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A flower thief grabbed Xiao Zhao with both hands and severely buckled her neck. Long and narrow eyes looked at the night. You let go of my heart, or I will strangle her. Xiao Zhao’s neck and hands are tight. Xiao Zhao immediately felt difficult to breathe. Qiao’s face was pale and her sword fell to the ground as early as when she was suddenly buckled just now. She was stunned by the sudden situation before she was distracted and captured.
That’s right. Let me go. Look at my arm. You hurt me. When the thief saw the flower thief, there was nowhere to go. The horse returned to its usual enchanting.
Holding her night soul, the night charm doesn’t look at her, and she is there with a cold face.
The night wind blows and the flowers are everywhere.
What if you don’t let go?
Chapter VI Cruel Means
What if you don’t let go?
The faint sound was cold and bent, and the red robe was put in one hand in the hazy moonlight, and the stunning face was even more mysterious.
The thief woman stared at her and couldn’t wait to cut the attractive face and show naked jealousy in those charming eyes. Why can this woman hold beauty and look at her manners and clothes? It must be a big family’s daughter. It’s too bad. Everything good falls on her. Even three men who have taken a fancy to her belong to her.
Don’t put it in this girl’s white and tender face. The thief gave Xiao Zhao a bad look. Although this girl is not beautiful, she hates to look at her charming and clever appearance, especially those clear eyes of spring water. It seems that she can show her dark heart naked with no reservation. It’s terrible.
Yeah, let me go, or my knife will be merciless
The flower thief knew that it was really planted this time, but he wouldn’t easily admit defeat. He held Xiao Zhao’s neck with one hand and touched his personal dagger with the other, and changed his hand to change the dagger and moved it back and forth in her face.
Xiao Zhao felt a cold chill rush into her face from the soles of her feet, but she didn’t speak. She sipped her lips and was held by a flower thief. She believed that the Lord would save herself.
Well, let’s see who gets scratched faster than your Xiao Zhao face.
The cold bend suddenly smiled, but it happened that the thieves couldn’t help shivering and felt a deep fear.
You, you thief, were so scared that she couldn’t speak clearly.
The male flower thief dagger hand also shivered slightly and almost left a mark on Xiao Zhao’s face.
The night soul and the night spirit’s eyes are cold and they dare to threaten them. It’s really a death to hold the female thief’s hands. The female thief feels that the bones are going to be broken.
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She screamed a pale cold sweat on her charming and enchanting face, which was clearly visible in the dim light from her forehead.
You, you let her go.
When the flower thief saw the female thief scream, his heart trembled and strongly suppressed the idea of leaving Xiao Zhao to escape, because now he has understood that these people are not vegetarians and he is afraid that he will lose his life before he escapes.
Isn’t it necessary to draw a face?
Cold, curved, sneering, barefoot, walking in front of them, the fire infrared robe swung long, and a waterfall-like hair hung straight down to the waist and two temples, and a few strands of micro-curly hair fell naughtily.
It’s killing her to give up so quickly and dare to touch anyone.
Her every move is like a fairy dance, but the male and female flower pickers feel that as she approaches, a powerful momentum is overwhelming and they almost can’t breathe.
What do you-what do you want?
The flower thief gave up. This woman is not a fairy at all. She is a witch. She holds a fairy, elegant and beautiful appearance, but a frightening and unpredictable witch.
Me? Cold, crooked lips, soft hands, casually stretching out in front of the light, shaking those smooth and slender nails, but they looked terrible in the dim light. The male and female flower pickers stared at her hands and dared not touch them.
Suddenly, the eyes were cold and bent, and the two felt a flash of silver light. The figure of Xiao Zhao, the male flower thief’s hand, fell on the side of the night, and the male flower thief’s face mask was torn open, but Zhang Junxiu’s pale face was revealed.