Chapter Seventy-Two, Anger Burns
Hancock hesitated, resolutely raised his head and chose to continue dancing, although it was also humiliating, and it was also not of her own volition, but she would rather have her feet pierced than strip naked and be 'admired' by these filthy and ugly stinky men. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"Wait!"
Seeing that Hancock chose to dance, a trace of disappointment flashed in Basander's eyes, and he snorted dissatisfiedly, pointing to Hancock's feet, "Take off your shoes." ā
"yes, that's enough. The Tianlong man next to him followed and coaxed.
Hancock didn't hesitate, she was ready to be stabbed, as long as she wasn't seen naked by these people, pain was nothing to her.
Because, her heart, except for when facing her two younger sisters, has long been dead.
Hancock bent down slightly, even if it was just a bending action, it also made Basang Desheng's breathing become much heavier, although he was only fifteen years old, but Hancock's charming and graceful posture, when he bent down and squatted, his round and straight buttocks were just facing Basang Desheng, from the split cheongsam, even the wonderful arc of the buttocks could be faintly seen, Basang Desheng was panting like a cow, his eyes were round, and he looked straight, not only him, but the Tianlong people present also focused their eyes on Hancock's body.
Even though the other female slaves were stripped naked, they weren't as noticeable as Hancock.
The piercing cheers made Hancock's heart even colder, and her eyes, charming eyes, were also filled with a chill of resentment, tears of humiliation, and kept rolling in the circles of her eyes, but she had to continue to endure, even if this humiliation made her even lose the courage to live, but she still chose to grit her teeth to face it.
Hancock took off the high heels on his feet, got up and stood up, "Hey...", I don't know how many people sighed in disappointment on the spot, because Hancock's bending over has already fascinated many people.
Throwing his shoes aside, Hancock glanced back at Basander, "Now, can I jump?"
Even though Hancock's voice was surprisingly cold, and even his eyes were full of endless humiliation and resentment, the more this happened, the more the conquest-desire-desire for her in the heart of Basander's heart became stronger.
Hancock's willow eyebrows and starry eyes, his skin is as white as snow, his lips are like cherries, his nose is delicate, and his slightly upturned pink mouth also exudes a kind of sneer. Basander's heart jerked to his throat at this glance, and then fell back to where it was.
There was disappointment in her heart, but also joy, the more unruly and glamorous and charming the stunner, the more interested she was, the more energetic her body became, Basang Desheng clenched his fists hard, and secretly swore in his heart, "This woman, I must get it!"
Hancock gritted his teeth and stepped forward, and the lotus step moved slightly, and he was stunned to dance on the stage again, but she really underestimated the perverted evil thoughts of these Tianlong people, I don't know who took the lead, one after another wine glasses and bottles were thrown on the stage, Hancock's feet, after a while, stepped on the broken glass, her brows were furrowed in pain, and her movements suddenly slowed down.
"Don't stop, keep jumping, jump fast, or I'll strip you naked right away." ā
No one here feels sorry for her, the Tianlong people don't know what it means to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, although Hancock's beauty makes them happy in their hearts, but these inhuman moths can't feel the humiliation and pain in Hancock's heart at all, on the contrary, the more Hancock is like this, the happier they are.
Hancock gritted her teeth and twisted her waist again, but her originally white and charming beautiful feet that were as clear as jade became bloody after a while, and the soles of her feet did not know how many broken glasses she stepped on, and the pain in her heart made her forehead wrinkle tighter and tighter, she didn't dare to stop, she could only grit her teeth and continue to insist, however, after a long time, her body couldn't hold it after all, and the laughter of the dragons these days became more and more intense and high-pitched.
Rumble......!
Seeing Hancock stumbling and staggering, his body was about to fall on the stage, suddenly, the door of the hall was kicked and flew in, everyone was startled, and their eyes all looked at this side, and when these people's eyes fell on Ye Chen's body, they all screamed in fright.
Although Ye Chen is three years older, Ye Chen still left a deep impression on many people in the colosseum competition three years ago, especially the scene where Ye Chen pinched and exploded the opponent's egg yolk with one move.
"It's that hateful little ghost, it's Ye Chen!"
"Ghost Hand Ye Chen!"
"My mother, isn't this person dead, how could he be here, it's really alive!"
From time to time, the crowd erupted into terrifying screams, and after a while, the entire hall became agitated, and many people desperately retreated, and even the eyes of Basang Desheng were surprised, but also a little puzzled, "Where is my gatekeeper? Why is there no movement at all?"
"They're all dead!"
Ye Chen replied coldly, and then quickly glanced around the room, and soon, his eyes fell on Han Cook, who was about to fall.
The moment he saw Han Cook, Ye Chen's heart suddenly tightened, and he shouted angrily, "Shave!"
Immediately, his body disappeared in the doorway.
A turbulent air flow rolled up in place, and at the moment when Han Cook's body was about to land, Ye Chen reached out and dragged Han Cook, and hurriedly took her off the stage, looking at the feet full of broken glass, Ye Chen's anger completely exploded.
His eyes, like wild wolves, glanced at these people coldly, "Today, you all have to die!"
Saying that, Ye Chen gently put Hancock on the ground, and was just about to comfort her, Hancock had fainted in pain, Ye Chen's hands clenched his fists hard, his body, at this moment, was completely boiling, and even his hands flashed a black luster at the same time.
Ye Chen rushed to the front of a Celestial Dragon man like a tiger descending from a mountain, he flew into the air and smashed the Celestial Dragon man's head with a vicious fist.
Click......
Without the slightest suspense, the hard skull, like a watermelon suddenly opened, was smashed by Ye Chen's punch, scarlet brains sprayed everywhere, Ye Chen's footsteps did not stop, and he rushed to the next "finger gun" again!"
For Ye Chen, these scumbags, even if they go to hell, they are too cheap, Ye Chen is killing on a large scale, these dragon nobles, one by one, they have no power to tie the chicken, in the face of the angry Ye Chen, they have no power to fight back, many people are frightened and run to the door, but Ye Chen's speed is so fast that it only leaves an afterimage in the same place, no matter who it is, before he gets close to the door, there will be a bloody hole on his head immediately.