Leng Xiaoye squeezed out a laugh from his nose, "A person who uses a gun to force others is qualified to talk about what politeness?" ”

Sikong Yueming turned around, looked at her through the lenses with pink eyes, and suddenly raised her lips, "I don't mind helping you change." ”

Night Wind Yang also chuckled, "If Mr. Sikong can't do it alone, or I can help out." ”

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Leng Xiaoye's face deeply.

In his heart, he was only worried that Leng Ono would stubbornly go against Sikong Yueming and bring unnecessary danger.

Leng Xiaoye sighed lightly, turned around and walked back to the cell, slamming the door slammed.

"Get out of here!"

Sikong Yue smiled wickedly and leaned against the wall.

Night Wind stopped and stood some distance from the prison door, helping her guard the door.

A moment later, Leng Xiaoye had already changed into his dress and shoes and walked out, and the guard standing not far away immediately pouted and whistled.

After taking a few steps forward, Leng Xiaoye stopped in front of the guard who was staring at her with squinting eyes, turned his face, and looked at the man, the corners of his lips twitched.

The guard stretched out the tip of his tongue ambiguously, licked his lips, and made a very obscene motion.

Leng Xiaoye's eyes were cold, and he swung his fist over, and the guy took two steps back and hit the wall, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

"Stinky ......"

The guy was beaten and was about to rush up with a rage.

“NO！” Sikong Yue whispered quietly, "She's my guest now!" ”

The beaten subordinate immediately stopped, as if he had immobilized himself, raised his hand angrily to wipe the blood from his face, and then owed her a debt.

"I'm sorry, Miss!"

Leng Ono raised his hand and punched again, directly knocking the opponent away.

The anger in his heart is nowhere to vent, this guy sent it to the door by himself, and if he didn't beat him well, he was sorry for him.

Looking at her appearance, Sikong Yueming just laughed out loud and turned around and walked out the door.

Leng Xiaoye followed him up the stairs, and Ye Feng Yang comforted her behind and gently patted her shoulder.

Several people came to the deck together.

The deck had just been dimly lit, but it was already brightly lit.

Originally in the practice room and shooting room...... Or the children who were being trained elsewhere were already on deck at this time.

Seeing Sikong Yueming coming out, all the children quieted down and looked at him with their faces raised.

Looking at these children, Leng Xiaoye immediately frowned and looked at Ye Fengyang inquiringly.

How could there be such a child on board?!

"This is the killer he cultivated."

The night breeze fluttered beside her and whispered.

Leng Xiaoye's eyebrows raised.

These children are Caucasian, black, Asian, and even a few, and they are clearly Arab...... The eldest is fifteen or sixteen years old, and the youngest one looks like he is twelve or thirteen years old.

At this time, Sikong Yueming had already walked down the steps and stood under the light.

"I'm sorry, my boys, I'm coming back late." He looked around at the crowd and reached over his palm to tear off the tarpaulin behind him, "Still, I brought the gift you wanted from Santa Claus!" ”

When the tarpaulin fell, it immediately revealed a mountain of large and small gifts.

All the children cheered.

Sikong Yueming would even prepare Christmas gifts for these children?!

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