A string of blood beads spilled out with the fall of the watermelon knife, just a few drops, splashed on Shen Xichen's face, and a small bit of red blood was just like a cinnabar mole, which was abnormal.

Blood permeated the rust-smelling warehouse, sweet and sweet, and the two mixed into the smell of rotting things.

The wooden stick in Shen Xichen's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the crisp sound of smashing the ground echoed in the empty warehouse, and the people present froze for a few seconds as if they were in the middle of a Gu.

Everyone didn't expect Shen Xichen to be defeated in this posture.

The man holding the watermelon knife had a smile on his lips, as if he would be inexplicably excited when he saw blood.

The beads of sweat on Shen Xichen's forehead became denser and denser, his handsome eyebrows were tightly entangled, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to endure this pain, raised his uninjured hand to wipe the blood splashed on his face with a fishy smell, and waved his hand to punch the man.

After all, his physical strength was exhausted, he was injured, and even his weapon was lost, and the people around him rushed up without any scruples, waving a wooden stick and hitting Shen Xichen one by one.

Soon, Shen Xichen's whole body was colored, even on his face, at first he could cope with two or three perfunctory strokes, but later, he could only stand and be beaten.

Two black-clothed sweats clamped Shen Xichen's shoulders and grabbed his hand tightly, so that he could only be beaten. Shen Xichen wanted to struggle, but when he arrived at Zuihou, he could only be pincered by them weakly and let them fish and meat.

"Boss Feng, let Han Yijie go!" Despite being beaten, Shen Xichen still raised his head with iron bones, and there was no begging for mercy on his face, as if a stick hitting his body would not cause a trace of pain.

The old fat man walked up to Shen Xichen and raised his hand, but the man in black stopped the movement of his hand and only clamped Shen Xichen tightly.

"It's a good couple, these are all arrogant and arrogant, you say, how can I bear to let the two of you separate?" The old fat man said, giving one of the men in black a look, and the man in black ran to open the door.

"Boss Feng, don't involve women in personal grievances. If I can get out of here, I'm sure you'll live better than die. Shen Xichen was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, but he still had a capital that fascinated women of all ages, he leisurely met the eyes of the old fat man, and the peach blossom eyes that were slightly blue at the corners of his eyes revealed fierceness.

How cruel Shen Xichen is in doing things is rumored in this rivers and lakes.

If anyone sins against him an inch, he will return it.

What's more, it's his woman who provokes this time.

Right! The old fat man just gave him a chance.

can make him say words like "Seventeen is my woman" without any scruples.

The old fat man was a little distracted by this sharp gaze, and looked away.

He was sure that Shen Xichen would not be able to get out of this door.

"Shen Xichen! You are weak now, what capital do you have to negotiate with me? Master let the two of you die together today and be a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks! The old fat man said, and then added, "It's just a woman, I didn't expect that your kid will also admit it one day." ”

Shen Xichen looked at the stopped figure on the wall with burning eyes, and slowly spoke, "Seventeen is mine, who dares to bully her!" ”

Even if he himself died, he wouldn't allow anyone to hurt her!

For more than ten years, his eyes have been on this shadow, never leaving, never giving up.

When he knew that Seventeen was going to marry Cheng Yi, it almost reached the point of madness.

On the day of their wedding, how he wanted to kill the wedding scene with the empty wine bottle in his hand, shouting that he would not allow it.

But Zuihou still gave up, he didn't want Seventeen to resent him, so he watched Cheng Yi, the villain, defile her.

When he saw Yijing lying in front of his house, he really breathed a sigh of relief. From that moment on, he promised not to let anyone defile Seventeen again.

He used her, undeniably. He has his purpose, in order to defeat Cheng Yi, in order to get the Han clan.

However, apart from him, no one can bully Yiyi anymore.

The old fat man looked at Shen Xichen's rare tenderness, and couldn't help but be a little moved. But when he thought of the arrogance of the two, he suddenly changed his mood and showed an expression of disgust.

Seeing that the gray-black barrier was opened a small passage, the old fat man hurriedly glanced at the two people who were clamping down on Shen Xichen.

The two immediately understood, and carried Shen Xichen towards the passage.

Only then did Shen Xichen react!

Yijing has always been by his side, but it is blocked by a barrier!

Damn it! Obviously I have used this warehouse, but Weishenme can't even notice that it has become much smaller!

Therefore, when a person is angry and anxious, his IQ is really equal to zero.

Shen Xichen was annoyed while struggling with the confinement of the two black-clothed men.

The errand runner inside walked out with a painful face, and after coming out, he sat directly on the ground, covered the part he had just been attacked, and complained to the old fat man about his various dissatisfactions.

The old fat man looked at the unsuccessful errand and scoffed.

"Seventeen!" Shen Xichen shouted loudly, and his normally clear voice became a little hoarse.

I struggled hard to go in and rescue Yijing, but I couldn't do anything.

was about to walk to the side of the passage, and the two of them let go of their hands and pushed Shen Xichen into the dimly lit small dark room.

It's very different from the outside, the air is very humid, the surrounding tin boxes are stacked in a disorderly manner, the dust and confetti on the ground are everywhere, and you can see a few pools of dried blood stains.

The room was stained with thick blood because of Shen Xichen's intervention, and Yi Jing sat in the corner full of paper, looking at Shen Xichen with tears in her eyes, she was so choked that she couldn't say a word.

Yiyi's hands and feet were tied, the zipper on the waist of the dress was slightly opened, her slender hair fell out, the pink color of the skirt was stained with dust, and the right foot that had just been beaten trembled slightly.

Suddenly seeing Shen Xichen being pushed in such an embarrassment, the tears in Yijing's eyes couldn't help but surge, dripping into beads, and a wave of grievances came to her heart, Yijing moved her body and wanted to walk to Shen Xichen, but because she was incapacitated, she could only sit in place and look at Shen Xichen who was full of colors.

When I heard him call out to herself, Yijing wanted to respond loudly, and wanted to say that she was here. But she knew that Shen Xichen coming in was just a dead end, and she didn't want Shen Xichen to be hurt in the slightest.

This is a sin.

Even if she died, she decided that she would be alone.

But the beaten man in front of him covered in blood is really a cold president?

Shen Xichen responded in his heart that he was no longer a lonely person like snow.

At least from this moment.

He also knew that there was another woman on Shijie who felt sorry for him.