The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

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The glass smoked a breath, although some were afraid, but more distressed.

"Forget it, don't worry too much, I am not good?" Reaching out and gently stroking Mu Shaobai's tight face, she softly comforted.

"How can you not care, this time you are good, but this paper can not contain the fire, if it is known by other people, move my woman, you can live well, then the fly will Indispensable." Mu Shaobai grabbed the hand of Luo Liyan and kissed him on the lips, with a tone of unquestionable determination.

In fact, if we are not together, we will not happen again.

Luo Liyan thought silently in his heart, but when he got to his mouth, he couldn’t say anything.

She couldn't bear to say such a thing, to hurt the man in front of her.

I don't even know if I said this, would it really drive Mu Shaobai crazy?

"Do you want to be hands-on?" Luo Liyan licked his mouth, and his eyes were a little tangled.

If you really want to stay, as Mu Shaobai said, this kind of thing can't be condoned. Those men can't leave a living today anyway.

Although this was the end of the moment when they started to do it themselves, she still felt a little bit strange.

"Of course!" Mussau raised his eyebrows and his eyes were dark and deep. "I think they should tell you, who am I! So you are afraid of me now?"

"Why are you afraid?" Luo Liyan was a chest, and his face was fearless. "They said that you are the best, then you can certainly protect me."

Mu Shaobai looked at her flashing little eyes and couldn't help but smack the corners. "If this is the case, then I think the next thing, you will certainly not be afraid."

Hardly licking the weak hand of Luo Liuyan, he swayed into the villa.

The few men who were together, the man who was still smoking, was shocked and pulled out the guns.

"You... how are you going together?"

"I should say that you are clever or stupid? I thought of a woman who started to work with me, but I couldn't even see a woman with no hands." Mu Shaobai glanced at them coolly, a few reds. The point appeared in the deadly place on them.

The faces of the men suddenly became ugly, and the hand holding the gun shook.

"MD, fight!"

One of the men snorted and just wanted to pull the trigger. A blood flower bloomed on his wrist and the gun fell to the ground.

When the men saw it, they immediately reacted and wanted to follow the hands, but no one could shoot a shot. After all, compared with professional killers, their military value is really not enough.

Mu Shaobai draws a thin knife with a cold light from his sleeve, and a cold smile hangs from his mouth. He walks over the faces with a thick and unwilling man.

"Mu Ye, we are not afraid of death, we only hope that you can help us kill that person..." One of the men was red-eyed and said with a whimper.

There are no loved ones. They have no meaning in living in this world. They just can’t watch the enemy die. They are really unwilling.

Mussau’s movements were quick, and the knife picked up some of their ribs and tendons.

Large pieces of blood poured out of their bodies.

Stepping back two steps, he looked at the little girl who had been silent.