On the other side, the Three Protectors were asking their subordinates to investigate the background of Yuchen's studio.

"Three Protectors, come and see."

Suddenly, one of his subordinates held up his mobile phone and gave it to the Three Protectors.

On the mobile phone, what is displayed is the information about Yuchen's studio sent by the Little Knife Gang, the intelligence department specializing in investigation.

"Xiaolong, I'm shocked, there is no appearance of a disciple of Xingtang."

The Third Protector frowned, reached out and took the mobile phone in his hand.

"Protecting ...... Dharma protector, no, oops. You start by looking at the text message. ”

Xiaolong's face was anxious and panicked.

"Oh? This rainy morning studio. Big deal? ”

The Three Protectors showed a hint of disapproval on their faces.

He thought it was his subordinates who were making too much fuss.

In Shendong, even if the other party is the mayor of Shendong, in the eyes of the Little Knife Gang, that's it.

In fact, people are not taken seriously by the knife gang at all.

What is called carrying a handle.

It was in that place, black and white, the existence of total fear and awe.

What's more, now, even the chief bearer of the Huaxia underground world is in Shendong City.

But the next moment, when the eyes of the three protectors looked at the screen of the mobile phone, his pupils instantly widened, and his face showed a look of horror.

The face that was originally a little dark instantly turned red.

"It's not good, Hall Master Meng. Quickly get your mobile phone and call Hall Master Meng. ”

The eyes of the three protectors turned blood-red, and he yelled at his men.

……

Strong winds blow across the house

Her room is completely dressed up in girly pink, and almost all the items are pink.

The whole room is full of pure girlish atmosphere.

The wind blew through a pink pajama and was thrown on the pink Simmons bed.

On the bed, there are also some cute pink dolls.

Although it was not the first time that Master Meng had come.

But every time he came in, his heart throbbed.

Everyone knows he's a good woman.

But no one knows that what he really likes is the kind of pure girl, preferably a flower girl.

He felt that the flower girl naturally exuded a trace of fragrance and sweetness.

That's what fascinates him.

And these, with shoulder-length short hair, a dull and cute face, and a strong wind blowing in kawaii pink pajamas, she was all satisfied.

But Master Meng has always remembered the gang rules.

During the mission, you must not do anything that is not related to the requirements of the mission.

So, even if he's a good woman.

But over the years, he has never been stronger than a girl on a mission.

This is also the fact that he can be the Little Knife Gang, the most deterrent department of Xingtang, the master of its hall.

But today, for some reason, the girl on the bed who was beautiful and stubborn in face made his index finger move very much.

The little brother, who had just played in the nightclub, has now regained his strength and stood up straight.

It seems to want to break free from the shackles and eat the pink fragrance in front of it.

"Little Niangpi, someone asked us to cut off your eight fingers, and you said, what about those eight?"

The Seven Dharma Protectors had a cold face, as if they had cut off eight fingers of a person, just like eating and drinking, as if they were eating and drinking.

There wasn't a twitch on his face. In his hand, he already had a knife. The blade shone with a cold glow.

The light shone on her wind-blown face, slowly shaking the stubbornness on her face into horror and despair.

"No, you can't. Tang Qi can't do this to me. How can I write without my fingers, don't, don't. ”

The wind blew across his face, and for the first time he showed horror and despair.

In the past, every time they repaired themselves, it was nothing more than group beating and abuse.

But never cut her.

But this time, she was really scared.

At this time, what flashed in her mind was the shadow of the copyist.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

In his mind, Wen Zhaogong smiled and said to her.

"Where are you, Wenshen, Wenjiao, come and save me."

A strong wind blew through the heart's incessant prayers.

She didn't know, she didn't know why she thought of Wen Jiaogong at this moment. I don't know what ability the same writer can have to rescue her in the hands of a group of people in the underground world.

She didn't know all this, she only knew that the person she wanted to appear most in her mind at this moment was Wen Copyist.

"Old Seven, wait a minute."

The Eighth Protector stopped the cold Seven Protector, and then he turned around and looked at Hall Master Meng with a respectful expression.

"Hall Master, why don't you enjoy it first? We're never going to say it. ”

The Eight Dharma Protectors looked at Hall Master Meng intentionally or unintentionally, and looked at the small tent that had been propped up under him.

"Eighth, what are you going to do? You're trying to make the hall master let go of the rules. His heart can be punished. ”

The face of the Seven Protectors changed suddenly, and on his cold face, a pair of eyes like eagles glared fiercely at the Eight Protectors.

"Enjoy?"

Hearing the words of the Eight Protectors, Master Meng's eyes lit up.

He ignored the existence of the Seven Protectors and walked straight towards the wind.

The right hand was instantly pinched on the chin blown by the strong wind.

The smooth and tender touch came into the mind of Hall Master Meng from the tips of his fingers.

The jade fire in his eyes was even more vigorous.

"Don't, you let me go, let me go......"

The girl's face turned pale for a moment.

Looking at the eyes of the man in front of her, her delicate body couldn't stop trembling.

She realized what was going to happen next.

"Hall Master, no!"

"Seven Dharma Protectors, don't disturb the good things of the hall master."

The sound of the seven or eight Dharma Protectors arguing echoed through the room.

At this moment, Hall Master Meng's other hand was already climbing towards his desire.

suddenly

Doodoo ......

On Hall Master Meng, the phone rang.

"Phone, hall master, your phone is ringing."

The Seven Dharma Protectors seized the opportunity and hurriedly shouted.

On the bed, Master Meng, who had already climbed onto the pink incense bed, heard the phone ringing, and a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, Three Protectors, what's the matter?"

Hall Master Meng's face was not good-looking, and when he was interrupted at this critical moment, a nameless fire rose in his heart.

On the bed, the wind that was already desperate was blowing, and looking at Hall Master Meng who suddenly answered the phone and got up, a trace of relief flashed in her eyes.

The right hand quietly touched the sheets.

A pair of cold pink scissors appeared in her hand.

She clutched the scissors and plunged them straight into her heart.

"Wenshen, where are you ......?"

At the last moment, what still flashed in her mind was Wen Jiaogong's gentle smile.

She didn't want to lose her eight fingers, and she didn't want to be defiled by the Meng Hall Master in front of her.

At this moment, her choice was suicide.

"Are you sure?"

Master Meng's face changed drastically after receiving the call.

"Damn it, Tang Qi, wants to harm our Little Knife Gang."

Hall Master Meng cursed, and at the same time he was afraid. Fortunately, there has been no action on my side. Otherwise, it's really a big deal.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the pink scissors that were blowing in the wind on the bed and stabbing hard at the heart.

"Stop......"

In the puzzled eyes of the seven or eight Dharma protectors, Hall Master Meng directly turned into a hero who sacrificed his life to save people, and rushed towards the pink girl on the bed.

"Puff ......"

The sound of scissors entering the flesh sounded.

(End of chapter)