Chapter 21 (1/2)

The bleak cry of the night changed the color of those present.

It's too hard to think about the nature of the night.

If you don't agree, you will whip.

Nima's whip It's really spicy.

Straight to the face of the night qingshallow hit, hit that called a flesh and skin.

The onlookers shivered and touched their faces subconsciously.

Women care about their appearance most.

In particular, the night is light, known as the first beauty, is extremely concerned about their own beauty.

The whipping of the night clearing down has killed the night.

”Ah - my face! My face Night qingshallow screams unceasingly, she feels the burning pain on the face, the hand is full of blood.

On her face, from her forehead to her mouth, there was a visible bone whip mark, which was very conspicuous.

The hand covering the wound was bloody and looked terrible.

”Shallow son Night clear fall, you little bitch, you dare to beat my daughter! Somebody, get her for me! Catch this little bitch for me As soon as the second lady saw that her daughter's proud appearance was destroyed by the night, the whole person could not calm down.

She rushed forward, trying to grab the whip in night clear's hands.

But by night clear off backhand a whip, roll up her, throw fly out.

The second lady's body like a broken kite, heavy fall on the ground.

She ”wow” a mouthful, gushing blood.

The common people were cold-blooded one by one, and many timid people did not even dare to see it.

Great!

It's amazing!

The attack is fierce and ruthless, and does not give the other side any room to counterattack at all!

Who dares to say that the young patriarch is a waste? Who said they were in a hurry!

Nima, this is garbage? Is not that night, which is called genius, a waste of waste?