Chapter 705

Muyazhe thin lips slightly pursed, even if you know it is acting, or more than heartache.

"Let's go."

He just turned around, but behind him suddenly came a clear and loud slap.

"Pa --"

resounds in the open basement.

After a pause, the lines on his shoulders were frozen. Suddenly, he turned around and caught the picture of yunshishi being slapped by Yan Bingqing.

That slap made her almost shake, and her hair was scattered on the side of her face.

Mu Yazhe's thin lips were tightly pressed, and in a moment, his whole body burst out with a chilling cold.

Minyu also saw this scene, breathing slightly.

……

When this slap came, yunshishi felt that a thunderclap was still blowing in her ear. With the sharp pain from the corner of her eyes and eardrum, all the voices of heaven and earth were lost in an instant.

She seemed to hear nothing.

Yan Bingqing didn't seem to notice her unusual white face, just stamped her feet, turned around and shouted, "Lin Dao, what can I do?"

Lin Fengtian was so grumpy that he almost impatiently asked, "Mom! What's wrong with you again? If the performance is not good, get out of here and don't shoot again! "

Yan Bingqing said innocently and wrongly: "look at cloud poetry. How can I get to the lines in such a free state! She obviously didn't cooperate with me! "

Muxi is frightened at the sight. I'm afraid that the poem will fall down in the next second.

But she also hoped ambiguously that yunshishi would just go down like this and stop suffering by force!

This Yan Bingqing, but also voice quality doubt poetry does not cooperate, do not see how much effort she spent, who can endure?

Lin Fengtian can't help his anger. He looks at Yun's poems. At the next moment, he is stunned.

I can only see that yunshishi tries hard to support the body on the verge of unstoppable, slowly raises his head and slowly opens his eyes.

People looked at her -

but saw that her left corner of the eye was filled with blood. It was very shocking!

Cold sweat pours down the cheeks and into the seams of the lips, astringent and salty.

In the middle of nowhere.

The body and heel shuddered, but some could not stand.

There was a gloom in front of her eyes, and then there was a dizzying whirl of the sky.

Lin Fengtian stands up from behind the monitor.

Yan Bingqing also saw the blood red on the corner of Yunshi's eyes. He said with a shy smile, "Oh, poetry, I'm sorry! Is it too heavy for me to start just now? But I'm not to blame. "

Suddenly, she lowered her voice and said maliciously, "who makes your face so annoying?"

The spirit of Yunshi's poems is ethereal, as if Yan Bingqing's vicious and mocking laughter could not be heard at all.

The blood of the whole body seems to be frozen, and can no longer flow.

In the chaotic consciousness, all will is on the verge of laxity.

Her body trembled for a moment, and her heel could not sustain her body. Every tense brain nerve broke in response, and a wave of darkness hit her fiercely!

The body of Yunshi's poem is slightly soft and backward.

"Poetry --"

"poetry..."

As if there were countless people rushing to her, calling her name.

Gu Xingze could no longer sit and ignore, saw her fall on the ground, got up and hurried to her.

Not a few steps, but by a terrible force to push away!