Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 80 The Young League Mainly Loves and Kills Me (33)

"Have you been here for a while?" Bai Ling froze.

Then why don't you come out now, it can't be... to test her?

...It shouldn't be, according to the performance before the separation, didn't the hero already treat her as a harmless little cabbage?
Or did Han Yu become suspicious when she held the necklace awkwardly?
The veins on the old monster's forehead twitched unhappily, but the gathered monster power dissipated in an instant.

Now is not the time to tear off the little white flower vest——that brat Han Yu is calm and cruel, at least for now, she must not show her flaws.

The big deal is that the primordial spirit goes out of the body and abandons this body for a period of time. Anyway, it is not his own shell, and the original owner's request does not include keeping it clean.

The old monster was thinking without professional ethics, while the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and Panasonic exerted strength.

It was midnight and the light was dim, not to mention someone standing in the tree canopy holding back their breath, even if they stood openly and aboveboard behind those dudes, they probably wouldn't notice anything.

The person in the shadow remained motionless, and a ray of moonlight passed through the dense branches and leaves and hit his hand, shining a light that was colder than jade.

He indifferently watched the farce played out less than ten meters away, his eyes passed through the gap between the lifted car curtain and several men, and fell on the slender figure curled up in the deepest part.

The woman's face was pale, and her eyes were terrified and dazed. She stared at the expressionless people in front of her, as if she couldn't figure out what they were going to do, but she felt uneasy instinctively, biting her lower lip with her white teeth, almost bleeding.

Seeing those hands getting closer and closer, the fingertips of the person on the tree moved subconsciously, but then stopped abruptly as if thinking of something.

In front of the carriage, the young man at the head finally lost face, squeezed past his companions, reached out and roughly lifted the woman's face, and held up a lamp to look at her.

The next moment, the movements of several people suddenly froze.

After a few seconds, someone sighed with emotion in a low voice, "...the real value of Yinzihua this time, I don't know where I got it from."

"Ask her in a while and you'll know. Why, you still want to follow the vine and bring back a few more?"

"Brother Wang, this time...won't you come together?" A young man's eyes were almost glued to Bai Ling's body, he swallowed, and couldn't help making a proposal.

"Fucking, it's rare to meet someone who can watch it. I want to keep it for a few more days."

The man who threw out the silver confidently pushed the person next to him back, grabbed Bai Ling's shoulder and pulled him over, and with the other hand touched her neckline with unconcealable eagerness.

The person under the palm let out a small cry, and raised his hand in a panic, as if trying to stop his movement, but within a few inches, the hand fell back to the ground with a dull sound.

Wang Sheng met those wet eyes, unconsciously tightened his grip on her a little bit, and forced a smile on his face.

It was the first time he was doing this kind of thing patiently, and coaxed her, "Know something, if Master is having fun, taking you back to be a concubine, wouldn't it be better than falling into Zuihualou?"

Not waiting for the expected grateful gaze, those beautiful eyes flickered and slowly closed.

"...fuck, I don't know good from bad." Wang Sheng snorted in disappointment, and immediately lost the patience to continue talking nonsense.

He yanked hard with his right hand, and the beautiful but thin clothes on Bai Ling's body, like silk wrapped in precious tributes, shattered with a hiss, revealing half of his white and tender skin like frost.

Feeling a callused hand touching her shoulder, Bai Ling's expression cracked for a moment, and his fingertips moved slightly.

But before finishing a formula, the person in front of him suddenly froze, with a frozen expression, and fell straight over her.

(End of this chapter)