Hearing the movement, Dong Zhuo's heart froze, and he didn't see him glance at the goblet smashed by Ye Qingcheng, and reached out and grabbed it in his hand.

However, at the same time, he was suddenly grabbed by someone by the wrist that smashed the wine bottle into the cold heart.

He fixed his gaze, and it was the cold heart that grabbed his wrist that never turned to look at him.

Fast!

In Dong Zhuo's eyes, Hanxin's shot was too fast and accurate, as if Hanxin's eyes grew on the back of his head, otherwise how could he grab Dong Zhuo's wrist lightly?

"Humph!"

At the same time, Dong Zhuo, who refused to admit defeat, immediately sank his waist immediately, using his elbow as a support, connected to his wrist that was grabbed by Hanxin, and his entire arm immediately crushed towards Hanxin with brute force.

It's just that what makes Dong Zhuo so shocked is that no matter how much strength he uses, the hand that grabbed his wrist is still as immobile as a mountain.

You know, Hanxin is facing away from Dong Zhuo at this time, and he is still sitting on the sofa.

Compared with Dong Zhuo, who stood flat and steady, and his waist was immediately heavy, the cold heart at this time was very difficult to exert force, if the cold heart was replaced by Dong Zhuo, Dong Zhuo asked himself that he could only use fifty percent of his strength.

But Rao is like this, Dong Zhuo still can't shake Dong Zhuo.

In Shangjing, Dong Zhuo is by no means the most powerful fighter, but he is definitely a well-known player, otherwise, Long Xiangle would not be able to hide behind Dong Yunfei when he saw him.

Even if he has exerted twelve points of strength, Hanxin still treats himself like a child, and there is no half-pressure at all.

At this moment, Dong Zhuo's self-confidence was destroyed to the point that there was not much left.

There is no one in the entire Shangjing City who can make him so deflated, and Dong Zhuo knows this better than anyone else.

Before, Dong Zhuo didn't bother to guess Hanxin's identity, and he didn't even bother to look at Hanxin.

But at this moment, he couldn't help but look at the back of the cold heart and the side face.

The dorsal ridge of the microarch is slightly thin.

The side face is obviously cold as a knife, but there is a smile that seems to be absent.

This man is ......

The pupils shrank suddenly, and Dong Zhuo couldn't help but say in a tentative tone, .☆.↓o+''+