The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 296, this man who has always been clear

At the same time, the man who had been holding the warm season, suddenly opened her hair, stared at her for a moment, and smiled.

"You are so dead and lurking into us, who is Mr. Control?" The man suddenly deliberately slammed her: "He is your man?"

The season is warm and cold and does not speak.

"Now, your life is in our hands. No matter what we do, your Control Mr. I am afraid I can only watch." The man said that he would kiss her face when he came together.

Ink Shen was struggling to get up, but he was kneeling on his knees and kneeling on the floor.

He wanted to get up again, but he was slammed on the back with the gun but the man slammed him into the corner of the wooden house. The warm eyes saw his back hit the corner of the house, and the man The gun smashed over his waist again.

The means of these people are extremely wicked, and Mo Jing Shen did not eat for a few days. He can persist until now that he is already a miracle. He has no guns in his hands and cannot fight back.

Ink deep bites his teeth and said in a word: "Let her go, I will go with you, and I can exchange hundreds of millions of benefits at any time with my life. Her existence has no benefit to you."

The person who just attacked him laughed even happier.

"It seems that you are quite kind to this woman, how, is it really your woman?"

Mo Jingshen was pressed by him to the wall outside the wooden house.

The warm season was pushed down on the ground by another person, and the muzzle was still aimed at her head.

From the moment she was caught, she knew that she might not be able to go out. It is already fortunate to see Mo Jingshen again in this place.

All the regrets she missed in her previous life are no longer regrets at this moment. At least she finally saw the complete ink depth of Shen, a dark spot that she did not understand, but it was so good.

I can die with him at the end of this moment. Perhaps it is the opportunity that God gave her, let her love it, and cherish the man she missed in her previous life.

The person who has died once is not really afraid of death, but at this moment, the warmth of the season is more calm than she imagined.

If something really insults really happens, it’s a big deal, and it’s not dead. She is more happy about how to die, and perhaps more experienced than anyone.

She only wants to let the ink out of danger, and does not want to drag him down because of himself.

The horizontal and vertical are the ones that can't be avoided. The warmth of the season can only be kept calm, and it is no longer necessary to struggle without struggle.

Seeing that she suddenly was so quiet, she didn't even struggle to struggle. The ink-deep-headed fists pressed by the wooden house were too tight, the fingertips fell into the palm of her hand, and the bones were white.

He tried his best to restrain his impulse to jump, his eyes rose red, but slowly he blinked and the attention of this person also smiled and looked at the direction of the warm season, reaching out to reach up The wooden stick that was thrown on the ground before the season.

Because the warmth of the season was too calm, the attention of both of them was placed on her, and there were some flaws in the movements.

The sky seemed to be foggy by the approaching helicopter, and the empty sun was like a fire.

Mo Jing Shen endured the anger, almost exhausted all his strength, and repeatedly slammed himself to suppress himself. He knocked him out at once. The man didn’t even scream, and there was no chance to struggle. On the ground.

Without a pause, the man who was struggling to move forward toward the warmth of the season was a stick. The man’s gun was just half lifted and his head was hit.

Mo Jingshen rushed up with the heart of killing these two people.

Both of them were all **** and fell to the ground, which was even more terrible than the two people who were guarded in front of the wooden house.

The warm-sick wolf was busy sitting up, she looked up, and some of them suddenly saw that the man who was tall and calmly self-made was like a struggling beast that was struggling at the moment, throwing a stick, and slamming a fist in the ring just now. On the man's face, punching and punching, the other side had already passed out and was bruised.

In the end, he let go of the dying man and picked up the gun from the ground and pointed at him.

He buckled the trigger.

Seeing him in the warm season, he is going to kill him. He rushes up and presses his hand hard: "Bing Ling said that your hands are clean, you can't kill for me!"

Even if these people are damned, people with **** hands should not be ink-deep!

She can't let this man who has always been clear and dusty fall into the dust and mud for her.

"My own enmity, I reported myself!" The season warmed and struggled to stand up, the long shot of the gun she would not use, not to mention the fact that if you really shoot here, it will immediately attract the attention of those who are in front.

She grabbed the wooden stick on the ground and squatted down. The comatose man screamed and the blood flowed into a piece.

(End of this chapter)