My Formidable Beast-Controlling Consort Rules

"Hey! You dare to stare at me? Are you dissatisfied?!" The gloomy look in his eyes made Yun Yan a happy heart, his eyebrows raised, and his fist landed at the corner of Jiang Wuya's mouth.

"Bang!" There was a muffled fist to the flesh, and the punch was grinning, and the flesh hurt.

The corners of Jiang Wuya's pursed red lips were bruised and swollen instantly, and a trace of blood gradually shed, poignant and glamorous.

Yun Qingyan sighed in admiration.

Although Jiang Wuya's perverted spirit was a little abnormal, that face was really well born.

Stunning and enchanting, even if only half of it is revealed, there is an inexplicable amorous feeling, no wonder he is so precious to his face.

She originally wanted to beat his precious face into a pig's head, and then use the record crystal to record the stimulation and excitement, but she did not expect that after this guy was beaten to the corner of his mouth and cheeks, not only did not become a pig's head, but also an extra Divided into alternative poignant style.

It is like an exquisite work of art being destroyed violently by people, evoking the tyranny hidden in people’s hearts, making people just want to--

Beat him well!

"I'm not convinced? I'll beat you up!" Yun Qingyan raised his eyebrows and raised his fist again.

Every time a punch was dropped, it was accompanied by a harsh question.

"This punch is for the poison of my grandpa!"

"boom!"

"This punch is for the Bei'an Guoyuan who was calculated by you!"

"boom!"

Punch after punch, punches to the flesh, fists muffled.

The huge desert is filled with yellow sand, the sun is scorching, and the wind is filled with sand. From the top down, you can only see a ‘young’ riding on another beautiful boy, punching and punching incomparably fierce, without mercy.

Even though the sun was scorching and sweating, the'boy' did not stop falling fists.

The burning sun and the exhaustion of physical strength caused Yun Qingyan’s white forehead to slowly seep with crystal sweat. He lost his vitality, and was injured before. Even Yun Qingyan was stunned by repeated fisting. Feeling a little tired.

But when she succeeded in the fight, she started to faintly hurt, but Jiang Wuya's abnormal sound didn't even make a sound, and she refused to ask for mercy. He just stared straight at the cloud with a pair of beautiful purple eyes. Speak lightly.

A small black ball jumped out of the Profound Ring and landed on Yun Qingyan's shoulder.

"Master, are you hitting enough?" Xiaoxuan's heart trembled as he watched the poor and beautiful young man who was beaten by Yun Qingyan.

What did it say before? This kid dares to provoke his master, he must be unlucky!

Isn't this? How long did it take to realize it?

"Have you hit enough?" Yun Qingyan raised his eyebrows, and evil intentions shot from his bright and beautiful pupils.

"How could it be possible to fight enough?! Today I don't beat him to kneel and call him ancestor, so I'll give him his surname!" Yun said lightly, gritted his teeth, his eyes shot out ruthlessly like a wolf.

Grandpa’s poison... and the Yun Family’s accusation of collaborating with the enemy and treason in the first place... The Su Family’s coming was aggressive and unkind at the time, with boundless pushers behind her, she would never spare him easily!

Also, he was dragged away by her like a dog with the hand ring before. She hasn't counted this hatred!

If it weren't for her to run fast, and barely able to catch up with them when her cultivation base was lowered, the only person who greeted her was her face, and she was dragged off the ground like a mop!

She said lightly that she didn't have any ability, just to hold grudges!

"Master... I think you should not take an oath." Xiao Xuan said weakly, "I think even if you beat him to death, he won't kneel down and call your ancestor... Then, master, don't you want to change your surname? ?"