Jiang Yilin was taken aback, obviously she didn't expect Zhang Fan to dare to do something to her so blatantly.

However, she quickly calmed down, stretched out her hand, blocked Zhang Fan's chin, looked at Zhang Fan with bright and serious eyes, and said, "You need capital to do everything, do you have that capital?"

"Just look at it?" Zhang Fan licked his lips and said with a cruel smile.

In this sentence, provocation is not like provocation, and blocking is not like blocking, but more like a tone of wanting to refuse and welcome, which stimulates the anger in Zhang Fan's heart.

When he said this, Zhang Fan grabbed Jiang Yilin's hand dragging his chin with his other hand, wanting to take her hand away, so that it would be more convenient.

At this moment, Jiang Yilin's hand holding Zhang Fan's chin suddenly reached forward, and five large fingers were bent at the same time, like the sharp claws of a vulture, and they grabbed Zhang Fan's neck fiercely.

Fast, ruthless, accurate.

And it was a sudden move, and Zhang Fan was not given time to react at all.

The position of the two was originally up and down, close at hand, Jiang Yilin suddenly pinched her claws and grabbed Zhang Fan's neck, but Zhang Fan didn't react for a while.

By the time he reacted, the hand was less than five centimeters from his neck.

Swish!

Zhang Fan's head turned to one side, and Jiang Yilin's snow-white palm passed by his face under Zhang Fan's gaze.

Her nails with bright red nail polish were slender and extremely sharp, and they directly rubbed a fine mark on Zhang Fan's side face, and a drop of blood dripped from his face.

The sudden danger made Zhang Fan suddenly sober up, he stiffened his waist, looked at Jiang Yilin with wide eyes, and asked, "Are you a practitioner?"

Jiang Yilin continued to lie on the sofa, her long hair was scattered, because she had exercised vigorously just now, so she gasped violently and smiled sweetly: "Lian Jiazi is not a good person, but I have just learned a few hands to grapple." ”

Zhang Fan didn't speak, but looked at Jiang Yilin with a gloomy face.

There are no threes, twos, threes, and I dare not go to Liangshan. No diamonds, no porcelain work.

Zhang Fan could see that Jiang Yilin was humbling herself, and she would never be able to practice this hand grabbing without practicing for two or three years.

Could it be that this woman is so fearless, it turns out that she has a stunt.

It's just that----

Did it work?

Dodging Jiang Yilin's sneak attack, Zhang Fan directly grabbed Jiang Yilin's waist, and then turned her over.

He hugged Jiang Yilin's waist and lifted it violently, and suddenly, Jiang Yilin's body was indeed picked up by Zhang Fan.

It's really in the way for her to lie on the sofa like this, but it doesn't matter, just change the position---- anyway, women can lie on their stomachs, and even, lying on their stomachs is more comfortable than lying down.

However, Jiang Yilin reacted quickly, and the moment her body was lifted, her body suddenly spun rapidly in mid-air.

After a rotation of three hundred and sixty degrees, her two long legs suddenly rose high, and the skirt of the short skirt was also slightly raised, and the scenery under the skirt was faintly visible.

In the next moment, Jiang Yilin's two legs suddenly bent at the highest point, wrapping around Zhang Fan's waist, and her whole body was slippery like a loach and slipped away from the sofa.

"Huh?"

After Zhang Fan turned Jiang Yilin over, he was about to punish her further, but in the blink of an eye, Jiang Yilin's body was gone, and he suddenly became alert.

"I'm behind you. Zhang Fan's ears sounded Jiang Yilin's laughter.

Zhang Fan turned his head violently and found that there was suddenly a woman's face on the left.

After that, Zhang Fan's neck also had an extra pair of hands, which encircled his neck.

Zhang Fan's heart sank to the bottom.

When did this woman get behind her back?

But Zhang Fan didn't mess up with proportion, but bent down sharply, wanting to throw Jiang Yilin off his shoulder.

"Look for death!"

Jiang Yilin felt the bump, her eyes suddenly cold, her two legs wrapped around Zhang Fan's thighs, and then the whole person was like an upside-down golden hook, directly dragged to the ground, swimming around Zhang Fan's bottom like a loach.

"Do you know yoga?" Zhang Fan gasped.

"Learned a little. Jiang Yilin said.

Yoga, originated in India, since the Tang Dynasty, along with Buddhism in China, modern women in order to keep in shape, yoga is their first choice. But what they don't know is that yoga was originally created to kill people.

Because the body can make various actions that challenge the limits of the human body, it often kills people invisibly. And this Jiang Yilin's body is like a snake, and she looks like a yoga master.

"Come down!" Zhang Fan said in a low voice, wanting to throw Jiang Yilin down.

But he found a problem, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get Jiang Yilin down---- he did let go of Jiang Yilin, but Jiang Yilin didn't let go of him, and his body was twisted together like a twist.

Zhang Fan's back was cold, and the cold hair on his whole body stood up.

"I said, you need capital to do everything, and the men in Quan Yanjing who want to climb into my Jiang Yilin's bed are not a thousand but eight hundred, but none of them have that capital, and I believe you will be no exception----" Jiang Yilin chuckled, and then launched the next step.

She sandwiched Zhang Fan's waist with her two legs, climbed up step by step, and finally climbed onto Zhang Fan's head, and her two legs also clamped Zhang Fan's face tightly.

As soon as she exerted her strength slightly, Zhang Fan couldn't breathe, and his face instantly turned pale.

Ever seen a python hunting?

First it will entangle the prey, and then feed, now Jiang Yilin is a female python, and Zhang Fan is the poor prey entangled by Jiang Yilin, her body is slightly forced, Zhang Fan has a feeling of suffocation, his face changed from red to purple, then from purple to white, and finally from white to pale.

"If I wanted to kill you, you're dead by now. Jiang Yilin was still smiling, her two legs were hard by little, and she clamped Zhang Fan's head even harder.

"I can't...... Breathe, let go of me......" Zhang Fan could only make a faint voice and struggled violently.

"Hmph. Jiang Yilin smiled proudly, she planned to teach Zhang Fan a lesson, so she had no intention of letting go for the time being.

Just as she was proud, suddenly her face changed, the expression on her face, like petrification, suddenly stiffened, and her forehead was soon covered with fine beads of sweat.

Zhang Fan couldn't breathe, people like to grab something when they are nervous, and it's good if they can't catch it, so he opened his mouth ---- and bit down.