Chapter 155: Move my woman, let you survive or die

Chapter 155 Move My Woman, Let You Survive, Can't Survive, Can't Live
"what!"
Mo Nanfeng howled directly, this was not over, Li Shaoling completely submerged the knife into his shoulder, then rotated, and then rotated.
"It hurts!"
Mo Nanfeng just rolled his eyes with pain. He dared not breathe, his face was pale, his tears and his nose were flowing together, and he was extremely miserable.
Li Shaoling turned the knife handle in the opposite direction and then slammed it inside, blood splattered.
He smiled cruelly and terribly: "How? How strong is this?"
Mo Nanfeng was terrified, his pain twitched, and he was so angry that he surrendered: "Let me ... let me go ..."
"Let you go?" Li Shaoling pulled a cold arc from the corner of his mouth. "You moved my people, and I want to let you know what it means to survive or die."
After that, he twisted the knife in it, blood and meat stirred together, and the blade rubbed the bones and made an uncomfortable sound.
However, Li Shaoling's face became more bloodthirsty, and the curvature of his mouth rose with excitement, like an extremely cruel king.
Mo Nanfeng couldn't take it anymore, rolled his eyes and passed out.
Li Shaoling dumped him in disgust, and walked towards Ji Weixi.
Just now, when he punished Mo Nanfeng, Ji Weixi witnessed the whole process next to her. For the first time, she felt that Li Shaoling was terrible enough to make her faint.
How did he laugh when he tortured people?
Li Shaoling's blood-stained hand held a knife and approached her step by step.
At this moment he was like a devil drinking blood and eating meat.
Ji Weixi's pupils shrank, her body trembling and cold, and she shrank back in horror, but she was tied and retired.
Standing in front of her, Li Shaoling waved the knife in his hand, and Ji Weixi was scared to shrink his shoulders and close his eyes.
The pain didn't strike, and the twine hanging her arms was cut off, and her arms fell down, sore.
Li Shaoling untied all the restraints on her body and reached out to hug her.
"Don't ... don't come over ..."
Ji Weixi flinched backwards, with eyes full of vigilance, and stabbed his body.
She trembled secretly, her face pale and bruises on her forehead, and her eyes looked so strange for the first time.
As if looking at a damn man.
"Uh-"
Li Shaoling loosened his hand and the knife fell to the ground. He regretted in his eyes, "Good, come here."
Ji Weixi curled up and refused to pass.
He knew that she was scared, like an injured bunny, trying to hide in the corner and licking the wound alone.
Li Shaoling stepped forward and crouched down, she shrank back, and he reached out and hugged her strongly.
She shivered so badly that she was cold.
He held her tightly, crossing her with the only warmth in his body.
Damn it.
He said he would protect her from being hurt, but still hurt her.
He really wanted to commit suicide with her and die.
Then no one bothered them anymore.
Ji Weixi felt the temperature on Li Shaoling's body, she was not so shaken, although he had a smell, he still had the taste she was familiar with.
She slowly stretched out her hands and wrapped his arms around his waist, and put her face against his chest. She burst into tears, and the tight string finally broke.
"Li Shaoling ..." All the strong moments disintegrated, and she cried lowly: "Li Shaoling ..."
She finally stopped resisting him.
Li Shaoling embraced her tightly, rubbing her hair against her jaw, he softly coaxed: "Good, I'm here."
Ji Weixi cried and let go of her, she choked and wiped her tears, not wanting him to see such a disgraced self.
Suddenly, her cheek was held by one hand, and then her lips became cold, she pinched.
Li Shaoling carefully, kissed her like a treasure.
Gentle wantonness and tenderness.
Ji Weixi involuntarily circled his neck and responded jerkyly, Li Shaoling froze.
After that was his fierce tenderness, wishing to give her the love of the whole world.
There is also a rare reflection in the abandoned and shady factory.
It quietly fell on the two of them, and outlined the two beautiful radians of the side faces that they were close to, like a beautiful sand painting.
"Hello, have you two noticed my presence!"
Just then, a very impatient voice interrupted their love.
Ji Weixi shoved Shao Ling, his face was a little ashamed.
Li Shaoling held her in her arms and glanced sharply.
I saw a man on the white car.
He was wearing a racing suit and took off the helmet from his head and clipped it under his arm.
A loose, short yellow hair fell, a wild and unruly facial features, a black punk earrings on the right earlobe, and a sun pattern on the back of the neck.
Lian Yuquan, twenty-five years old.
The Dakar Rally is the top rally driver who won the championship for three years.
The Dakar Rally is called the most dangerous rally in the world, and there is no one. And because this game is dangerous and challenging, billions of people are paying attention every year.
And each race will experience hundreds of kilometers of driving, three days of race time.
Lian Yuquan, a talented racing boy who is famous both inside and outside the circle.
He shook his hair and raised his eyebrows: "How's it? Am I in time?"
Li Shaoling sneered: "When you come, everyone is dead."
"... Brother, you too, you are all beautiful, and you are looking for me ... Really."
"You are half an hour late. If you arrive on time, I won't get hurt." Li Shaoling helped Ji Weixi stand up and spoke coldly.
Lian Yuquan was a little guilty: "Oh, this is not ... this is not someone who is overtaking my car on the highway at a high speed! I am a professional sick person, and I have a match with him, and finally I did not win!"
"Large!" Lian Yuxun met Ji Weixi, clapped his hands and walked forward to shake hands, and was scared back by the scary eyes of Li Shaoling.
"Hello, my name is Lian Yuzhen!"
Lian Yu stared at Ji Weixi with anticipation, looking forward.
Ji Weixi looked at him familiar and pointed for a long time before he remembered: "Are you the rally driver?"
"I'm me!" Recognized, Lian Yuxi laughed wildly several times.
Li Shaoling sank and asked Ji Weixi: "Do you know each other?"
Ji Weixi shook his head: "Just met on TV."
"Uh ..." At this moment, Mo Nanfeng awoke.
He moved his body, grinned immediately with painful fangs, and saw blood was still on his shoulders, and he was very painful to sit up.
He was awake in time.
Ji Weixi released Li Shaoling and strode forward.
Mo Nanfeng saw a pair of long legs in front of him, and he looked up slowly.
Ji Weixi was standing high, his eyes were cold, his face looked like a queen.
"Weixi ..."
"Don't call me by name, I feel sick!"
Ji Weixi stepped directly on his shoulder, and the toe of his shoe crushed his wound, and his softness to him completely disappeared at this moment.