Black-bellied highness, don't mess around

"You..." Ji Yimo suddenly realized that Mu Chenluo, who was an eyesore, was walking on Yi Yiling's left. The left side is the place closest to the heart. No, the best location should be occupied by himself. When she approached Mu Chenluo and was thinking of pushing him away...

Yi Yiling suddenly stood in front of Ji Yimo, tiptoed slightly, and slowly raised her head.At this time, the actions of the two people looked very ambiguous to outsiders, but only the two of them knew that nothing happened.

Acting is just acting.

Mu Chenluo reminded himself over and over again in his heart.

But seeing the two kiss close to each other, his heart still throbbed.

After the passionate kiss was over, Yi Yiling put her head against Ji Yimo's ear, talking flirtatiously.

These two people are really dying, and they still don't know how they died, the black-clothed leader in the dark thought, and then he gestured to the black-clothed man hiding nearby.

In the next second, a group of men in black who were lying in ambush jumped out.

The night seems to be getting darker and darker, and there is a thick atmosphere of death hidden all around. This battle must be fought...

Yi Yiling stood aside expressionlessly watching this violent scene...

With the skills of Mu Chenluo and Ji Yimo, these wastes are nothing. After only 10 minutes, the originally secluded alley was full of corpses, and blood flowed like a river. There is nothing in front of the soul leader.

"Dark, come to No. 117 Youlu Street." Yi Yiling flicked the ear drill, the dark red ear drill was hidden in her fiery red long hair, making it difficult for people to notice, this ear drill was also An Ye's original communication tool one.

She gave An an order briefly, then hung up.

Dark's right eyelid suddenly started to jump up, why did he have a bad feeling this time? !

Before he had time to think about it, he picked up the pistol Falcon K-270 in the cabinet, rushed out the door, and ran west.

Outside the night bar, Tang Yulian and Qian Yexi were walking in the aisle in the middle, they were holding hands, Tang Yulian's head rested lightly on Qian Yexi's shoulder, they must be a sweet couple.

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