Chapter 1037 (1/2)

Han Jue looks at Yan Zhengling, who is proud and extraordinary. The girl's eyes are scorn of red fruits.

The pride and self-esteem of the man was provoked by Yan Zhengling, and the blood of the cold Baron was boiling. ”If you lose, don't cry!” He grinds his teeth.

Yan Zheng Ling snorted, ”cut, do not know who lost.”

Yan Zhengling takes Han hanjue to the game room of Huanya. He looks at all kinds of high-end intelligent simulation game machines and has no words.

”Why not really?” He looked at Yan Zhengling coldly.

Yan Zhengling saw his sharp eyes, which were eager to tear her apart and swallow her belly, and shrunk.

Seriously, is she still abused by him every minute?

”I'm afraid to hurt you.” Clearly in the heart is afraid to die, but stem the neck to say to engulf mountains and rivers.

Zhan hanjue's eyes looked at her small body, and then sat in front of the martial arts competitive game machine.

Yan Zhengling sat down next to him.

In order to make the game more realistic, I changed the name of the two characters.

At the beginning of the contest, Han Jue was fierce and kicked Yan Zhengling's head. Yan Zhengling flew up and fell to the ground.

”I don't know how to take pity on women at all.” Yan Zhengling said angrily.

”If you don't clean you up, you won't know the height of the earth.”

”Don't be complacent. I'll give you three moves first.” Yan Zhengling shamelessly found himself under the steps.

He was thinking in his heart that this guy had lost his memory. Why is the martial arts move still so cruel and accurate when playing the game?

After three moves, Yan Zhengling lies on the ground and can't get up.

Han Han Jue despised her, ”can you still get up?”

Yan Zhengling got up hard and gasped: ”I've let you do three moves. Now I'm going to fight back.”

Lord Zhan nodded. I'm waiting

Yan Zhengling suddenly jumped up, a whirlwind whirling kick, as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, the foot board was against the face of the warlord.

But she was too tender.

Next, she didn't make any new moves. Zhan hanjue's head tilted to the side, holding her ankle like a pair of pincers, yanzhengling fluttered in the air like a chicken and was severely thrown to the ground.