Chapter 1455 (1/2)

My Guardian Mr Bo Fu Jiu 14250K 2022-07-22

He quickly took the dagger to rush up, the thin figure looked at him with a knife, the sharp and cold eyes, her eyes flowing through the complex look.

In the night, he was holding a dagger and catching her

The dagger mixed with the strong wind hit her cheek. She did not move under her feet and bent back to avoid the attack. The dagger could just wipe her face. She looked at the cold silver dagger, so close to her, although she knew everything in her heart, she still felt inexpressible emotion.

In the face of his attack, she retreated, dodged nimbly to the left and right, but did not move.

Leng Jue looks at her like this more, his heart bottom by gives birth to shame vexation, why, she evades is why, attack! They are against each other. He wants to catch her. Why doesn't she fight back!

Do you really want to let her go, not to catch her!?

Leng Jue's heart trembled violently, but, how could that be!

At the entrance of the alley, the remaining four or five special soldiers saw this situation and looked at each other one after another, and roared and rushed up the next second.

Gu Liang saw four or five figures in front of her rushed up. Her eyes were cold. Facing the persistent and desperate cold Jue, she frowned tightly, and her lips pressed tightly. Cold but angry, she jumped out two words: ”looking for death --!”

The voice falls, she has been dodging the figure suddenly counterattack, in his dagger once again sharp from her in front of her, she flashed and suddenly took his arm, a foot whirling kick in his chest, strong he stood unsteadily back several steps.

The lip corner is also shocked to overflow a mouthful of blood.

Leng Jue's eyes were stained with blood. He lifted his hand to wipe the corner of his lip and looked at the bloodstain. He stared at her and sneered, ”are you serious at last? Come on!”

Gu Liang looks at him coldly with no emotion.

Several people finally came up together, and one of them was beaten and beaten. With the sound of screams, the perfect parabola on the wall, on the ground and in the air was piled up with embarrassed bodies.

She still did not take their lives, but if anyone could stand up and attack her again, she would give a severe blow, a punch and a blow, and her ribs could be broken.