Chapter 279 (1/2)

At this time, Li yanye found that there was a dog skin plaster on Mo Chen's left face.

Was Ouyang Xinglang really beaten? Unfortunately, Li yanye can't laugh now.

”Have you gone back to greet old Mo recently? Are you a good grandson?” Li yanye sat down beside Mo Chen, and then watched the boring animal world with him.

Suddenly, the ink dust was like a lion rising at first, rushing towards the fierce night, playing with his indiscriminate sneak attack.

Li yanye was injured and was ambushed by him. He couldn't even speak.

”Li yanye, you stinky boy, are you kidding me? What are you talking about? Ouyang Xinglang is gay. Do you know how serious I was punched? I'm going to be disfigured!”

Ink dust's indignant saliva almost gushed on Li yanye's face. He tightly pinched Li yanye's neck with both hands, almost using all his strength.

This kind of sneak attack means only ink dust is playing, because he knows he can't beat the fierce burning night, so he can only come to the Yin. If he had ended up in failure and had been repaired in turn, he would have counterattacked this time!

And Li yanye let him pinch his neck. Isn't this a rare thing in a thousand years?

In fact, the night was so fierce that the bones were soft because of the pain on the ribs, and he was pinched by ink dust. He couldn't open his mouth if he wanted to.

”Mo Chen, what are you doing?” When he opened the door of the box, Ouyang Xinglang, who saw this situation, threw himself forward, surrounded Mo Chen's waist, and then let him throw out in the air.

This time, Ouyang Xinglang did it a little harder. When the ink dust was dropped on the carpet, it was dizzy and dazzling.

The ink dust that was almost vomited fell and stumbled up from the ground, and then roared at Ouyang Xinglang.

”Ouyang Xinglang, you son of a bitch, son of a bitch! I want to make a break with you!”

After shouting, he slammed the door and went out.

Ouyang Xinglang severely hit two in three days, but everyone will be angry! His ink dust is no exception!

”Ah Yan, how are you?” Ouyang Xinglang doesn't have the life and death of ink dust. Isn't he able to walk, jump and cry? I can't see anything uncomfortable!

At most, it's just a little trauma to the heart, but it will heal automatically in two hours.

Ouyang Xinglang carefully entrusted the fierce burning night squeezed by the ink dust on the sofa. Seeing that he was sweating a thin layer, he was obviously enduring pain. Ouyang Xinglang immediately untied his clothes and began to check them.