Chapter 738

"Don't play tricks," belan said, laughing brightly

Muzichen's lips rose and his radian was ironic.

A pair of sharp Phoenix eyes looked at the obvious warning in front of him, and said in a slow voice, "even if I play tricks, what can you do?"

The voice is light and the irony is clear.

And, with a lot of provocation.

Belan's smile widened and held the cigarette in his mouth.

Looked at the ground, and then, the shoes of the foot toward his upper rolled up, "then you may not be very good."

Musichen laughed, his eyes were cold, and he said hello to belon's face with his fist.

Belan raised his hand to block it. Then, he pulled out the cigarette end and burned it in musichen's face.

Muxichen grabbed Byron's wrist with his backhand, and the sarcastic radian on his face was closed, but his eyes were still full of ridicule.

Belan's wrist was pinched and the cigarette end fell between her fingers and onto her upper.

The original bright vamp immediately showed a trace of being scalded.

Belan's face changed, his masseter muscles tightened, and he burst into a rage: "duck!"

In the middle of the scolding, he was really angry, and belan swung his fist against his stomach.

Musichen dodged like a reflex, then blocked with his backhand.

Belan was furious, and the two were already fighting each other.

Others were startled by the images and immediately stopped: "Baillon!"

"What can he do if he's given the lottery?"

"Stop it!"

There was something to be said about it.

After thinking about it, I decided to stop.

But musichen began to cling.

Byron gritted his teeth: "you mean it

With such a sentence, some people around him figured it out and said, "he did it on purpose! He just doesn't want to help us with my work! "

"Did he ignore Gu's life and death?"

"Belem, stop it!"

……

Belan also wanted to stop, but left block right block, can not block the attack of musichen.

In his heart, he gritted his teeth and said, "son of a bitch, stop it!"

Muxichen raised his lips to challenge: "afraid?"

Belan was about to speak when he heard a cry: "Baillon."

Along with this cry came the sound of car horns.

A few people saw that Peter was coming slowly, and just behind him, a black car stopped, and the driver was on a long journey.

Belan took a look, but because of this little distraction, she got a big blow on her cheek.

Caught off guard, Byron snorted, and the sharp pain in his cheek immediately swelled.

Beren immediately got up, eyes fierce, wiped his mouth and cursed: "Damn it!"

As soon as he was about to start, Peter came forward to block him. He was a little angry and said, "you dare to fight with him. If you are hurt, how can he escort them?"

Musichen heard the key words: We?

In other words, isn't it just one person?

Musichen's heart moved, immediately, turned to look.

Peter is dressed almost in the dark today, black all over.

With a natural look on his face, he opened the car where he was when Yuanhang was in spite of Beilun's shouting and swearing, and sat in it happily.

Slowly leaning on the back of the chair, the appearance arrogant, "can go."

Beren looked at musichen's appearance, and the anger in his eyes became more and more fierce.

Peter patted him on the shoulder comfortingly and said, "there is a saying in the kingdom of Xia that the future will be long."

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