Hong Tiancheng's roar startled the people on the side.

Give her everything right! Right for everything!

Duanmu Ming had words in his mouth, in fact, how could he not know this truth, but he couldn't do anything to his Xiaoxi'er.

"If you don't have the heart to do it, let me come!"

Situ Qianqian's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and she grabbed Jun Qianxi's clothes and slapped her again.

This crisp sound drew the attention of those present, and everyone's hearts were invariably picked.

"Xi'er, wake up!"

Situ Qianqian's voice trembled a little, and then aimed at her face with another palm.

It is said that hitting people does not slap their faces, not only because of their love for beauty, but because of pain!

It hurts to slap her face, if this pain can't stimulate Jun Qianxi, then what else can stimulate her?

"Smack" "Smack"

There were two crisp slaps, and the five finger prints on Jun Qianxi's fair face were superimposed on each other.

Situ Qianqian's hand kept falling, her face gradually swollen, and even the corners of her mouth were broken and a trace of blood flowed out.

However, her expression was still the same as before, but as the pain in her face intensified, a slight flash of light flashed under her eyes.

Accept it, she really wants to be obedient for a lifetime.

But will it end well if you go along with it? It will only make the people who regard her as a thorn in the side press step by step.

Just like the original owner of this body, he has always been submissive, and Zuihou has been completely ruined by the name of the design.

"Xi'er, wake up!"

Situ Qianqian's fingers trembled a little, and there was a hint of crying in her voice, and when she slapped her two more times, tears slipped from her eyes.

"Enough!"

Duanmu roared dullly, and a mouthful of blood erupted from his mouth.

Hong Tiancheng was taken aback, and quickly reached out and clicked on a few of his big acupoints, and then poured spiritual power into these acupoints.

His eyes became more and more frightened, and while Situ Qianqian wanted to wake up Jun Qianxi, Duanmu Ming was also masochistic.

He piled up all the spiritual power in the tendons and veins, and the tendons and veins continued to expand and shatter, and the pain was hundreds of times heavier than what Jun Qianxi suffered.

And now he finally spoke up, not because he was afraid of pain, the tendons and veins in his body were half broken by himself, and half of them were not broken.

It's just that he was afraid that his Xi'er would be in pain, and he saw the tears in the corners of his Xi'er's eyes.

He didn't know where a wave of energy came from to sweep Hong Tiancheng away, and then walked towards Jun Qianxi step by step.

It was only a few dozen steps away from Jun Qianxi, but he felt that it was centuries long, and he clutched his chest tightly, it hurt, it really hurt.

Situ Qianqian couldn't do it anymore, Jun Qianxi's face was twice as big as before, but there was still no luster in his eyes.

She hugged the person in front of her and began to cry.

At this time, Jun Qianxi moved, she raised her hand and patted Situ Qianqian's back, as if to comfort her.

"Xiao Xi'er!"

Duanmu Ming snatched her up and held her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to embed her in his soul.

Regardless of whether this favor is right or wrong, he only knows that his family Xi'er is in pain, and his family Xi'er is unwilling to face it now, so let's run away.

At this moment, a certain skeleton that had been watching coldly suddenly rushed up, and its sharp fingers aimed at Duanmu Ming's abdomen and stabbed it.

Then it raised its foot and kicked Jun Qianxi to the side hard, and said, "Lovely little Xi'er, if you die, all the people who love you or the people you love will be buried together!" ”