"Let her go!"

Shanluo, who was crushed to the ground, roared in blood, like a wild beast roaring. Michael, who was originally looking at Yang Shixian with a blurred look, was also interrupted by him. He turned around and squinted his eyes and looked at Shanluo, making people unable to guess what he thought.:/

"She is Yang Shixian in your mouth? Haha, Louis, Heimansha, Yang Shixian, your disguise is really deep." Michael said meaningfully, and at the end he turned his attention to Yang Shixian.

Gentle and love filled his eyes, but soon he was replaced by hatred. The hatred of killing his father and mother is irreconcilable. Hei Mansha, you must die!

"Let her down! Let her down!"

Holding the severe pain from the back of his head, Shan Luo roared at Michael with a ferocious expression. At this moment, Yang Shixian didn't know how to live or die, but from her bloody white shirt, she was obviously seriously injured, which made his inner anger even more intense.

Shanluo's appearance seemed to be in a splitting heart in Michael's eyes. He thought Shanluo was also Yang Shixian's admirer, which made him sympathize with Shanluo, and he was a poor person who was fooled by this woman.

"Give him some fun!"

Michael stretched out his fingers and shook his fingers, his every move was full of masculine charm. Upon hearing this, a yellow man nodded and took out a machete from his waist. The knife face was shining with a cold light, which made people feel heartbroken.

Yang Shixian, who was held by a white man nearly two meters tall, opened her eyes in a daze and happened to see the yellow man pulling his sword in front of the lonely man.

"Huh...is that a one-sided fall...Isn't he in the game..."

Yang Shixian thought dizzyly, her eyes opened and closed, and Shan Luo happened to see this scene. He immediately shouted happily: "Yang Shixian, wake up!"

As soon as this said, everyone turned their eyes to Yang Shixian, even Michael. When he saw Yang Shixian wake up, his expression suddenly became complicated.

Falling lovers are always the most hurtful, especially those who struggle between love and hate.

"Shenluo..." Yang Shixian, who was unconscious, raised her right hand and pointed it at Shanluo hard and said. Her voice seemed weak and powerless, but her movements made Shanluo's mind explode, while Michael beside her was almost angry.

No matter who sees this picture, he will think that Shan Luo and Yang Shixian are a miserable couple. How could Michael, who already admires Yang Shixian, not angry?

"Kill him quickly!"

Michael tore open his hypocritical appearance and roared angrily. Hearing this, the yellow man standing in front of him slashed his sword. Yang Shixian, who was originally in the mental chaos, suddenly opened her eyes wide, blood splattered, everything seemed to be still, and the space was silent.

"Well……"

The yellow man holding the knife looked under him in shock, and the mercenaries around him were also shocked. Yang Shixian struggled to break free from the giant man's hand. Of course, this was successful at Michael's sign. As soon as she landed, she collapsed on the ground. She looked at Shan Luo with a complicated face, muttering his name in her mouth.

Shan Luo used his right arm to block the falling machete. The blade penetrated at least two centimeters into his arm. Blood dripped down his arm and fell on his left hand that was supporting the floor. His bloody hair continued to rise and fall with his breathing. The deep breathing sound was like a beast, which made people feel uneasy.

"Oh? You dare to use your arms to block the knife. You have a strong will to survive!" Michael said jokingly, and as he spoke, he walked to the sidelines.

With a bang, he stepped on Shanluo's head, and his face was crushed directly to the floor. The shocking blood slowly overflowed along his face, making it look dazzling on the white tiles.

"What qualifications do you have to make her so in love?"

Michael said expressionlessly, and as he said, he stepped on Shan Luo again without leaving any strength. Even the mercenaries around him had their eyelids twitched. Yang Shixian, who had been anesthetized by the anesthesia bomb, could only fall to the ground and see Shan Luo be destroyed by Michael. She didn't even have the strength to speak, and the darkness kept eroding her consciousness.

"don't want……"

She murmured to herself, but the voice was too small and no one could hear it. The entire passage was only echoed with Michael's roar. The yellow man also pulled out the machete on his arm and retreated aside. The other mercenaries also took a few steps back, leaving room for Michael to vent his jealousy.

"What qualifications do I have?"

At this moment, Shanluo's low and weak voice suddenly sounded, which was so shocked that Michael couldn't help but move. Then Shanluo slowly raised his head. At this time, his entire face was stained with blood, like a demon crawling out of hell. His eyes were filled with blood and looked at Michael and said word by word:

"I am the king!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up with his hands on the ground, trembling all over his body and wanted to get up. At this moment, even the mercenaries couldn't help but admire his will, but unfortunately he would die in the end.

"Bang!"

The angry Michael kicked the selves in the belly, rolling him three times, and stopping by the wall.

He smiled anxiously and said, "Wang? You are just a joke. If you were the king, you wouldn't fall to the ground like a dog!"

This instantly made Shan Luo's eyes open, and the blood in his eyes was so bright that it looked like two small red lanterns, like corpses. Unfortunately, no one saw it. Then he shook his body and stood up. This time he stood up quickly, which was so shocked that the mercenaries approached, but were stopped by Michael.

"Why, you still want to struggle? But this time I don't plan to let you die happily. I want to torture you!"

Michael, who was twisted by jealousy, grinned. The transformation from a gentleman to a demon was fully displayed in him, and even the mercenaries were heartbroken.

This guy is absolutely psychopathic!

"Torture me? Haha, how do you want to torture me?"

Shan Luo leaned against the wall and asked with a smile, making people unable to see his expression. His trembling body gave people the feeling of falling to the ground at any time, but no one noticed that two sharp fangs were slowly growing out of his mouth, and the blood on his face was slowly sinking into his skin.

Hearing the words alone, Michael felt a perverted pleasure. He said coldly: "I will pull out all your nails, cut off your tongue, and take your eyes, so that you can endure hunger every day. Whenever you are about to fall asleep, I will send someone to pour water on you, making him unable to sleep. Every day I will torture your flesh/body and destroy your spirit!"

As soon as these words were spoken, even some mercenaries couldn't help but shivered. It seemed that their employer was really mentally distorted.

"You are so cruel...but...I will be kind to you..." Shan Luo said intermittently, as he spoke, leaving the wall's support. He walked with difficulty, facing Yang Shixian.

"I'll just drink your blood!"
Chapter completed!