Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

However, Tianmuz's cold voice came in a deep voice: "Yang Mufan, within 10 minutes, if you resist once, I will slash Mu Wanqing's body once, and if you resist twice, I will slash twice. And so on until the end of 10 minutes!"

Admire Fan Hearing the words, he had to force himself to take his hand back.

The two bodyguards kicked hard.

He was kicked and hit the wall hard, then rebounded and fell hard to the floor.

A salty rusty smell rushed to his throat in an instant, and he coughed violently.

Tianmu Z was sitting on the sofa, looking at the man lying on the ground coughing, he smiled, his eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge, he saw thirty bodyguards standing there in a daze, not intending to do anything, he said angrily: "You still What are you doing there?! You don’t want revenge?! Beat me, beat me, die, beat me!!"

The last few words, Tianmu z, were bitten extremely hard, as if wishing to swallow Yang Mifan alive.

Thirty bodyguards swarmed up after hearing the words, surrounded Yang Mufan tightly, then punched and kicked him mercilessly with bloodshot eyes.

The fists and feet were densely superimposed, and admired Fan curled up, trying to protect his vital parts as much as possible.

All of a sudden, the muffled sound of fists and kicks hitting the flesh resounded loudly in the private room, circling and reverberating continuously...

The fists, as fast and dense as raindrops, landed firmly on his back, arms, and legs. He was dizzy and dizzy from being kicked, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and even his bones hurt badly...

It seemed as if a century had passed before the fists stopped.

Tianmu Z looked at the ground and admired Fan Fan without moving for a long time, thinking that he was either dead or fainted, and winked at Lone Eagle.

The Lone Eagle stepped forward knowingly.

He wanted to reach out his hand to find out the aura of admiration Fan.

Unexpectedly, just as he squatted down, Yang Mufan suddenly jumped up from the ground, clasped his hand behind his back with one hand, and grabbed his throat with the other.

Enduring the severe pain, admire Fan Fan stood up, his face, head, and body were covered with blood, but the super courage shot out from his bones: still powerful and terrifying, as cold as the emperor who ruled all things .

When Yang Mufan grinned, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, pulling silk threads and dripping onto his dusty and torn suit.

He said: "Bring me Mu Wanqing, otherwise... I'll break his neck."

Tianmu Z, with black pupils, shrank rapidly, and stared at him coldly: "I didn't expect you to be beaten like this, and you can't beat you to death in 10 minutes. But, do you think it's useful to take one of my dogs and threaten me?! Do it, hurry up!" It's just that if you kill Lone Eagle, I'll chop off Mu Wanqing's hand."

When Yang Mufan heard this, his face turned cold: "Do you think I dare not?!"

As he spoke, he grimaced, struggling to hold the lonely eagle's throat with his fingers.

In a clear, quiet room, there was the sound of bone dislocation.

Tianmu Z smiled calmly, ignored Yang Mifan's threat, but took the walkie-talkie and said quietly: "It's just right, I think it's too boring, let's compete to see who is more brutal."

After finishing speaking, Tianmu Z ordered into the intercom: "That woman, you torture me casually, you don't need to save face with me, let alone be polite to me. If you rape, you should chop it up, as you like."

When Yang Mufan heard this, the veins in his temples twitched: "If you dare to hurt her again, I will kill you." However, Tianmuz's cold voice came from the sky: "Qianmu Fan, within 10 minutes, I will kill you." , if you resist once, I will slash Mu Wanqing once, if you resist twice, I will slash twice, and so on until the end of 10 minutes!"

Admire Fan Hearing the words, he had to force himself to take his hand back.

The two bodyguards kicked hard.

He was kicked and hit the wall hard, then rebounded and fell hard to the floor.

A salty rusty smell rushed to his throat in an instant, and he coughed violently.

Tianmu Z was sitting on the sofa, looking at the man lying on the ground coughing, he smiled, his eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge, he saw thirty bodyguards standing there in a daze, not intending to do anything, he said angrily: "You still What are you doing there?! You don’t want revenge?! Beat me, beat me, die, beat me!!"

The last few words, Tianmu z, were bitten extremely hard, as if wishing to swallow Yang Mifan alive.

Thirty bodyguards swarmed up after hearing the words, surrounded Yang Mufan tightly, then punched and kicked him mercilessly with bloodshot eyes.

The fists and feet were densely superimposed, and admired Fan curled up, trying to protect his vital parts as much as possible.

All of a sudden, the muffled sound of fists and kicks hitting the flesh resounded loudly in the private room, circling and reverberating continuously...

The fists, as fast and dense as raindrops, landed firmly on his back, arms, and legs. He was dizzy and dizzy from being kicked, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and even his bones hurt badly...

It seemed as if a century had passed before the fists stopped.

Tianmu Z looked at the ground and admired Fan Fan without moving for a long time, thinking that he was either dead or fainted, and winked at Lone Eagle.

The Lone Eagle stepped forward knowingly.

He wanted to reach out his hand to find out the aura of admiration Fan.

Unexpectedly, just as he squatted down, Yang Mufan suddenly jumped up from the ground, clasped his hand behind his back with one hand, and grabbed his throat with the other.

Enduring the severe pain, admire Fan Fan stood up, his face, head, and body were covered with blood, but the super courage shot out from his bones: still powerful and terrifying, as cold as the emperor who ruled all things .

When Yang Mufan grinned, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, pulling silk threads and dripping onto his dusty and torn suit.

He said: "Bring me Mu Wanqing, otherwise... I'll break his neck."

Tianmu Z, with black pupils, shrank rapidly, and stared at him coldly: "I didn't expect you to be beaten like this, and you can't beat you to death in 10 minutes. But, do you think it's useful to take one of my dogs and threaten me?! Do it, hurry up!" It's just that if you kill Lone Eagle, I'll chop off Mu Wanqing's hand."

When Yang Mufan heard this, his face turned cold: "Do you think I dare not?!"

As he spoke, he grimaced, struggling to hold the lonely eagle's throat with his fingers.

In a clear, quiet room, there was the sound of bone dislocation.

Tianmu Z smiled calmly, ignored Yang Mifan's threat, but took the walkie-talkie and said quietly: "It's just right, I think it's too boring, let's compete to see who is more brutal."

After finishing speaking, Tianmu Z ordered into the intercom: "That woman, you torture me casually, you don't need to save face with me, let alone be polite to me. If you rape, you should chop it up, as you like."

When Yang Mufan heard this, the veins in his temples twitched: "If you dare to hurt her again, I will kill you."