The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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Not only that, the white skin of her body is white, and at this time it is red, and the people watching are shocking.

There are also those eyes, bloodshot, red.

But even so, she is still standing, her back is straight, her legs are straight, and there is no bend.

"Oh, things are still not right now, Su Zian, you have raised a good niece!" Li Yuxiang's eyes were even more chilly, even unpleasant.

Su Zi’an’s heart was anxious, and he rushed to the Soviet Union: “Not too fast!”

Su’s forehead was covered with sweat, but her look did not change. Her voice was cold but strong: “Not like any evil force, it is the way in my heart!”

The Tao is, the heart is tough, and the cultivation can be a thousand miles.

Practice, not only the body is repaired, but also the heart of a strong person.

Li Yuxiang taunted and looked at the stubborn stinking head.

Being able to maintain his unyielding body under his pressure, it is really a bit proud. However, he hates such arrogance most.

Li Yuxiang flashed a killing in his eyes, and the power of the strongman became more and more popular. He focused on the Soviet Union and spread throughout the hall.

Under the strong pressure, Su Zian's legs were shaking, and it seemed that he would stumble in the next moment. He took advantage of Li Yuxiang's inattention and moved backwards step by step, gradually moving away from the barometric center.

Su Jingyu did not have the strength of his son, only heard a bang, and he was kneeling directly from the distance.

Originally, such as Li Yuxiang, those who are strong, should have the dignity of the strong, should not be as common as the juniors of the Soviet Union.

However, Li Yuxiang, a narrow-minded person, cannot really use common sense.

Su Jingyu was stunned, and Su Zian was also stunned, but the stinky head in front of him was still erect, which is an unforgivable sin for Li Yuxiang.

He felt that his strong majesty was offended.

Suddenly, Li Yuxiang waved his hand and released all the last two points of the power!

For a time, the air in the hall suddenly condensed.

"Hey--" Su Zi'an, who couldn't easily withdraw from a short distance, couldn't stand any more and fell to the ground.

Li Yuxiang’s mouth sneered a sneer.

Her old man is stunned, can't he stink?

However, to his surprise, this stinky head was still standing upright.

The floor under her feet had already shattered, and her feet fell into the ground with a foot, but even so, she still had no curved back and no knees.

Li Yuxiang’s face instantly became very ugly.

Although Su Luo still remains unyielding, only she knows how much she suffers at this time.

The cold sweat on the forehead condensed into beads, and the drops dripped.

The eyeballs are red and seem to burst at the next moment.

White skin like jade, this time, like a cracked spider web, oozing a little bit of blood, it is hard to bear.

The aura in the body of the Soviet Union is running wildly, and the big emptiness of palm prints circling overhead, resisting the strong pressure of the strong.

The more resistant she is, the more she understands the gap between herself and the real strong, and the more she understands that each level is an insurmountable gap.

Originally, Su was calculated, and the chance of resisting it was 10%, but now she is helplessly understand that she has no chance of winning half a game.

The eighth-order Li Yuxiang is too powerful, and she is not the one she can resist now.

How to do?

There was a slight uneasiness in the heart of Su Luo’s heart. She hangs a string of sweat on her forehead and flows into her eyes. Her eyes hurt, but she did not look at it.

The stinky girl is really stubborn! Li Yuxiang snorted coldly. It seems that she will not bow down if she does not give her a lot of embarrassment.