"I want to take her away."

Jing Ran looked up, her amber eyes were gloomy, and she raised her head arrogantly, with a hint of madness.

As soon as he left, something happened to her. Yin and Yang people! What the hell is it for him to have!!

"She's still having a fever!"

Wen Tianmu's voice was low and hoarse, with blood-filled black eyes staring at Jing Ran unwillingly.

In the cold air, fires splashed everywhere and could burn at any time.

"Get out! Yin and Yang people, whoever wins will take her away!!"

Jing Ran was already crazy, and he rushed all the way to sleeplessly and all the worries and fears broke out at this moment, like an angry lion, pulling out his fist and curling the corners of his mouth frantically.

Wen Tianmu sneered, his hoarse voice with strong disdain.

He exuded his legs sharply, and his slender legs drew a gorgeous arc in the air, kicking Jing Ran hard in the face, intercepting Jing Ran's fast fist.

Jing Ran bent down and accurately avoided Wen Tianmu's attack. He punched him in the chest with a left hook.

Wen Tianmu groaned and exuded his legs again.

The dazzling leg technique was quick to attack. The two of them had no trace of drag, and they were cruel and domineering and fierce in putting the other party to death.

Under such circumstances, the two gangster giants in Shuilan City fought together, and the two were extremely fast and could not even see how they took action.

Zuo Yihan stood at the door obliquely, the smile at the corner of his mouth was full of viciousness, but with five points of interest.

The boss and the prince had a chance to fight, but the prince was exhausted today or something, it seemed that he was a little slow and was hit several times.

In order to prevent Butler Han from making trouble, a group of people from the Young Master's Gang had already tied up and threw them to the door.

Ten minutes...

One hour...

Their body movements became slower and slower. In the end, Wen Tianmu, who was exhausted, stood still. Her gloomy and cold face was without any scars. A trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of her mouth, and she covered her chest with her right hand.

Jing Ran half-kneeled on the ground, his extremely delicate face was covered with scars, purple and purple, looking a little strange. His amber eyes were covered with blood at this moment, and he stared at Wen Tianmu standing in front of him.

He hasn't fallen yet, damn, he dares to fight him after being injured, and deserves to be beaten to death. Are Yin and Yang people too confident in themselves?

When Ke Huanye woke up, he saw the scene of two people looking at each other.

"What are you doing?"

The voice was hoarse and broken. When she woke up, she saw two people who were injured all over. She couldn't tell whether it was true or dreaming.

"Xiao Yezi...you're awake..."

Jing Ran stood up, looked up at Ke Huanye, curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, and pulled out a smile.

She woke up and she was fine. God knows he was worried about death.

"Didn't you see the fight?"

Wen Tianmu's voice was cold, which made her shudder. She turned her back to her. She couldn't see his expression, but she knew that he must have been injured.

Ke Huanye's head was a little drowsy, trying to make himself clear. Looking at the decorations around him, there was Wen Tianmu's bedroom, and at the door was a group of people from the Young Master Gang.

The damn Zuo Yihan leaned lazily at the door without persuading the fight, but instead acted like he was watching the show.
Chapter completed!