Chapter 483: When did I send a red envelope

Fortunately, Xiao Yan's body is strong, otherwise his body will soon fall apart with this beating.
thump--
Being kicked again, Xiao Yan lay on the ground, gasping for breath. This Han Lengrou was really amazing.
How to do?
Do you just give in?
Damn it, be beaten like this, and then admit defeat and beg for mercy?
Why is Han Lengrou so like a female villain at this moment! !
Just when the muscles all over his body were hurting, his eyes blinked automatically, and then the Marvel chat group in his mind was directly projected.
[Congratulations on grabbing the red envelope of [Xiao Yan]. 】
What the hell?
"..."
Whose red envelope?
Xiao Yan--
Is there another Xiao Yan in the group?
Xiao Yan thought he was fainted by the bad woman, and hallucinations appeared in his eyes.
But a closer look, it turned out to be [Xiao Yan]'s red envelope?
‘When did I send a red envelope? ’
And at this time, the arrogant Han Lengrou said proudly: "What's the matter, Xiao Yan, are you dying? Are you going to give up?"
"Wait--"
Xiao Yan needs to figure out this red envelope first.
[Confirm to open the red envelope of [Xiao Yan] to get [Three Stages of Fighting Qi]. 】
Fuck--
Damn it! ! !
Xiao Yan was suddenly shocked--
Could this be the red envelope that Xiao Yan from another world gave to himself? ?
Huh? and many more! !
Xiao Yan's mind was a little confused at the moment, and his fighting spirit was three stages. Isn't this the fighting spirit that Xiao Yan obtained after drinking Yao Lao's potion when he was a Crosser tester?
How would it appear here? ?
Could it be! !
Could it be that this is the self in another world, who sent a red envelope to yourself? ?
Damn it, so messy...
All in all, this is a good thing. Xiao Yan immediately took it out of the group file and checked it out: [Three stages of fighting qi, as the name suggests, the power of three stages of fighting qi can be obtained, but this product is a one-time use and can maintain 1 after use. Hours of fighting spirit. 】
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Han Lengrou began to clamor again.
"Xiao Yan, haven't you rested yet?"
Xiao Yan suddenly sat up and scolded, "Han Lengrou, don't be arrogant and don't force me, otherwise I will embarrass you..."
"Yeah, still embarrass me? Come on, come on, who's afraid of who--"
"Han Lengrou, you will regret it!!"
"Hahaha, this girl grows up so big, she never knows how to write the word regret!!"
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Xiao Yan was angry, although he knew that fighting spirit was precious, he shouldn't use it for this bad woman.
However, it is obvious that she is here to find fault today...
If you don't let her know how powerful Xiao Yan is, she might still be able to figure out how this bad woman will bully Xiao Yan in the future. .
Therefore, my aunt can bear it, but my uncle cannot bear it.
Xiao Yan took out three stages of fighting energy.
Not to mention, this good thing from another world has its own magical power. After that strange power enters Xiao Yan's body, it starts to repair Xiao Yan's injured body.
At the same time, ~EbookFREE.me~ the three-stage fighting energy is also extraordinary, the familiar fighting energy power immediately permeates the body.
At this time, Xiao Yan stood up again...
The aura on his whole body is completely different.
With Han Lengrou’s surprised gaze on the opposite side, she looked at the man in front of her in shock. Xiao Yan's original appearance was not bad. Although she was embarrassed just now, she felt like her injuries were wiped out at this moment. , His black hair turned out to be windless, and it also highlighted that his face was also extremely handsome.
What's more terrifying is that Han Lengrou actually saw from Xiao Yan at this moment that the king's qi (the king's bachelor) that only exists in the novels came out wantonly.
"This is impossible, I must be dazzled..."
"Xiao Yan, give me another kick!!"
Han Lengrou flew into the air and attacked Xiao Yan.
At this moment, Xiao Yan flashed in his sword eyebrows and star eyes. He didn't hide or escape, and directly grasped Han Lengrou's delicate little feet with both hands...