Jian Junxi closed his eyes with a painful expression, and after being silent for a while, when he opened his eyes again, the bottom of his dark eyes was already clear, without a trace of waves.

Seeing that Ouyang Yi hadn't come yet, he raised his hand to look at his watch, frowned, and was about to leave when there was a sudden knock on the door eagerly.

With such a hurried voice, her brows frowned even tighter, and she said coldly: "Enter the ......"

"Jian Shao, it's not good, that girl, she was beaten by Ling Nuoran, if you don't go over, she may ......" Ouyang Yi's attendant Ah Shu said breathlessly.

He received Ouyang Yi's news, but before he had gone far, he heard his classmates talking about it, and he knew what the situation was only after asking clearly.

Ouyang Yi didn't answer the phone, he didn't have Jian Junxi's contact information, and he didn't dare to offend Ling Nuoran, so he had to run desperately to find her......

"Where? Take me there! Jian Junxi's face turned pale when he heard this, and he was very anxious when he opened his slender legs, and every word spit out of his thin lips was like a devil crawling out of hell, with incomparable coldness and anger.

"Okay, on the side of the auditorium......" Ah Shu led her to her destination, Abu frowned and followed, although there were many doubts, but she was used to not asking too much and not saying much......

When Jian Junxi arrived, Mo Ranyue had been beaten to death by the three of them, lying on the ground motionless covered in blood, however, Ling Nuoran was still kicking with his feet as if he had not lost his breath......

"Ling Nuoran, stop!" Jian Junxi's cold roar made the three of them turn their heads together.

At this moment, Jian Junxi's eyes showed a fierce light, his fists were clenched, and the anger around him was raging uncontrollably, as if he was about to break all of them into pieces in the next second.

Ling Nuoran and the other two girls turned pale with fright, and took two steps back in fear, especially Ling Nuoran, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, biting her lip lightly, and the other two girls also hid behind her in fear.

Mo Ranyue, who was lying on the ground, saw them stop, endured the pain and raised her head slightly, and Jian Junxi, who was like a god, really appeared.

I couldn't see "his" face clearly, but she just knew that it was "him", a smile rose on her bloodstained face, and tears of grievance were raised, but she couldn't hold back anymore and kept flowing.

Following the corner of her eyes, it slipped into her bun, seeing her like this, Jian Junxi's eyes burst out like a sharp sword, and she pulled up Ling Nuoran's arm in anger and threw it, and she was knocked against the wall.

"Hmm...... No...... Don't ......" Jian Junxi's big hand like an iron tong clamped her tiny neck, and Ling Nuoran pulled her big hand and let out an extremely small cry for help.

Seeing this, the other two girls trembled with fright, and one of them, a girl who was a little bolder, shouted tremblingly: "Jian Junxi, you are crazy, she is Ling Nuoran!" ”

Jian Junxi's eyes were red, like a beast out of control, and he increased his strength without pity, and his cold gaze was like a knife, as if he wanted to cut off the flesh on her body one by one.

Abu was also frightened, he had never seen such a young master, and he was stunned for a long time before he reacted, and called in a trembling voice: "Young master...... She's dying......"

Jian Junxi seemed to be unable to hear, his eyes became more and more scarlet and angry, and he had no intention of letting go at all, Ling Nuoran's eyes were white, he couldn't shout, and his little face was swollen and red.

Until Mo Ranyue shouted weakly: "Jian Junxi......"

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was awake for a few moments, and suddenly let go of her hand, but she was still clenched tightly after putting it down, her dark eyes were filled with bitter hatred, and the green tendons on her arms could not hide her anger at the moment.

(End of chapter)