Murong Xue coldly looked at Cui Pu, and he saw his oily face, and there was a thick feminine air all over his body. At first glance, he knew that it was not a good thing. The girl named Ahuan said that his temperament was cloudy and he liked to abuse. Playing mammoth, there was absolutely no injustice to him: "Go away, don't let me say it again."

Merciless anger came into his ears, Cui Pu's face sank instantly, his wrist turned, a blood-red long whip cut across the sky, and mercilessly rushed to Murong Xue, he treated her, that is She can't look down on her, she doesn't know how to be grateful, she also scolded him: "I really don't know how to lift."

Murong Xue raised his eyebrows and stood still. At the moment when the long whip hit her, Ouyang Shaochen reached out and grabbed the long whip, and flicked it lightly. On Cui Pu's face, he was knocked out and flew six or seven meters away. He fell heavily on the ground. His dizziness and tinnitus, his eyes were Venus, his cheeks were hot and painful.

His personal guards were shocked by this scene, and it took a while to react, and hurried towards him: "Young Master."

Cui Pu had a headache, a sore foot, and his whole body was in pain. His chest was dull and almost breathless. He coughed heavily and opened the hands stretched out by the guards fiercely, raising his hands bit by bit to his own. On the cheek, he touched the blood full of hands. His gloomy eyes were suddenly red, and he stared fiercely at Murong Xue: "You dare to hit me."

"You can find it for yourself." Murong Xue returned to him mercilessly.

Cui Pu's face was gloomy and terrible for a moment, and he pointed to Murong Xue and ordered fiercely: "Come here, beat me, fight to death."

"Yes!" The guards took their orders, and took out their long whips.

The people hid in hidden corners and sighed: Cui Pu was the king in the king's city. The girl offended him, fearing she would be unlucky ...

Looking at the long whip close by, Ouyang Shaochen flashed a contempt at the bottom of his eyes, and shot a few strong winds with his fingers, hitting the guards' chests fiercely, flying them out five or six meters away, falling heavily. In front of Cui Pu, with a puff, he spit out blood ...

Looking at the bodyguards who were seriously injured and screaming again and again, Cui Pu flashed a sharp, chilly glare in his vicious eyes, and stared at Murong Xue fiercely: "Even we dare to hurt, you are so brave ..."

Ouyang Shaochen Jun Yirong's face was slightly gloomy, stepped forward, blocked Murong Xue, Cui Pu saw him, the rebuke words came to an abrupt end, Ouyang Shaochen wore a snow-colored robe, elegant and noble, brocade-like The ink hair was tied up with a white jade crown, and scattered lightly behind him. The bristle ink eyebrows flew diagonally into the temples. The beautiful face was like a dreamlike picture, so people could see it and never miss their eyes ... …

Cui Pu's eyes gleamed with a deep astonishment. From childhood to age, the beauties he had seen were not counted, but like the man in front of him, he was the first to see him. The man is like the fairy in the cloud, Noble and noble, beautiful and elegant ...

"This son, how do you call it?" Cui Pu looked at Ouyang Shaochen momentarily, his eyes coy and coveted ...

Everyone: "..."

Murong Xue: "..."

Cui Pu first coveted her, and now come to salute Ouyang Shaochen, is he a male and female killer?

Murongxue's small face also sank, reached out and pulled Ouyang Shaochen behind him, coldly looked at Cui Pu said: "He is my husband, don't stop thinking about it."