Yan Zhengling said seriously: "I have no other precious treasure except you."
Han hanjue:...
"give them the bag."
Yan Zhengling threw the bag to the robbers.
The robbers turned their handbags upside down and found no valuable treasure, so they became angry.
"This woman is good-looking. Let her be happy with us."
"Good."
Han Han Jue pulled Yan Zheng Ling behind him, "back off." The powerful command way.
His momentum, has the power to attract the soul.
Yan Zhengling seems to have seen the old majestic warlord come back.
She stood behind him, his back against the light, like a great green hill, towering.
It made her feel at ease.
When the robbers came up with their swords, he ordered Yan Zhengling, "run quickly."
And he himself faced the edge of the cold blade, fighting with the group of robbers.
Yan Zhengling who dare to leave him, two eyes like eagle's eyes, sharp and incomparably fell on the body of the warlord.
Zhan hanjue had no idea that he could escape today. The robbers surrounded him all around, and all of a sudden, when he felt that he couldn't do what he wanted...
suddenly, Yan Zhengling soared on the ground, stepped on a robber's shoulder and fell in front of the cold baron. He put the long knife that was cut to the cold Lord in his hand, and then kicked it out. The man threw down the knife, curled up his stomach and flew far away.
"Brother Yue, go to rest." Yan Zhengling is very overbearing.
Zhan hanjue was stunned.
Yan Zhengling's skill is agile, his fist and foot are fierce, and his whole movement is like flowing clouds and flowing water. Just like a practitioner.
Realizing that he had been cheated by Yan Zhengling, the face of the cold Lord was getting colder and colder.
For example, the powerful refrigerator makes the surrounding air cold for several degrees.
He would believe that she was a weak and helpless little woman?
Soon, Yan Zhengling knocked down the group of robbers on the ground, and also played with great interest. Those men who are tall and big, she can kick them accurately and speechlessly on other people with one foot. This magic power is comparable to Popeye.
Yan Zhengling finished the fight. Rubbing his hands, he said triumphantly, "dare to rob my mother's bag? I don't want to know. Who is my mother
Lord Zhan left with a black face.
I heard Yan Zhengling teach the robbers a vicious lesson, "I can rob my mother's bag. If you dare to move my brother ah Yue, that's the rhythm of playing lanterns in the toilet. You remember to me that the man is covered by my Yan Zhengling. If you don't have a hair, I want you to be buried with me. "
"Auntie, your sweetheart is gone. Are you going to chase her?" The robber reminded her.
Yan Zhengling picked up the bag on the ground and ran after him.
"Brother a Yue."
Lord Zhan ignored her.
"What's wrong with you? Angry? " In order to see his face, Yan Zhengling chose to walk backward.
"Martial arts are not bad?" Han hanjue said in a teasing way
Yan Zhengling arrogantly said: "of course, I think I was the overlord of eight taekwondo black belt nine section masters."
Zhan hanjue Mou bottom ice layer is thicker, "so fierce, still need me to send you home?"
Yan Zhengling patted his mouth and realized that he had lost his words. "Brother a Yue, although I lost my martial arts so much, I was too timid to walk alone at night," he said
"Why do you do too much to worry about?" The cold Baron teased her.
Yan Zhengling said, "I haven't done anything to lose my heart!"
"Lying spirit!" said Han Jue
Yan Zhengling: "it's just a white lie." She pleaded for herself in a small voice.
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