Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“You're a dead woman!” Li Xinxin was angry and ‘banged’, giving Huang Ling a slap.

The clap, loud, cracked the corner of Huang Ling's mouth and bled.

White face with a red fingerprint.

Huang Ling crooked her head, obviously in pain, hot pain, but she didn't cry like those weak women.

“Huh...” she laughed two times, stretching out her tongue tip and licking gently the corner of her lip licking the bloodshed.

That look, with a kind of demonic beauty.

“Pfft -” again, Huang Ling just raised her head and Li Xinxin slapped her again.

This slap was heavier than the slap just now. Huang Ling, who had no strength, was just hit by her and sat on the floor.

“You want to die!” Li Xinxin's eyes were cold and he was very angry at Huang Ling's laughter.

Huang Ling was provoking her. What she hated most was being provoked.

Li Xinxin grabbed a pointed knife the size of a finger and drew it towards Huang Ling's face.

“Stop it!” A cold voice came with the majesty of Shura's death.

Their eyes glanced at the source of the sound, and they saw Gu Zheng and Pastoral Doubles standing within ten meters of them.

Li Xinxin and Cheng Wandou looked around, the bar, has been cleared.

Seeing them, Li Xinxin and Cheng Wandou's Qi flames seemed less dragging.

It was Gu Ying who said to stop.

Gu Zheng was dressed in a black suit with deep eyes and a chilly chill.

The chilly smell of the surrounding area makes the whole bar feel oppressed, dull and cold...

Pastoral was dressed in a white suit with a handsome face and no expression on his face.

Shady eyes, a slight chill of killing.

He swept the process cold and then stepped forward.

Li Xinxin and Cheng Wandou both had one. As he approached them, the invisible sense of oppression made them gasp.

Especially Cheng Wan, she seemed to see the color of disgust and disgust from Pastoral eyes.

Cheng Wan mumbled, picked eyebrows, and stared at Pastoral Ancient.

She thought Mugu had come near to attack Li Xinxin.

Unexpectedly, he stood next to Huang Ling, bending down slightly and reaching out to Huang Ling with a wide palm.

Huang Ling looked up and looked at him surprised.

He had a lamp just above his head.

From her point of view, he was like a prince who appeared behind the light to save her in time.

A white full-body suit makes him more handsome and dignified.

Seeing Huang Ling staring there did not reach out, Pastoral fingers, gently placed on her lips, erased the bloodstain on the corner of her mouth.

Huang Ling's back was stiff, her body, like electricity, she looked at Pastoral Ancient.

Tonight's Ancient Pasture, the Wicked One.

He is as handsome as Gu Zheng, and has the same aura of King's Landing.

But their ruthless and shady temperament is quite different, and they have their own charms.

He wiped the blood from the corner of Huang Ling's mouth. He looked at Huang Ling's eyes very gently and calmly, though not gentlely and deeply.

His behavior suddenly aroused more than Cheng Wan's jealousy.

Cheng Wan frowned and looked at Huang Ling very unfriendly.

This dead woman, her body, her appearance, her temperament, she's too far from me. Why did Mugu do this to her?

“Get up." Pastoral lifted Huang Ling.

His voice, low and thick, overwhelmingly pleasant, though not pleasant to hear, will never be disgusted and disgusted.