Chapter 738 (1/2)

”Don't play tricks,” belan said, laughing brightly

Muzichen's lips rose and his radian was ironic.

A pair of sharp Phoenix eyes looked at the obvious warning in front of him, and said in a slow voice, ”even if I play tricks, what can you do?”

The voice is light and the irony is clear.

And, with a lot of provocation.

Belan's smile widened and held the cigarette in his mouth.

Looked at the ground, and then, the shoes of the foot toward his upper rolled up, ”then you may not be very good.”

Musichen laughed, his eyes were cold, and he said hello to belon's face with his fist.

Belan raised his hand to block it. Then, he pulled out the cigarette end and burned it in musichen's face.

Muxichen grabbed Byron's wrist with his backhand, and the sarcastic radian on his face was closed, but his eyes were still full of ridicule.

Belan's wrist was pinched and the cigarette end fell between her fingers and onto her upper.

The original bright vamp immediately showed a trace of being scalded.

Belan's face changed, his masseter muscles tightened, and he burst into a rage: ”duck!”

In the middle of the scolding, he was really angry, and belan swung his fist against his stomach.

Musichen dodged like a reflex, then blocked with his backhand.

Belan was furious, and the two were already fighting each other.

Others were startled by the images and immediately stopped: ”Baillon!”

”What can he do if he's given the lottery?”

”Stop it!”

There was something to be said about it.

After thinking about it, I decided to stop.

But musichen began to cling.

Byron gritted his teeth: ”you mean it