Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

The spirits are getting stronger and stronger. Ye Zheng's brain is ragged. Everyone in front of him is reflexed and rationalized into ashes, leaving only the most instinctive judgment of the body.

The flames of her body exploded, breaking the last shackles, and burning the last trace of her remaining clarity in the power of the plains...

Ye Zheng stood still, his face suddenly empty...

The images lying in the depths of my mind came to an end like a stormy surge...

Bloody red blood soaked her whole world...

There are four murmurs in my ear...

The ice is so cold that the soul trembles like a giant net, the tighter it tightens, securely wrapping her, little by little pushing her to the extreme, until she is irrevocable...

Kill...

Kill them...

If Yip Zheng just beat people up is only a demon head, but at this moment the face is empty, standing still in the same place, but like, killing God is born!

The girl obviously just stood there and did nothing, and her face was stunned, but her mundane eyes gave Song Jing a creepy look.

Just as Song Jing was staring straight into his heart, there was a sudden almost frightening repudiation in his ear: "Song Jing! Go!”

Song Jing is confused.

But it's too late. It's too late.

Girls are like a sharp blade wrapped around thousands of Hell's Abyss ghosts, coming in their direction frantically.

Unlike the tedious tricks we've just made on those people, we have to put them in complete madness.

It's like being drained of your soul, losing control of the storm, only knowing to kill the human weapon...

Song Jing was frightened away by the dangerous intent to kill from the ground, but it was an instant loss of consciousness, and his chest was firmly slapped.

Song Jing's body was instantly photographed flying out, crashing against a cold, hard marble wall, making a "bang” sound, then falling down against the wall, like rotten mud on the ground...

“Vomit -” Song Jing's head twisted, spitting out a lot of blood in a row.

His sternum is broken...

How dare you...

Song Jing's face was pale and he looked forward in panic. Only Ye Zheng had been involved with Liuyin.

“Pff--”

Song Jing opened his eyes and watched Liu Shadow get kicked in his stomach, just spit half a mouth of blood, didn't wait for the deity to slow down, the attack of the girl has come close, fist into palm, one clap on the right shoulder of Liu Shadow...

“Ah -” Liu Jiao took a dozen steps backwards, his body was heavily hit by a huge force rush on the wine table behind him, a table of wine glasses ragged to pieces.

Without waiting for the shadow to react, the girl is like a suicidal rose, one foot toward the shadow's chest...

Song Jing covered the painful chest. He clearly knew how terrible the blow Ye Zheng had just hit. Liu Shao had already been hit. If he was stepped on again, he would be absolutely dead!

“Captain -" Song Jing magnified his pupils in horror and flushed past his painful body.

Ye Zheng's eyes locked in the direction of the shadow. He didn't even look at him. He kicked Song Jing out again.

Song Jing fell on the ground and felt he was dying...

“Damn... cough...” The shadow coughed, staring at herself standing high, step-by-step towards him, the girl's face was hard to see.

What the hell is going on?

This woman...