"Ahem!" Jie Kang held the stone with one hand and tried to stand up, but with the other hand he touched his chest tightly, as if he fell hard.

Before the blood stains on the corners of his mouth could be wiped clean, there was another man in front of him, with black hair and black eyes, and even a fluffy tail gradually appeared behind him, which was also black.

The hair is beautiful, and I can see that it is well maintained.

But the focus now seems to be not about the problem of hair or not, but the breath of the man in front of him tells him that this man definitely wants to kill himself.

He doesn't even think about who he is, let alone his background.

He was almost out of breath with a suffocating oppressive feeling. At this moment, a wicked smile was on the corner of the man's mouth, and his black eyes stared at him tightly, like the prey he had locked. Staring.

The right hand, slowly raised, the milky white bone whip, as it slowly rises, while twisting his body, I don't know if he noticed the breath of the prey, and became a little excited.

"The person who hurt Xiaoxiao, you know, never lived the next day." When the words fell, the milky white bone whip, Hao drew on Jie Kang's body relentlessly, again and again, bringing a lot of it. Tiny blood beads.

In the surrounding grass, small blood-red flowers bloomed one after another. They were coquettish and bloody, but they were surprisingly beautiful.

Under the sun, the blood drops were as coquettish as the superb red rose in full bloom, and they seemed to be blood-red pearls, but Tamo stood by without touching a drop.

Yi is so noble and unattainable, if you ignore this **** scene, you will even feel that Ta Mo's whip swing is so handsome and intriguing.

"Ah!" What followed was, of course, Jie Kang's scream higher than a loud scream, shocking the birds in the forest, flying around, and for a while, the whole forest was composing a strange movement.

It was the rustle caused by the flying birds, the sharp screams of Jie Kang being beaten, and the almost indifferent and merciless beats of the whip.

"Ah! Ah! Don't fight, don't fight!" Jie Kang kept rolling, and soon, his face became pale, his crimson hair, like it was soaked in water, did not have the first time. The dazzling sense of flame burning.

I only felt that it was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered without a fight back, and he could only beg for mercy blindly.

Compared with the blood flowing out from the wound on Mi Xiaoxiao's back, it is more than inferior. The whole person seems to have just been fished out of blood, and there is a special effect of shooting a ghost film.

"Don't fight, don't fight, although she is my injury, but this kind of person shouldn't bother you to do it yourself, I, I, I do it myself, I do it myself." Jie Kang really can't stand it anymore. If you continue to fight, you must die.

I don't know what the whip in his hand is. It looks effortless, but it hurts like a heart when it is drawn on him. There is no whip, and it will not be bloody.

This beating took away half of his life!

"No, you are wrong again. For those who have hurt my woman, the master likes to do it by himself, repaying a hundred times and one thousand times, and he never feels dirty."

The woman you dote on, you might even move her the slightest, so what right do outsiders have to hurt? Still the same sentence, move her and kill the whole family.

Not to mention that he is bloody, but all people have weaknesses, and Xiaoxiao is not his weakness.

Is his bottom line.

Whoever touches it will die.