Chapter 522 (2/2)

The woman collapsed and shouted. She felt like she was a pig in the countryside who was pulled by the crowd. She couldn’t resist and couldn’t break free. She had no choice but to kill. Next, at this moment, Civilized World is so far away from her.

In the disgusting and demonic laughter, her hair was messy and was soiled by the sand on the ground. The shoes were taken off first, then the silk socks were tocibly torn off, and the tops were also in a series. “Sting” left his body.

“Don’t… stop… don’t…”

A loud and fierce slap in the face, a corner of the mouth overflowed with a trace of blood, this slap let the woman give up the resistance, lying on the ground desperate mourning, tears wet her cheeks, makeup all spent.

Her hands and feet were slammed when the clothes were taken off.

When she found a man with a stinking body sitting on her, the dirty and disgusting hands rudely tore off her bra and slammed the two jade rabbits on her chest, her screams intensified. I only feel that I have lost my dignity as a human being.

The five Libyan mobs looked at the women on the ground and couldn’t help but swallowed saliva and said. The other four urged the companions who were sitting on the women to hurry up. They couldn’t wait to taste this Chinese woman. The body is gone.

I don’t know if they are surrounded…

The Ribbi thug who was riding on a woman was just about to take off her pants, and a cold gun was placed on the back of his head. The coldness that permeated it instantly shattered all his evil thoughts. I looked up and saw all around. I didn’t know when I stood a group of Chinese soldiers dressed in camouflage uniforms. His four companions were also shot with their hands on their heads and looked at themselves in horror.

“咕咚~”

The chills, a hard swallowing of a sip of water, burst into a cold sweat.

The Libyan mob riding on a woman raised her eyes and slowly raised her hands.

“Dare to bully our Chinese women, are you impatient?”

At this time, Confucius was furious and used a gun to squat on the head of the Libyan mob.

In the state of anger, the power that was made was naturally sufficient. The gun was smashed down. The Libyan mob immediately broke his blood and left the woman’s body and fell down on the dusty ground.

Jiang Zhiming quickly took off his camouflage suit and put it on the woman lying on the ground and sat up with her: “It’s okay, you are safe!”

When I heard the familiar Chinese, the woman opened her tears from despair. When she saw the soldiers dressed in their national camouflage uniforms, she burst into tears and screamed in the arms of Jiang Zhiming. The shock was undecided and the body was forbearing. The shiver coldly, can not say anything, crying hard, just the experience is like a terrifying nightmare, so she thinks it will shudder.

Xiao Luo was the first to hear the movement, but it was the last one to come up. To solve the five Libyan mobs who were revering the law and of natural morality, Jiang Zhiming went on, just waiting for him to go. At a recent look, I found that the woman who was almost violently violent was so familiar. He almost blurted out and asked: “Are you… Don Juan?”

The woman turned her head from Jiang Zhiming’s arms, and her face was full of incredulous tears: “Xiao Luo?”

The two eyes are opposite each other, the faces are so familiar, and Xiao Luo is shocked. I really didn’t expect to meet Tang Yan in Libya. He remembers that the last meeting with this university female classmate was last year at Jiangcheng. At that time, she seemed to say that her career was a small series…