Mr. Qin forced to rub the blood off Yan Tao's back and moved her hand away lightly.

Cordo turned grief and anger into motivation, and looked cold, "King of Hell, since you don't hand over the things, I'll take them myself! Brothers, come!"

They did not use guns, they all rely on fists and feet.

There is no need to send your life into the task of finding things.

Cordo and Lian Feng fought together, and the two sides were coming and going, and the sound of fists and feet colliding from time to time sounded.

Qin Zong sat on the stone, suddenly frowned coldly, pulled Yan Tao up, and a sharp wind sound brushed the man's ears.

He narrowed his eyes covering Han Shuang, pushed Yan Tao away, kicked out his long legs, and his cold and hard military boots hit the man's chest.

"Bang!"

He lifted the man out, and four people rushed out of the forest, and attacked like lightning, entangled Qin Zong.

Young Master Yan staggered back and took a step back. She felt the sound of wind caused by the person behind her back. The peach blossom eyes raised their eyes and didn't take action, allowing him to cut his neck with one hand.

The young man fell down unconsciously.

Lian Feng saw this scene from afar and his eyes leapt: What else does this little ancestor want to do?

That day in Qingyang City, more than 20 elites of War Eagles were besieged, and they didn't even touch the corner of the boy's clothes.

Just casually knocked down with one knife?

joke.

Qin Zong also saw this scene.

This little bastard, I don't know what thoughts he has.

Qin Zong had a handsome face expressionless and punched two of them, while his upper body suddenly leaned back to avoid the attack.

He turned over and kicked the remaining two with fierce legs and wind. His military boots stepped on one of his neck, and his cold eyes set on the path where the boy left, and the cold air in his phoenix eyes was bone-broken.

Xiaoqi: Master, what are you holding back?

Yan Tao kicked over seriously: What nonsense!

I am your master!

Xiaoqi compromised helplessly: Okay, master, what are you holding on?

Yan Tao...

She felt that it was time to put it on the agenda when returning to the factory to reset it.

"Col. The man is caught."

Yan Tao fell to the ground, and she screamed in pain, pretending to be awakened, and woke up in a daze.

When Miyamoto's eyes fell on the boy's face, a stunning and surprise flashed in his eyes.

What a beautiful boy.

The facial features are exquisite and perfect, as if they were drawn. Even if they fell to the ground, their outstanding temperament could not be covered.

"Hello, I'm Masaichi Miyamoto."

People will always be more tolerant of good-looking things or people.

Miyamoto Masaichi smiled and scolded his subordinates coldly, "I asked you to invite someone over, who told you to throw him?!"

but……

"Why is it a teenager? Not a girl?"

The subordinate was also a little confused: "It must be him, but she wore a skirt last night."

Yan Taomans stood up in an orderly manner, and his simple white hands tidied up his lower collar, making his voice more and more colder, "What kind of clothes I am willing to wear? Does it have anything to do with you?"

Miyamoto Masaichi looked around Yan Tao and saw the young man smiling on his lips, and his scattered posture was very similar to the rich young master.

There are so many Chinese women's clothing bosses.

Miyamoto Masaichi thinks this boy is playing something.

How could a girl have such a romantic and evil temperament and posture?

He smiled and said, "What Mr. Yan wants to wear is your right. I invite you here today, and there is no malice. Don't worry, as long as the King of Hell hand over the things, I will never do anything to you."

Yan Tao smiled: "You'd better stop laughing, it's too ugly."
Chapter completed!