Beast Concubine Night Crazy: The Untamable Female Slave

However, Mo Qing had no intention of showing mercy. Seeing Ye Lin come up to provoke him, the purple spear in his palm swung fiercely, like a wandering snake.

Under Mo Qing's control, Zi Qiang wandered about as fast as a real snake, but it was ten or a hundred times faster than a snake. Coupled with her fluttering purple hair, she looked mature and stunning.

Ye Lin was dumbfounded.

This kind of beauty even fixed him there like a reassurance. Even Mo Qing's purple gun had already killed him, and he still hadn't made the slightest move.

A trace of strangeness flashed in Mo Qing's eyes, but the gun still stabbed at Ye Lin's chest without stopping.

"when!"

With a sound of gold and iron clashing, Leng Meiying used the three-inch knife in her palm, and shot Mo Qing's purple gun flying out with one blow.

In this confrontation, neither side tried their best. Leng Meiying took advantage of the counter-shock force of the knife to quickly take Ye Lin back more than ten meters, and drank at the same time.

"What are you doing? Are you out of your mind?"

Leng Meiying was frightened into a cold sweat, if she had gone a little later just now, she would have confessed to being the number one champion here.

The same Leng Meiying also understood a truth, if a person who is dazed by love is sent to fight, it will be no different from sending him to death.

After being scolded by Leng Meiying, Ye Lin recovered, and her face suddenly became rather ugly.

As a qualified fighter, it is absolutely fatal for him to lose his mind during the battle.

As for those charming things that should be there and shouldn't be, Ye Lin feels that they are all hallucinations that she suddenly had.

Lowering his head and admitting a mistake to Leng Meiying, Ye Lin went up to fight Mo Qing with two guns pointed.

Leng Meiying nervously followed behind him, watching Ye Lin's every move, she was afraid that he would have any accidents, what if he was killed by Mo Qing again?Standing here watching him, at least he can guarantee that he will not be killed under his nose.

There is no doubt about Mo Qing's strength. A purple spear, protruding up to the head and stabbing down the waist, made Ye Lin, who also played with guns, feel extremely guilty. After sweeping, it suddenly became quite chaotic.

Mo Qing's willow eyebrows were frowned quite tightly, her purple spear was pointed up and down, and her purple hair and cloak were scattered around her shoulders, making her look extremely beautiful.

Ye Lin used to be more courageous as he fought, but now, he lost his confidence as he fought.

Not only because of Mo Qing's strength, but also because the longer he has been in contact with Mo Qing, the more he feels that she is out of reach, and her position in Ye Lin's heart is also rising rapidly. second only to the captain.

Ye Lin has his own set of crooked theories, that is, he never fights with people he cares about, so he has never fought with Leng Meiying, even if he fights with Su Qi and the others, it is better to use no guns head gun.

It was this kind of psychology that made Ye Lin's skills more and more fashionable, and even at the end, he just kept retreating.

Compared with Yelin's fighting principles, Mo Qing is a hardcore fanatic.

She believes that fighting is sacred, and any letting go or failing to do one's best is shameful and deserves to be killed.

The boy's offensive just now was still so sharp, but why is he now a soft-footed shrimp?