wife's choice

Chapter 1153 People don't like them!
However, if it was the male killer who assassinated me that night, and the black angel was still there, it would not be a big problem.If it really doesn't work, there is still a shadow, and I still hold the life of the black angel in my hand.

If a young man with white hair comes to him, I have nothing to fear. I don't want to provoke him, but it doesn't mean I'm afraid of him.
The black angel in front of her didn't respond at all, she was still walking like a drunk ordinary woman, her steps were a little messy, staggering, as if she was about to fall down at any moment.

But if you really treat her as an ordinary woman, the price will be a bit miserable.

I was thinking about what was going on with the people behind me and why they didn't show up when a molesting whistle sounded.

"Hey, beauty, it's so late, where are you going?"

"Do you want my brothers to see you off? There are so many bad guys this night!"

Three or four little gangsters stopped in front of the black angel, each with a smirk on their faces, their tongues were a little big when they spoke, and they drank too much alcohol, and everyone they met felt like they had met prey.

At night, in the dark alleys, it is inevitable that there will be some small gangsters and street sneakers.

I didn't follow, I was smoking a cigarette indifferently, some people want to die, I will not stop, who let them find their own death.Looking indifferently at the black angel and joking with them, a street stalker was too courageous, just when he stretched out his hand to grab her small waist, there was a shrill scream.

The arm of one person was broken by the black angel, and the hand was bent at a strange angle. This scene even scared me. I thought that when she assassinated me for the first time, I seemed to have ripped off her clothes.

Thinking of this, my smoking hand trembled.
The black angel looked at the man lying on the ground pretending to be surprised, and said, "Oh, what's wrong with you? Did you fall? Come and let me help you up."

Before the words fell, there was another heart-piercing howl, and those who heard the scream were sad and the listeners shed tears.

The dog barked for a while in fright.

I don't even need to look at that person to know what happened to him, he was crippled by the black angel with one kick.

The other street sneakers were half sober from the wine in an instant, drinking angrily: "You are courting death!"

Still wanting to do something to the black angel, I couldn't help shaking my head, what an idiot.

However, they couldn't run away if they wanted to, and I don't think the Black Angel will spare them.

The black angel seemed to want to play tricks on them, and he didn't rush to kill them all.

Deliberately luring them into internal strife, he hugged one of the street sluts who looked a little thinner, leaned against him tightly, and whispered in his ear: "I don't like them, I'm scared by them, if you If you can handle them, tonight, I will accompany you to the end whatever you want."

That street slut also had a bad brain and drank too much alcohol, yet he actually believed what the black angel said.

It's no wonder that as soon as she got close, the street slipper lost his mind. She put her little hand on her chest, slowly drawing circles, and even the last sense of reason disappeared.

Seeing the man howling ferociously, rushing towards their people, the black angel smiled, making him happy, trembling for a while, making the man who was hit in the instant he rushed over feel full of anger. blood resurrection.

The black angel didn't finish this, he missed a little shoulder and told him to cheer.

I couldn't bear to watch the result, so I took a deep puff on the cigarette and said that there was a knife on the head of Sezi, which couldn't be more appropriate.

After playing for a while, there were only two people left, the one who was encouraged by the black angel to lose his mind, lay bloody on the ground, and crawled towards her, with his hand on her beautiful leg in net stockings.
(End of this chapter)