Pillow Love: The princess pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger

No matter how good Yan Nanjin's martial arts were, in front of Bei Zheyan, who was not at the same level as him, he was like a child playing house wine. book>

He stared at Gong Ziluo with cold eyes, with boundless cruelty in his eyes, and sadly glanced at Gong Ziluo who was blocked by Bei Zheyan.

He took a deep breath, and made two seals together. As soon as the wind came out of his palms, before even touching half of Bei Zheyan's sleeve, he was already falling slowly like a kite with a broken string...

He only heard a muffled grunt, and he didn't even frown, but his body was like a kite with a broken string, falling straight down...

Gong Ziluo looked at her heart skipping a beat, as if she had also received such a palm! [

Even if Bei Zheyan has a sense of proportion, the difference in strength between the gold and red ranks is too great.

It is said that the internal strength is one level higher, that is not the difference between one and two, the difference and disparity are so big that you can't even imagine.

Gong Ziluo looked at Yan Nanjin being hit by Bei Zheyan's palm, as if it hit her heart, her heart was about to tremble!

How could she not know that Yan Nanjin was suffering, but this stubborn person was enduring it.

Gong Ziluo was heartbroken, but she didn't want to show it at all.

Just as she was thinking, Yan Nanjin stood up abruptly like a tumbler.

Gong Ziluo was dumbfounded, completely forgetting how to react...

Could this man be made of iron?

Yan Nanjin's hands were already injured, but she was still on the toes, and slowly landed in front of Gong Ziluo and Bei Zheyan.

"You must have forced Luo Er..." Yan Nanjin said, as if he was about to strike again.

Bei Zheyan smiled bitterly: "Why are you bothering? You know that you are not my opponent, you..."

If it wasn't for the fact that Gong Ziluo was involved in this matter, Bei Zheyan really wanted to make friends like Yan Nanjin, and even wanted to have a drink with him.

But it was obvious that even if he was willing, this stubborn young man would not be willing.

Of course, it is impossible for him to be so generous to those who hit his little sister's idea.

"As long as I have breath, I will fight you to the end." Yan Nanjin wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and stared at Bei Zheyan coldly.

Bei Zheyan sighed helplessly, and said, "Shizi Yan, you know that you are not my opponent, so why bother..."

Yan Nanjin's eyes were extremely firm, and he said: "Unless you step over my corpse, or tell me the truth...tell me that you are the one who persecuted Luo Er by your real name, otherwise, I will definitely not give up easily."

Bei Zheyan sighed, and before he could finish speaking, Yan Nanjin's stubborn palm fell down again.

This time, Bei Zheyan didn't answer, but let Yan Nanjin's palm directly hit her chest. [

He didn't need to resist at all, the internal force from Jin Duan on his body produced instinctive protection, and with such a flick, Yan Nanjin's body fell down like a fallen leaf on a tree with a "whoosh" sound!

"Plop..." A louder landing sound than the previous few times was slammed into Gong Ziluo's heart. Her heart seemed to hurt more than Yan Nanjin's body, and she trembled from the pain...

Bean-sized teardrops kept rolling down like broken beads, but Yan Nanjin trembled and stood up again...

"Little sister, look at this person..." Bei Zheyan couldn't help but admire Yan Nanjin's firmness