, and had an evil sneer on her face.

"Are you going to break my neck?"

Her voice rose slightly at the end, with a hint of fascination and charm but it was incredibly cold.

The gangster leader's rough eyebrows were furrowed, and the strength in his hands became a little stronger, and he shouted coldly, "Don't move, or I will send you to see the King of Hell immediately!"

What's going on with this woman? He always felt that something was wrong with her.

"Ah~ I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I'll break your head~"

Mu Changying chuckled lightly, with a chill in her brows. She turned her elbow back and slammed it into his chest, and turned her other hand to clasp his arm.

He was in pain, so he loosened his grip a little, and she turned her body back vigorously. In just an instant, their positions changed drastically.

"Now...it's you who is the prisoner~" Mu Changying smiled brightly and pinched the gangster leader's neck with her soft, boneless hands.

The fingers are obviously slender and white, and she looks like a young lady with no fingers touching the spring water, but her strength is strangely huge.

"Uh...cough cough cough..."

The gangster leader's neck was pinched, and the dagger in his hand was also taken away. He was temporarily at a disadvantage.

"A Yuan, do you think it would be good to twist off his head? Blow up the 'brain flowers' for the little Gu insects to eat."

Mu Changying pinched his neck with one hand and gently turned the sharp dagger with the other.

"It's too dirty. It's better to feed the dog."

Rong Liyuan walked up to the gangster leader and his eyes fell on the right hand that pinched Mu Changying just now.

The dagger in his hand turned twice, with a cold light, and then fell with a sharp wind.

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