His eyes were still clean and flawless, but there was more fear and sadness, like a young deer dying under the mouth of a fierce lion.

He Zun was so angry that his eyes were as red as a beast, and his anger was raging uncontrollably, and he wanted to tear the people under his hands to pieces.

Zhiyu's heart beat hard, his breath was suffocated, and he watched this scene, and his outstretched hand restrained him from making the next move.

He Zun is the master, she is a servant, and she cannot commit the following crimes......

But Li Yan ......

……

The tears in Li Yan's eyes were red and hazy with bloodshot and sour emotions.

Suddenly, a tear the size of a bean slid down the corner of his eye, touched the red mole of the demon, cruelly slashed across the face and jaw, and finally snaked into the man's fingers.

This tear is as hot as magma, like a fire.

He Zun's hand trembled slightly, and his angry reason was dragged back.

Looking at the fragile and boneless woman in front of her, she no longer had the slightest resistance and struggle, her raised head was graceful, and her eyes were empty and sad, like a dying white swan.

Suddenly, He Zun withdrew his hand and stood up, his tall body was like a cold and hard statue, and his long black shadow shrouded the little woman on the ground.

She looked so weak and helpless, like a fish on a nail that could be slaughtered.

And so it was, as long as he used a little more force just now, she would die.

Thinking that this little woman would die at his hands, He Zun's heart suffocated, and at first there was nothing unusual, and then soon there was an unbearable dull pain that was densely wrapped around his heart like a silk thread.

He Zun gasped, and his steps couldn't help but retreat.

But thinking of what she did, her eyes and heart were extremely cold.

He warned coldly, "Next time, I'll throw you into the forest!" "Every word is full of cruelty and murder.

After speaking, He Zun left in a black air, his face gloomy and terrifying.

The man was gone, and the terrifying shock was still in the huge dining room.

Li Yanjiao's body was paralyzed, her face was as white as paper, and she was weak as if her soul had been drained.

Zhiyu hurriedly squatted down to support her, Li Yan breathed lightly and looked dying.

Zhiyu's heart suddenly ached, and his eyes were extremely anxious.

Li ...... Miss Lai. She opened her mouth, her lips trembling.

Li Yan leaned her head in her arms, pursed her thin white lips, and wept silently.

Her heartbroken look is even more distressing.

……

Li Yan's fate was not surprising to Li Mei.

It can be said that He Zun's reaction made her breathe a sigh of relief.

This is the master she is familiar with, not conniving at Li Yan like before.

Sure enough, he stepped on the master's bottom line.

Li Mei hooked her red lips and was condescending, "I heard Miss Li shout that her husband was so happy before, but now she can't speak." ”

"If you want to be pampered and proud, Miss Li should also recognize who she is, and who can be regarded as the master."

Li Mei's sarcasm and ridicule were not disguised, he leaned down slightly, his full red lips lifted, and Ling Chi was in Li Yan's heart word by word, "No, self, measure, force!" ”

Seeing that Li Yan's face became more and more pale and sickly with her heart-wrenching words, Li Mei was a little proud.

Li Mei: "Miss Li must firmly remember this lesson, don't make it again, after all, you finally picked up a life in the forest, the first time you were lucky, the second time you can't guarantee that luck will still favor you......"