Chapter 232: [If You First See] You Conspire with This Man!
Chapter 232: [If You First See] You conspire with this man!
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He has always brought a few casual fights, not to mention that he always laughs and plays handsome when he wields a soft sword, and his white clothes will not touch the dust.
At this time, how can I take care of this, the soft sword hovers away like a snake, facing Feng Yichen, it is a killing move.
Feng Yichen waited for this moment, and immediately raised his palm, and in the small guest room, the murderous aura spread on the two of them, and the more they fought, the more fierce they became.
At first, Chu Qi was still thinking about Jun's missing injury.
She didn't know about the broken heart palm, but she thought that it should be a very powerful palm, and at that time, it seemed that Zhizhi slapped him lightly, could it be-
She looked at the two fighting figures in the room in disbelief for a moment.
At that time, Jun didn't see that she wanted to kill Zhizhi, she just fought back...... But, is he really badly injured?
When Feng Yichen slapped his palm, Hua gradually disappeared and did not dare to slack off, the soft sword in his right hand danced rapidly, and his left hand bent his fingers into a palm to face him, only to hear a soft snap, and the bodies of both of them shook in unison.
The internal force shook, and the two looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.
One couldn't believe that he would really break his heart.
The other didn't expect that this kid in white looked harmless, but his internal strength was so deep.
The master competed with internal strength and couldn't tolerate a moment of distraction, Hua Wanyin's right soft sword somehow wrapped around his arm, and his free right hand bent his palm again and slapped it on his chest.
Feng Yichen didn't have time to withdraw his palm, and he received a slap alive, but the flower faded but was stunned.
The palm is flat and incomparably hard, where is the softness of a woman.
When he realized the possibility of bombing his head, Feng Yichen slapped Hua Wanyin's body with a fluttering palm, and Chu Qi shouted at this moment: "Don't hurt him!"
The momentum of this palm is too similar to that of the morning.
She thought that the so-called broken heart palm was like this, and Hua gradually said that you didn't see that it was seriously injured.
She subconsciously shouted, Feng Yichen closed his palm in time, and his body took a few steps back, separating the distance between the two.
"The flowers fade away, you go back, you can't interfere in the matter between us. ”
No one can intervene, and it's themselves who are at fault.
Because from the beginning, it was wrong, even if it was the beginning of use, the end of sincerity, it was still the end.
"I can't intervene? Xia Chuqi, no, I should call you Princess Qiyue now, so it is, so it is! No wonder, you have to take him with you and be with him every day! I care about him so much!"
Hua gradually pointed at her and Feng Yichen and roared, looking suddenly enlightened.
"What are you talking about?" Chu Qi felt that his current frantic appearance was a little terrifying.
Feng Yichen was unfathomable, looking at him with a smile, he already understood the fact that Hua gradually knew that he was a man.
In fact, since the last time Chu Qi touched his chest, after some nonsensical comfort, he didn't bother to stuff anything into his chest, anyway, it didn't matter, he was going to confess.
"What am I talking about? Don't act like a victim, what do you say Childe is using you, aren't you using him! You and this man, you have long conspired together, played Childe around, deceived the two ice keys, and now you are just planning to leave him!
Damn, the poor boy is still worried about you, unconscious, I will fade into the sky and even see the wrong person one day!"
Two people, he actually looked away from all of them.
He not only complained about his son, but also retched for himself.