Fighter among scoundrels

The person's clothes are like ink, which is particularly obvious in the large white background, and the gold-colored waist card on the waist is as dazzling as the morning sun.

Under the ink hair, there is a thin anger on the faces of all living beings upside down.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

Zitong was still muttering in her heart just now that the narcissism of this hall master Weiyang was not inferior to someone, and someone actually came.

This person is naturally Beichen.

After landing, he didn't stop, he had already taken a step.

One step, he came to the side of the purple pupil.

Probe, hook arm, pull people......

All the movements were so skillful that they seemed to have been rehearsed countless times, and in the next moment, the purple pupils were already in his arms, and his waist was tightly strangled by him, as if it was about to break.

After settling the family matter, he returned to the Beizhou Continent to find her as soon as possible, and went to Ziyao City to learn that she had come to participate in the royal summit, and he immediately turned back to Tianji City, only to hear that she had come to the temple to have dinner with the temple master.

This stinky girl, sure enough, is getting bolder.

Of course, these accounts will be settled later.

Now, the important thing is another.

His arms hugged the waist of the purple pupil, Beichen's eyes were just fixed on Weiyang's face, his lips parted and closed, and he spit out four domineering words.

"She's mine!"

He has never been a person who likes to talk a lot, and these four words have said it all.

"Yours?" Weiyang hooked his lips and smiled incomprehensibly, "Why haven't I heard Hitomi say it?" ”

Hitomi?!

The purple pupils were numb for a while, and at the same time, they felt the palm on the arm tighten a little more.

Stinky Beichen, is he going to pinch her in two?!

Glaring at Weiyang, who was deliberately provoking trouble, Zitong glanced at Beichen unhappily.

"My waist is about to break!"

Beichen glared at her, his palm still relaxed some strength, and his body moved slightly, and he was about to take her away.

He moved, and Weiyang also moved.

Beichen came to the window with purple pupils, and Weiyang's people were already blocking the window.

"Get out of the way." Beichen whispered.

"She's mine...... Guest. Weiyangte deliberately bit the first four words hard.

Beichen's face was like the wrath of death, "You're looking for death!" ”

Weiyang's smile bloomed like a night, "Hitomi, don't worry, he can't kill me." ”

He told her, don't worry?

It was as if she was really worried about him.

This guy is simply a fighter among scoundrels!

Zi Tong, who was caught in someone's arms, replied to him with a big white eye, "The hall master doesn't have to worry, Zi Tong is not worried about your life or death, and if there is trouble, don't call me like that, I don't like it." ”

Hearing this, a smile line overflowed on Beichen's lips.

Although this girl shouldn't have come to Weiyang's appointment, he listened to these two sentences very comfortably.

Weiyang looked at Zitong with a smile, "I know that you are worried about this guy and said this on purpose, don't worry, with me here, I will protect you!" ”

This bastard, knowing that Dao Beichen is a big vinegar jar, deliberately smeared it more and more like this.

Purple Hitomi raised an eyebrow, and immediately laughed.

"That's good, as long as you can defeat him, don't say that I should be a purple-clothed saint, just ask me to marry you, it's okay."

Wei Yanglang laughed, "Talking counts? ”

Ignoring Beichen's murderous gaze, the purple pupils stalked his little neck, "Count!" ”

"Good!" Weiyang's gaze fell on Beichen's face, "Take it!" ”

The word "pick up" spit out, and his people had already rushed forward and punched Beichen in the face.