() "Bang ......"

In the heavy impact, Bei Kuo was thrown against the gable like a broken sack, and then fell heavily, opening his mouth and spurting out a mouthful of blood, but he could only struggle weakly.

Bei Cheng walked to his side easily, flipped Bei Kuo over on his toes, and stomped on his heart.

"Old Seven, are you planning to die without opening your mouth?"

"Hmm......"

A whimpering cry came from one side, and a woman with her hair in a bun and her disheveled clothes was forcefully pressed to her knees by two men.

Her mouth was gagged by a corner of her clothes, and although she burst into tears and was heartbroken, she could only shake her head desperately, whimper, and struggle.

She is Beikuo's mother, Shi Jiulan.

Seeing her son suffering inhuman torture in front of her, she couldn't do anything.

This desperate pain was even more painful than the beating she was given.

Bei Guan's eyes were already swollen into a slit, and he struggled to look sideways at his mother, and smiled very reluctantly.

"Mother...... It's okay......" His mouth whimpered, and he couldn't make a speech.

Shi Jiulan shook her head in despair, desperately trying to break free from the four hands on her body, but she couldn't do anything, she could only look at the onlookers around her for help.

Bei Cheng's eyes followed her gaze to the people around her, and smiled grimly.

"Just watch the fun...... If someone is impatient enough to complain...... Young master, I was the first to pull out his tongue, and I saw that he dared to talk more......"

When the words landed, the toes suddenly hooked, and he kicked Bei Kuo's body hard, slamming him into the gable.

With a muffled snort, the north bracket hooked like a shrimp, curled up together in pain.

"No......" Shi Jiulan let out a painful cry, and suddenly hit his head against a person on the left.

The man was looking at Bei Kuo howling with great interest, and he thought that Shi Jiulan would suddenly exert his strength.

One didn't notice it, and suddenly stumbled under his feet, and fell down.

Shi Jiulan got rid of the restraint with one hand, and immediately slammed it into the face of the other person, and the sharp fingertips suddenly cut several deep blood marks on the person's face.

In the scream, he instinctively let go of his hands.

Shi Jiulan was finally completely liberated, and as soon as he tore off the corner of his clothes, he pounced on Beicheng.

The person who fell down before suddenly roared angrily, slapped his palm to the ground, jumped up, and grabbed Shi Jiulan with one hand, hitting her hair bun.

Shi Jiulan didn't have martial arts in the first place, so he was so restrained that he didn't have the strength to fight back at all.

In the midst of the loud cheers, his arm suddenly pulled, grabbed her hair and shook it hard, and flew to the side.

"Ah......h

Shi Jiulan screamed, fell heavily to the ground, and almost passed out.

And the one who was scratched on his face also shouted angrily, his iron fist burst out, and he crashed into Shi Jiulan mercilessly.

This punch landed on her body, and she lost half her life if she didn't die.

At this moment of lightning, Ziye's figure was like a ghost, suddenly flashing in front of the man.

Slightly tilted his head, a chuckle on the corner of his lips, the pink fist was as fast as a meteor, swaying, one step ahead of the man's fist, and slammed into his nose.

"Ah......" In the scream, the man instinctively covered his nose and took three steps backwards, almost falling.

Zi Ye was one step ahead of him again, and another punch mercilessly hit his nose, and at the same time, he kicked the long sword at his waist with his toes, and held his backhand in his palm.

The slender waist was twisted, the clothes were fluttering, and the blade of the sword cut through a cold and graceful arc, slashing fiercely at the person who dragged Shi Jiulan down.

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