Because the priest has already decided on the candidate, the "Aslan" at this moment has no use value, and Mr. Tyrone did not shy away from it at all, and expelled the "Aslan" again in front of the priest.

Everyone sighed, and in one night, the identity and status of "Aslan" fell together.

The husband who loves her is gone, the identity of the eldest lady is gone, offended Mr. Tyrone and Miss Wendy, and the future life of "Aslan" is miserable!

Suddenly, many people looked at Yin Wushuang's eyes, all sympathetic.

This is power, and the poor are just dolls of the rich!

Wendy finally came to her senses, and the sharp pain in her face reminded her of the fact that she had been whipped by an ugly girl.

A sense of humiliation arose, she took off the hair ornament on her head, and stabbed Yin Wushuang with a sharp end!

Her father stood up for her and expelled "Aslan" again, she didn't need to worry about anything at all!

If this woman dares to beat her, she is looking for death!

Yin Wushuang furrowed his brows, and held Wendy's wrist again, his eyes sharp and full of oppression, as if looking at a dead person.

Wendy provoked her again and again, crossing the line again and again.

If it weren't for her consideration that this was the territory of the gods, Wendy's body would have been buried with the coffin.

Grabbed again, a seeping smile appeared on Wendy's face, and her hand pressed on the bulge on the hair accessory, the silver light flashed quickly, and a needle hit Yin Wushuang directly!

The speed of this needle is too fast, it is a retro hidden weapon specially created for Wendy by Mr. Tyrone considering the danger of war.

The hidden weapon is not lethal, but it is enough to give Wendy a chance to escape.

If Yin Wushuang could use his spiritual power, then this needle could be dodged in the blink of an eye.

But at this moment, Yin Wushuang has closed his spiritual power, he is just an ordinary person, no matter how fast an ordinary person's reaction is, it is impossible to dodge a needle in 0.01 seconds!

Yin Wushuang received this blow, and did not mobilize his spiritual power, the silver needle directly passed through the flesh on the side of her arm, and stayed on her fair skin, fortunately it did not hurt the bones.

Yin Wushuang didn't let go of Wendy's hand, but instead clenched it tighter.

When she looked down, she could see the silver needle resting on her arm.

Her skin was like a piece of cloth, sewn and shuttled with silver needles, her head and tail exposed to the air, while the middle part stopped in the flesh, neither advancing nor retreating.

"Oh my God, I think I can feel this pain!" In the crowd, a lady gasped.

The waves rolled in the evil ink eyes of the king, and there was a vague thing to break through, and finally forcibly endured it.

Yin Wushuang frowned without frowning, grabbed the end of the needle with his other hand, and slowly pulled it out.

The pain she had endured was a thousand times stronger than this needle prick.

Wendy was stunned.

"Aslan" is a wooden man, doesn't it hurt?

Didn't the person who created the secret weapon for her say that the sudden pain would cause muscle spasms, making people subconsciously let go of everything in their hands and examine their wounds, thus giving her a chance to escape?

Why is this happening!

Yin Wushuang threw away the silver needle, and as soon as he exerted force in his hand, Wendy's bones made a "gurgling" sound.

Jon pressed a hand on her arm, trying to force her grip on Wendy's hand.

She ignored it and kicked Jon in the lower abdomen, and the pampered Jon's facial features immediately tangled together and snorted.

"Jon!" Wendy saw Jon being kicked, looked at Yin Wushuang again, and stuttered, "You, what do you want to do?" ”