Chapter Thirty-Seven: He Was Angry
Jiang Yumeng's face darkened, what kind of tone did Wolf Mochen have, as if she was a VIP member there, and what she said was whether the bank card was good or not.
How could she have been to such a place, she was pure OK? It's just that I heard Shi Mei'er say it, and she also said that the cowherd there is less than one ten-millionth of Wolf Mochen.
Jiang Yumeng glanced at Wolf Mochen, looking like she hated iron but not steel, she didn't break her fortune to save him from disaster.
"You two don't talk nonsense, brothers give it to me!" The reckless man in the lead was the first to come to his senses, and with an order, everyone brushed their weapons together.
Looking at the bright and dangling big knife, Jiang Yumeng was a little confused, not quite like a robbery? Suddenly came back to his senses, this is the rhythm of death!
It's a pity that it's too late, and a group of people have already surrounded the wolf and dust.
Wolf Mochen's expression was still indifferent, and he asked in a deep voice: "By you?" ”
"Look down on us? Solve it first and then come to play with this girl, her face is really a sign, and her body is very hot. ”
"I'm not old, I look like I've got a D, and it must feel super cool, hahaha."
While the reckless men were provocative, they raised their big knives and slashed at the wolf Mochen.
Wolf Mochen, who has always been calm, has a sharp eye light, and under the glow of the moonlight, it reflects the sharp blade.
Apparently, he was furious!
The aura around him was like a Shura from hell, and the aura of killing shrouded all around.
At this moment, all the reckless men were afraid, and it suddenly dawned on them that they had provoked someone they shouldn't have provoked. However, the raised broadsword had already fallen, and it was too late to escape.
Jiang Yumeng stared closely at the figure that was split by the group, although the two did not have a friendship, but they were currently grasshoppers on a rope, if he died, the group of reckless men would definitely ravage her.
She didn't hesitate to command Xiao Hei to attack, but at some point Wolf Mochen appeared in front of her, blocking her field of vision.
How did he do it? She didn't believe her eyes.
Wolf Mochen: "Squatting down with your ears covered." ”
Jiang Yumeng: "Huh? ”
"Count to ten."
"Oh."
Human life is at stake, and Wolf Mochen's tone is still not arrogant or impatient, but what he says cannot be refuted by Jiang Yumeng.
Before her brain could digest the information she received, her body trusted Wolf Mochen very much, so she squatted on the ground and began to count.
"One, two, three......"
A vague smile appeared on Wolf Mochen's face, no one saw this smile, how charming it was and how deadly, he slowly turned around......
Three seconds, only three seconds! The park was restored to its tranquility.
"Seven, eight, nine, ten......" Jiang Yumeng was still counting carefully, not knowing that Wolf Mochen was already standing in front of her.
He looked at her condescendingly, the murderous aura no longer existed, and his complexion returned to its usual complexion, cold and arrogant and domineering, noble and alienated.
After counting, Jiang Yumeng carefully watched the situation from between her fingers. In view was a pair of spotless white sneakers, followed by two straight, slender legs. Looking up again, Wolf Mochen patted the dust on his shoulder as if nothing happened, and his expression was very indifferent.
And his background is a group of reckless men who fall to the ground.
Everything was too fast, Jiang Yumeng didn't understand the situation at all, and looked up at Wolf Mochen in a daze.
"It's time to get up."
A cold voice came from above her head, Jiang Yumeng's soul returned to her body, and she jumped up from the ground in disbelief: "Dead? You solved them in ten seconds? ”。
Ten seconds? Seven seconds were given to her.