Chapter 30. It's your ancestors
It is not known whether Yu Wenchuan's skull was broken.
Jiang Xun looked back when he heard this, stared at Yu Wenchuan, who was bleeding from his head without any expression, and measured the hardness of Shen Changyi's body and human bones, and felt that it was not a big problem.
She glanced at the shiny leather shoes that the man stepped on Yu Wenchuan's face.
It's brutal.
His face was crooked.
Werewolves never say cruel things, and generally go straight to the feet.
Jiang Xun always felt that he had learned, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Shu so frightened that he couldn't speak, his irritable mood was a little better, his expression finally eased, and he was willing to give Jiang Jingren a good look.
Although it fell in Jiang Jingren's eyes, it was the difference from obedient to indifferent.
She moved her wrist bone, grabbed Jiang Jingren's collar with one hand, and lifted him easily.
"Jiang Xun!" Jiang Jingren realized what she was going to do, and immediately frowned, and reprimanded: "I'm your father!" You don't-"
"I am your ancestor."
I haven't heard it all.
Jiang Jingren felt a pain in his stomach, and before he came back to his senses, his dense fists came towards his chest and face, hitting him dizzy, and his internal organs seemed to be in sharp pain.
"Ahem!"
He coughed and spat out blood.
Jiang Xun still didn't let go.
Her beautiful eyebrows and eyes lingered with perverse anger, and her black and white eyes seemed to be pierced by Jiang Jingren's blood, and red blood appeared from the whites of her eyes and spread to the tails of her eyes, outlining a strange red.
The smell of blood irritates the back of the neck to be hot, and something creeps up, a small floating on the white and tender skin, forming a tender and pitiful little bulge.
The fragrance of the white epiphany overflowed unscrupulously in the bulge, gradually thickening, like a wave set off by the sea level, which would overwhelm everyone present.
Jiang Jingren was already unconscious.
Yu Wenchuan narrowed his blood-soaked eyes, and looked at the girl who was still beating people together with Jiang Shu in a daze.
Qing Shaohua frowned slightly, didn't care about Jiang Shu, and threw her at Yu Wenchuan.
Just as Shen Changyi let go of his feet, the two of them stumbled together, Jiang Shu couldn't stop his strength, and instantly knocked Yu Wenchuan, who was already injured, unconscious.
"Xiao Xun," Qing Shaohua pulled Jiang Jingren, who had fainted, away, hugged the girl with both hands and walked out, wrapping her body with the clothes on her body, "You calm down, I'll take you home now." ”
Hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Xun regained some reason from the turbulent waves, she held her forehead and narrowed her eyes, but she could only see the figure walking towards her.
"Qing Dong," Shen Changyi's voice was hoarse, "give her to me." ”
Qing Shaohua hugged the girl's arm tightly and put on a gesture of resistance.
Shen Changyi was not in a hurry, her tone was calm and cold: "I have a way to make her recover." ”
Silent.
The only two sober people are pulling at the extreme.
"Shaohua," Jiang Xun put his forehead against Qing Shaohua's shoulder, and all the heat he spit out as he spoke, "I'll go with him, and you stay and deal with them." ”
She didn't know what was wrong with her.
But in the rich fragrance of epiphany, she smelled, and only smelled a fierce and bitter smell, as if a hook with a bait dangled in front of her, luring her to take the bait.
She raised her head to look at Shen Changyi, her black pupils were slightly dilated, and her eyes, which were indifferent and cold in the past, were now full of hot desire and a trace of vague desire.
Fireworks burn in the body.
Qing Shaohua noticed her movements, and her back molars touched impatiently, and finally let go and pushed her towards Shen Changyi.
"Mr. Shen," she warned in a low voice: "I don't care what your identity is, if something happens to Xiao Xun and she fights for my life, I will do whatever it takes to justify her." ”
Shen Changyi took the girl, bent down to hook her knee, picked her up neatly, and let her sit on her arm.
"Don't worry," the corners of his thin lips twitched, and his distant eyebrows stretched, "I need her more than you." ”
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The banquet hall was left to Qing Shaohua to deal with, and when Shen Changyi drove out of the garage, the sound of the ambulance horn came from a distance.
He calmly withdrew his gaze, closed the windows on all sides, and turned on autopilot.
"Miss Jiang," he knew Jiang Xun could hear, "you have a way, right?" ”
Jiang Xun's appearance was reflected in the front mirror, her neatly groomed hair was sticky in front of her forehead, her well-shaped eyes were red, and her scarlet lips were bitten by her and almost bleed.
She didn't answer.
is the default.
Shen Changyi was extraordinarily patient.
He parked his car on the side of the road.
Jiang Xun paused, and the smell of absinthe on the tip of her nose almost made her cry.
She steadied herself and shook her hands to puff away her loose black hair, revealing the seductive bulge.
"Bite it."
Like it once did.
Shen Changyi's eyes condensed slightly, "Are you sure?" ”
Jiang Xun gritted his teeth: "If you grind again, you will get out." ”
She said it.
Shen Changyi raised her hand, and her long, well-boned fingers slowly and methodically ran down her slender neck, all the way to the back of her neck, tightening her fingers sharply, and clasping her head to her shoulder socket.
The snort was sprinkled on the bulge, Jiang Xun trembled and clenched his collar, and the fragrance of epiphany was released, forming a sea full of mountains and flowers.
She stared blankly at the man's back.
Shen Changyi didn't give her time to adapt.
He grabbed her fragile neck, cutting off any chance she could escape, and wrapped his other hand around her waist while biting down on the red and swollen bulge—
"Shhh
The rich smell of absinthe envelopes the epiphany aroma in the blink of an eye, flowing through the limbs.
Jiang Xun's scalp exploded, he struggled violently, and patted Shen Changyi's chest with both hands, wanting him to withdraw quickly, or let her go.
Either way, let her get out of this near-death feeling that is about to be burned.
Shen Changyi seemed to hear her prayer, and waited quietly for two minutes to confirm that she didn't move too much before letting go of her.
Jiang Xun fell straight into his arms.
Reason is shattered by the impact.
She couldn't hold back her tears.
Tears are flowing, but people don't know what they feel.
Minutes and seconds passed.
Shen Changyi remained in a sideways sitting position.
The smell around him dispersed a little, and the originally bulging packet slowly retracted, taking his smell with it, and blending into the body with a rich floral fragrance.
The restlessness is appeased.
Jiang Xun suddenly slapped him.
It's crisp and crisp.
Her hands trembled and she hit lightly.
Shen Changyi didn't feel any pain, his throat rolled astringently, and his voice was too hoarse: "Jiang Xun." ”
The tone faded, and there was no expression on his face, except for his eyes locked on the girl's stubborn and angry face, and his pupils contracted and expanded.
"I'll call Shaohua to come and pick it up," Jiang Xun's eyes were full of physiological tears, foggy, "I owe you tonight, what you want another day, you can mention it." ”
The main position is reversed.
These words are no different from what Shen Changyi said to her at the beginning.
"Ahem, ahem!"
Throw it off after using it, she is even more ruthless and unrighteous than she imagined.
There was a faint fragrance left in the carriage, and her moist and bright eyes were like light tearing through the darkness and shining into the abyss, illuminating his dark sadistic heart with nothing to hide.
Click.
The windows and doors were deadlocked.
Shen Changyi approached, his face distorted hysterically, and his excessively pale left cheek was faintly red.
Slap prints.
He suddenly grabbed Jiang Xun's slender neck, and his expression gradually became excited.