The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 499

With what identity, dare to fight with her Jun Moran.

Only what Jun Moran doesn't want, otherwise no one has the right to snatch it from her!
Vanilla paused for a moment: "But, miss, the young master won't be sympathetic, so he won't be willing to do it. That woman is not bad at tricks, and the young master hasn't taken her down yet..."

In the shadow of sword, light and sword, Jun Mochen frowned. He is not so kind-hearted, but this woman is really not inferior to him, maybe even higher than him...

The nimble long whip hit him in no time, one stroke, two strokes, from the original tie, she had already suppressed her two strokes.

However, Xie Wanrong only used seven points of his strength. After all, he is now the demon king, and when he fights with Jun Mochen, he always feels like he is bullying him.

Xie Wanrong didn't bother to work on him anymore, he poured spiritual power into his palm, and the nimble long whip filled with ice cold, and with a wave of his hand, the whip was full of vigor, and Jun Mochen felt the murderous aura coming towards him.

He dodged subconsciously, but it was still a step too late, and the stinging pain that pierced his flesh and bones immediately reached his heart along the tail of the whip.

His entire face was contorted with pain.

The whole person lost his balance and fell heavily from the air. He braced himself and twisted his body so hard that he would not fall to the ground.

He put his back feet on the ground, although he didn't fall, his body was already unable to bear the load.

"puff--"

Scarlet blood sprayed out from his mouth, and his handsome face turned pale instantly.

"Brother!" Jun Moran exclaimed, rushed forward, and quickly supported Jun Mochen.

Xie Wanrong fell down unhurriedly, put away the Ziyu Qijue whip in his hand, and when Jun Moran yelled out this voice, his brows furrowed almost invisibly.

It turned out that they were all from the Jun family.

Sure enough, the Jun family made her hate it.

"What kind of dirty tricks did you play! How could my elder brother lose to you!" Jun Moran's face was red with anger, and she pointed at Xie Wanrong from embarrassment.

There are more and more people watching the excitement.

Xie Wanrong looked at Jun Moran amusedly: "I advise you to say a few words less, don't be ashamed here."

Jun Mochen's complexion fluctuated from white to red, he pulled Jun Moran, and he really lost to her, he said with a gloomy face, "Moran, stop talking."

I'm afraid it wasn't ugly enough.

Jun Moran puffed his cheeks: "Why don't you say it, I don't believe it."

She raised her hands in confusion, she didn't believe that this woman could defeat the elder brother she had always admired and admired, and she couldn't accept this sense of gap.

"Mo Ran!" Jun Mochen roared, "Go back!"

Jun Moran was afraid of Jun Mochen, she gritted her teeth, and stared at Xie Wanrong unwillingly: "I will ask you for advice in person someday!"

Even Jun Mochen is not her opponent, Jun Moran?

The heavy cold wind blew past, raising three thousand black hair, Xie Wanrong's smile became more and more icy, and even his voice was cold: "It's disrespectful."

The Mo family hiding in the dark has not recovered for a long time.

"Mo Chen lost?"

"It doesn't make sense. How could an unknown little girl defeat Mo Chen? Could it be that Mo Chen showed mercy?"

A slightly older man squinted his sharp eyes and shook his head: "Mo Chen won't show mercy, just now did you see clearly what that girl is doing?"

Mentioning this point, everyone suddenly realized that they widened their eyes and shook their heads again.

They were watching the battle here, but they really didn't see Xie Wanrong's moves clearly, so naturally they couldn't figure out her details.

The old man said again: "There is no way to speak, but the moves are fierce and aggressive."

(End of this chapter)