Chapter 1590： Sun Baiwen leading Xiaosan (1/2)

She Yunjian always guards.

What respects the old and the young, does not exist in her world.

She is not a bad person, the Virgin.

What about Zhu Rongxiang, and whether Zhu Rongxiang's son Sun Baiwen has been derailed has nothing to do with her.

However, Zhu Rongxiang imprisoned Qin Fangfang, watching Qin Fangfang's imprisoned chain and chain full of injuries. Both wrists and ankles were imprinted with red traces of obvious imprisonment by iron chains. Stop speechless.

Even if it wasn't Qin Fangfang, Yun Jian knew that if he didn't take it, Qin Yirou would definitely not think he hadn't seen it.

If Qin Yirou meets Zhu Xixiang, the vixen, she will definitely not have the upper hand, so Yun Jian will naturally not sit idly by.

In the distance, Hang Zijie, Wang Duo, Duan Chengxuan, and those who were standing around to watch the opera, but did not dare to say a word, saw Yun Jian carrying a knife with him, all of which changed his face!

She actually carried a knife with her! Is this the rhythm of getting ready for the shelf at any time!

And looking at her skillful appearance, obviously this is not the first time.

”Just, let's figure this thing out, that's the adult's thing, what is she mixing with as a child! And she shook the broken knife, thinking she would throw the knife twice, especially powerful!”

Standing far away, Wang Duo next to Hang Zijie saw Yun Jian's butterfly knife twirled, and envy and jealousy in her heart.

If she can also play the sword, it's not her who is now paying attention.

It was because of jealousy that Wang Duo said this sentence.

Wang Duo's words were not echoed.

Everyone around there was frightened by Yun Jian taking out the butterfly knife, nothing more than Zhu Xixiang.

Zhu Xixiang is an old woman who is greedy for fear of death. She argued with Qin Fangfang, but never thought about death.

So when I saw Yun Jian taking out the butterfly knife, and then piercing her own corner with the butterfly knife, she caught it back with the force of throwing the butterfly knife. Zhu Xixiang was closest to Yun Jian. Seeing this, her face changed. A hue.

”You dare! You dare to kill me in public !? Call the police! Help the police! Call the police! Call the police to save people!”

Zhu Xixiang was lying on the ground side, she supported the ground with her elbow, and looked at Yun Jian in horror and asked for help.