Chapter 897: how to spell (1/2)
Almost at the same time, everyone's eyes turned away, and they could only hear the muffled and twisting and struggling sounds behind them.
In the end what happened?
Everyone tried to find some answers from the leftover light, but it was a little worse.
Damn it! You can still tell from the sound.
”What did you do to the Patriarch?
! ”
”Asshole, untie us!”
”We are going to kill you!!”
Almost all were furious, but helpless.
They can't break free from the current shackles. Now their bodies are the shackles of their thoughts. No matter how violent their thoughts are, they can only be confined to the stone-like body.
Kiss, long.
Wang Mengyi's body was almost limp, and his whole body was fiery.
The breath exhaled from the nose and mouth was rapid and rushing, and his face was blushing.
This is her first kiss, with a strange man, mandatory.
The fury in her heart almost ignited her whole body, shame and hatred coexisted in her mind, and almost shredded her sanity.
Highly above, when has she been so coerced! ?
But the body couldn't get away from this man's arms, or completely fell into the quagmire created by him, sinking deeper and deeper, until the soul fell.
A few minutes later, Zhang Wanlin finally let go of Wang Mengyi still intently.
Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity to **** blood. Her blood was so delicious, but his sensitive perception made him realize that multiple forces were chasing from different angles.
It is only a matter of time to catch up with them.
Wang Mengyi's body seemed to have strength in an instant. He took out the pistol around his waist and pointed at Zhang Wanlin, shaking all over.
Her hair was messed up, her eyes filled with tears, and the anger and hatred could be seen.
”You bastard!!”
She almost couldn't control it and fired immediately, but reason told her how futile it was.
Since he can evade the bullet before, he can also evade her naturally.
Moreover, his strength is needed to overcome difficulties.
Wang Mengyi has never suffered a scene like this, and when he saw him licking his tongue like enjoyment, he became angry.
”Your apology is very sincere, I plan to let him go now!”
With a snap of Zhang Wanlin's fingers, everyone's body relaxed and could move.
”Damn it, say, what did you do to the Patriarch just now!?”
”Even if we fight our lives, we will kill you, a beast!”
”Skills can be killed but not humiliated!”
A group of people were about to shoot, but Zhang Wanlin was still, as steady as Mount Tai, and said lightly: ”I saved you again.”
Just as his tone fell and everyone was wondering, a burst of noise came from the body.
A wooden pile soaring into the sky propped up the truck, let it roll and spin in the air, and finally tipped to the ground.
At the same time, a torsion force tore the metal, tearing the metal block several centimeters thick like foam.
The interior of the carriage was suddenly opened, and the iron sheets were scattered, leaving only a bare frame in an instant.
What is incredible is that a crowd of people stood in the car safely, even the driver was unscathed.
At first glance, it looks very strange.
When a car arrived, bright light hit the fallen car, while several people came from everywhere in the dark shadows.
They are tall or strong, with hunters' brilliance in their eyes.
You can tell from the uniform that it is a court official.
The people in the car were horrified and completely forgot about the killing of Zhang Wanlin. They hurriedly took guns to respond.
But in the face of seven court officials at once, no one can bear it.