Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"Oh!" The sound of the opening gong sounded, revealing the beginning of this almost unsuspecting game.

It was just a few mid-level players who were taught by Xuelian against Ye Ye. Because when they draw a sign with the same number as the ghost doctor's night owl, they have no hope of entering the third round. Regardless of the night cricket, whether they are in World War I or five, they have almost no chance of winning. I wanted to fight, because Ye Ye was casual, but he just saved the Bronze Gate, didn't he?

However, after witnessing the killings in this game, Xuelian was afraid. Since all of them have no chance to enter the finals, why not ask for fun and lose the general in their own hands? So just send a few people in the middle of kung fu to do something and participate.

Although the people from the Xuelian sect are not high in martial arts, after taking the weapon, their eyes are full of arrogance, arrogance, and from beginning to end, they have never looked at the night owl. The pride of these children is on them. It seems so incongruous and so ridiculous. Did he take the weapon of Moran Villa and thought that his martial arts were invincible in the subconscious? It's ridiculous! All five people squinted and looked at Yan Mo with the light of their eyes, disdain, disdain, and permeated the eyes, which was obvious.

The expression on their faces made Ye Yan slightly uncomfortable. He was obviously such a disparate opponent, but he showed such contempt. He looked at her with his eyes, like an expert expression, which made her feeling uncomfortable. . Feng Yan froze and smiled coldly. In that case, let her come and see their kung fu. No, maybe it should be said that there is something special about these weapons prepared by the ink dyeing station.

The five looked at each other and tacitly struck towards the night owl. No one in the audience took this test to heart, because in their eyes, this is just a pre-determined match, and the final result will only be a night win. Talk and laugh with the people on the left and right, sip tea, eat snacks, and laugh at the test.

Chatting and laughing, the competition on the ring has entered a fevered stage. Although none of the five people taught by Xuelian are half as good as the night cricket, all the moves are weird, and the five people cooperate very closely, as if before Have practiced in general. This one was knocked down, the other quickly made up for it, and the knocked down one stood up in a blink of an eye, as if it only slipped his feet and fell, and the attack of Dire did not harm them.

It seemed a bit impatient with the fight, and Ye Yan's eyes narrowed, and he gave a hard hand. "Yeah!" Ye Yan shook the folding fan in her hand. The originally non-lethal folding fan was like a sharp sword in her hand. The folding fan chopped off one of the arms of the sword holder. "Dangye!" It fell to the ground with the knife, and the blood couldn't stop flowing, but the man with the broken arm didn't feel like it at all. He squatted down, picked up the knife with his other hand, and continued to attack Ye Ye.

"Suck !!!" Everyone present couldn't help but take a breath, God! Is he still human? ? What kind of monster is this! ? The arm was cut off, and there was no reaction or consciousness, as if the arm was not his own at all! ? This is simply impossible.