Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"Song... Song Qinbei..."

Qin zhengmian gets up from the ground. He rubs the blood on his lips and looks at Song Qinbei in horror, but more in chagrin.

In fact, he just came to the ward to warn Tang Xin, but unexpectedly, when he saw Tang Xin, he had evil intentions.

If he had known that song Qinbei could come back so soon, he should kidnap Tang Xin and drag her out, play it well, and then release her after playing.

It's not that we have to bear the anger of song Qinbei because we haven't done anything yet.

The kick just now really hurt him. His internal organs are going to be broken.

I should go to the hospital to see if I have a fracture or internal injury

"Think about how you died?"

Song Qinbei's whole body gas field condenses into ice. The air pressure around him plummets, and the dangerous smell spreads rapidly from his side. The temperature of the whole room plummets more than ten degrees centigrade in vain!

"You want to kill me?" Qin Zheng's eyes trembled, and he even said, "I admit, you are very strong, but we Qin family..."

The words have not finished, the next second, a fierce fist hard hammer to Qin Zheng's face!

His face, like meat mud, was nearly deformed by the blow of song Qinbei!

Qin Zheng was hit by this fist, and his head was dizzy. His body shook heavily for several times, and he almost didn't stand firm.

Next, the man like the most agile and fierce cheetah, the whole person jumped up, with the whole body of anger, fist after fist hit Qin Zheng!

The fists were like raindrops, but they were fiercer than raindrops. Fist after fist, they fell on Qin Zheng.

One by one, one by one, one by one.

With an air of lethargy.

It's a complete beating.

Tang Xin has seen song Qinbei beat three men. One is the old man who was kidnapped and almost owned himself. The other is song Muyang and the other is Qin Zheng.

Compared with the old man and Qin Zheng, song Qinbei really shows mercy to song Muyang.

Qin Zheng knew that song Qinbei would vent his anger, but he didn't expect that the other party took him as a sandbag.

With this fist down, Qin Zheng's mind would not listen to him.

A fist is close to a fist, and each fist connects seamlessly. Qin Zheng doesn't even have the ability to think, and his facial features can't be seen as they are.

He lay on the ground with his head in his dying arms. At the moment, he didn't even know whether he was alive or dead.

A skeptical life that has been thoroughly beaten.

It hurts——

It's too damn painful——

"Stop fighting. Please stop fighting --"

Qin Zheng held his head and howled.

"Ancestor song, I'm wrong. I'm really wrong.

Don't hit me... "

Under the fierce fists of the Northern Song Dynasty, Qin was on the verge of being beaten. He asked for mercy in a weak voice.

Tang Xin looks at what song Qinbei looks like now. He is fierce and cold, just like an emotionless venting machine on the verge of irritability. His whole body is full of deadly strength, which makes Tang Xin a little afraid.

"Qinbei, don't hit him."

"If we go on fighting, we'll lose our lives."

Tang Xin can't help but remind.

Now Qin Zheng seems to be hanging in one breath.

It's going to kill people if we fight any more.

She doesn't want to see song Qinbei staining her hands with blood