In Love With The Fake Bride

In the kitchen, Uncle Bao was old after all, and he was far less swift than Seymour, so he fell behind in a short while.

The steel knife he held in his hand had been taken away by Seymour, and many wounds had been cut on his body, dripping with blood, which looked very oozing.

"You can't do what you can!" Seymour said disdainfully, and made a fierce move, "Don't worry, I will never let you die so happily! When I cut off your tendons and hamstrings, I will let you watch with your own eyes. We How did you abuse your precious daughter!"

"Well--"

Uncle Bao was in a trance by what Seymour said, and he was hit with a machete on his shoulder, and more blood gushed out immediately.

"Old guy, don't worry, you won't die for a while!" Seeing the blood, Seymour became even crazier, and danced the steel knife in his hand like a tiger, and in a short while, he added a few more scars to Uncle Bao's body. Wound.

The injured Uncle Bao was panting from exhaustion, but still insisted on fighting with Seymour.

In the end, he restrained his arm with a backhand, and Sen Leng's steel knife rested on his neck.

Seymour raised his head wildly and laughed loudly, "Old guy, you can still hold on! Be honest with me, don't you want to play hide-and-seek? Very good, I'll go find your daughter now!"

After speaking, Seymour held Uncle Bao hostage with a steel knife, and the two walked out of the kitchen.

There was a lot of noise between them fighting, and people in the yard surrounded them one after another.

After seeing Uncle Bao's neck held by Seymour with a steel knife, these people not only didn't plead for mercy, but gloated and taunted him.

"Come and see, isn't this the favorite of Bishop Seymour? Why is the steel knife holding the neck?"

"The old thing should have died a long time ago, or wasted food, by the way, I heard that he still has a beautiful crazy woman?"

"Hey, after this old thing dies, let's go play with that lunatic, maybe it will be fun!"

Uncle Bao was wounded all over his body, he clenched his fists and listened to the ridicule and taunts around him, feeling murderous in his heart.

Once upon a time, he was as shameless as these people! Trampling on the dignity of others without a bottom line!

Maybe picking up Ah Feng is the retribution for the first half of his life, let him repay the wrong things he did before!

If there is a chance to repay the sins that have been committed, then it must be washed away with hot blood...

As early as when he was determined to pave a way for Ah Feng to leave, Uncle Bao never thought of backing down.

He looked coldly at the ugly faces of the people around him, and spat again with disdain, "You scum, you will go to hell sooner or later!"

"Hmph!" Seymour snorted coldly, slapped Uncle Bao's face with a steel knife, and said triumphantly, "Of course, we have long been residents of hell, and you can't escape. But before we go to hell, we will let you Try it, what is the real endless hell!"

As he spoke, Seymour viciously swung the steel knife and stabbed Uncle Bao's shoulder hard.

"puff!"

The sharp steel knife cut into the flesh and made a creepy muffled sound, bringing up a warm blood mist.

Seymour had been used to this for a long time, and he laughed viciously, looked around and shouted loudly, "Feng! Aren't you going to play hide-and-seek? If I can't find you for a minute, give him a knife! Let us now Let's see if he can persist until I find you!"

Those onlookers didn't understand what they heard, but they still clapped their hands and echoed, "This is fun, if you can't find it, give that old guy a knife and see how long he can last!"

"Yeah, this old thing used to walk sideways here, let's see how he dies now!"

As soon as the voices of the few people fell, Ah Feng, who had managed to hide with great difficulty, came out from the corner with his disheveled hair.

Although she lacks IQ, she also knows that Uncle Bao is in danger now, and that other people are not good people.

Seeing those ferocious faces, Ah Feng walked over timidly, and bravely looked at Simon, "This is not how to play hide-and-seek, we should hide it, you come and find it."

"I don't have time to play with you!" Seymour narrowed his eyes grimly, and waved the steel knife in his hand, "Catch her for me! Give it to the brothers to play with!"

Hearing Seymour's order, the bastards present all geared up and walked towards Ah Feng.

Their eyes were extremely evil, as if they had already stripped off Ah Feng's clothes with their eyes...

Seeing these people walking towards her, Ah Feng retreated step by step, holding the rag bag in her arms helplessly, "You guys, don't come here, don't come here."

However, no matter how many steps she took back, those people would approach them slowly, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Bastard, if you dare to hurt her, I will not let you go even if I am a ghost!"

Uncle Bao struggled hard, trying to rush over to protect Ah Feng, but Seymour stabbed him hard on the right shoulder again, "Don't worry, I will crush you to ashes, and I will never give you a chance to be a ghost!"

Uncle Bao, who was dripping blood all over his body, was furious, and lowered his head to bump into Seymour, "I'll fight you, let's go to hell together!"

However, as soon as he rushed over, he was kicked down by Seymour and fell to the ground in embarrassment, "Go to hell, useless dog!"

Seymour's steel knife was raised high, ready to slash Uncle Bao's heart.

"Boom!"

At this critical juncture, a stone flew over through the air and hit Seymour's wrist hard.

The stone was so fast that it hurt Seymour's wrist, and the steel knife in his hand fell to the ground with a sound, and almost landed next to Uncle Bao's face, within two fingers' distance!

"Who?!"

Seymour covered the back of his hand that was beaten purple, and looked around viciously, "Come out if you have the ability, don't hide!"

"Master is here!"

A clear voice sounded, and then a figure turned down from the wall and landed firmly beside Ah Feng, with an exceptionally tall figure.

The person who came was looking for Ah Feng's Ping Shun. At first, he was only looking in the backyard. He heard the noise coming from the front yard, and followed the sound to find him.

Seeing Ping Shun appear, Seymour's gloomy face darkened a bit, "You were the one who broke into the island last time, right?"

He still remembered the vigorous figure of that young man. Although he didn't see Ping Shun's appearance at that time, he had already recognized Ping Shun's sharp figure when he appeared just now.

Ping Shun asked instead, "You are so cruel, do you sleep peacefully every night?"

"An Ning? Hehe, if there is no blood, I guess I will not sleep peacefully!" Seymour sneered, staring at Ping Shun, "Say it, you have come to my island again and again to plot something sneakily what?"

Looking directly into Seymour's gloomy eyes, Ping Shuan said calmly, "There is nothing on your island that is worth my stop, I am here for her."

After speaking, Ping Shun looked at Ah Feng and said confidently, "I will take her out of here."

"Boy, don't you take yourself too much as a dish? Do you really think that I am here as an inn where you can come and go when you want?"