The whole face was covered with severe pain, and the sound of the broken nose bone exploded directly in the brain.

The screams choked in his throat, followed by a brief light.

But before he could see the surroundings clearly, his vision quickly rose, and the hair on the back of his head was tightly pulled up, as if he was tied to a war horse.

He could only see the crystals with halos overlapping on the ceiling.

Bang!

The forehead hit Fang Bing, and the irregular rectangle completely cracked.

Leslie still held the cup, using only his right hand and right foot, and while maintaining a sitting position, he beat the nobleman who had received royal fighting training to his death paralyzed.

She seemed to lift up the garbage, and exerted a little force to make the other person lie on the bar.

Half a cup of mint-smoked wine was poured on his face, rinsing off the blood, and stimulating the wound, allowing consciousness and soul to return to this body.

The male nobleman could not move, and his knees became weak under the horse stance.

"Open your mouth, I'll choose for you."

Leslie said softly, the silence of drinking alone in the night was broken, leaving only the fearsome coldness like a sirens.

"Well, no, cough cough."

The remaining bit of wine was poured in, and half of the blood-stained ice was also sent into the mouth.

The scumbag with a lustful mentality finally paid the price in desire. The person in front of him is not the usual woman who can bully him at will.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to struggle, but only one palm touched his cheek.

The hall was silent.
Chapter completed!