Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

This little girl is really different, very different, it's so rare to get close to her, and she carries a deadly poison. www>

But it is insolent and makes people like it, with his personality.

Feng Xiliang didn't step forward to touch her either, and let her walk over with him.

Luo Liuling bent down and pulled out the dagger, took a breath to blow away the dust on it, and then slowly put the dagger in her sleeve. This dagger was the only weapon on her body.

As soon as you walk in the front, you will see several men fighting and competing. [

Feng Xiliang sat casually on a chair, the charm of all living beings was really mouth-watering, but Luo Liuling didn't see it, took a look at these men, they were all playing tricks.

"Little girl, go to the competition, if you lose, you will throw it down to feed the fish."

Feng Xiliang's words were half-truth and half-false, making it hard to tell which sentence was true and which sentence was false, but one thing is for sure, Feng Xiliang acts entirely according to his mood.

Several men beside Luo Liuling slowly approached her, each with a small knife in his hand, this was not talking about a duel, this was a life-threatening challenge.

Flipping his wrist, the dagger slipped from his hand.

This time it was Luo Liuling who took the lead and used all his unique skills without any reservations.

There is no strong internal strength, no fancy movements, only a flexible body, and actual combat skills, the dagger is flipping up and down.

Spotting on the nearest man, he bullied him, mercilessly, it was a thunderbolt.

The man was taken aback by her weird posture, this little girl was really desperate, she dared to take any moves.

Feng Xiliang, who was sitting reclined in a chair, watched the duel indifferently. Who knew whose blood was splashed on his body, a flash of anger flashed. He hated whoever stained his favorite clothes the most. Look, the man closest to him was left with a long bloodstain by Luo Liuling.

His eyes sank, and at lightning-like speed, his hand was like an eagle's claw, only grabbing the man's throat. The man only felt a sense of oppression coming from him. Before he could turn around, a hand behind him grabbed his neck fiercely, and his body moved at full speed. He stepped back, but couldn't resist the surging force.

Unable to bear the pressure, the man threw himself up and fell from the boat, and soon fell into the water with a slight cry.

Feng Xiliang didn't have any expression on his face. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands. He wiped each finger extremely carefully, as if killing someone had stained his hands.