Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

Nan Juefeng and the others were dumbfounded.If you fly out like this, won't you... fall to your death? !

Admiring Fan Tieqing's handsome face, which condensed too much dark breath of death, he stared at the remaining four people expressionlessly, and asked, "Go down by yourself, or... I will help you?!"

With the tragic demonstration of Tianhu and Tianbao, it is obvious that everyone chooses to dance by themselves.

After all, they have received special training and know how to land on the ground so as not to fall...

Nan Juefeng squatted halfway on the cabin door, and when he was about to jump, he turned his head, stared viciously at the leisurely admired Fan, and said through gritted teeth, "Qiang Fan, you tyrant!"

Seeing that Yang Mufan was about to rush over to beat him up, he let out a "hula" and jumped down handsomely.

Wei Yutian jumped down right after Nan Juefeng, and before he acted, he also said his "dying hate words": "Second brother, you are too cruel!!"

Then there's Sirius.

Originally, he wanted to say something, but as soon as he turned his head, his whole body trembled in fright from the sinister gaze of Admire Fan, and the words that came to his throat were swallowed alive by him...

When it was Zhuo Qingcheng's turn, he stood at the cabin door with a short body, locked the door firmly, and said with tears streaming down his face: "Second brother, I really have bone hyperplasia, and I will die if I jump off. If I die , who will help you manage the company in the future?! Can you still find an assistant as capable as me in this world?! The answer is: Absolutely not!!"

"Jump off!!" Yang Mufan didn't care what he was talking about, and just emphasized in a cold voice.

Zhuo Qingcheng is still in the final dying struggle: "Second brother, can you stop dancing?! How about this, I will work for you for free for a year, and let you work without complaint?!"

His monthly salary is 300 million, plus bonuses, year-end bonuses, etc., tens of millions a year.

In the end, Yang Mifan said cruelly: "I only count to three, one, two, three..."

"Three", as soon as he fell, Zhuo Qingcheng only felt a force of gravity, kicking him hard on the back.

He was just like that... kicked off the helicopter by Yang Mifan.

On the way to land, he screamed again and again, and then roared filled with righteous indignation, hovering, reverberating, and rising in the forest for a long time.

He howled angrily: "Tyrant, you. Damn, it's too cruel——"

Compared to Nan Juefeng and the others who were trembling, timid and weak, Admire Fan stood at the door of the cabin with a gallant figure, extremely majestic.

The sharp wind blew his flowing short black hair, dancing to his heart's content.

From a distance of ten meters, he stared coldly at the six men who had fallen on the muddy grass, still lying on the ground to load the corpse, he slanted his lips evilly, and then...he jumped down, After a few sensitive and graceful rolls, he landed calmly and perfectly.

The moment the black leather shoes stepped on the ground, the muddy water that was sucked up in the grass rushed out and splashed on his shiny black leather boots.

The same muddy leather boots were completely different from what Nan Jue had given them. Instead of being in a bit of distress, there was a kind of arrogance, publicity, and evil that belonged to the emperor...

Yang Mufan glanced at the few people lying motionless on the grass, and coldly issued another order: "The gate of death is officially opened. If you don't want to die, you'd better be alert and smart—"

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The setting sun, bright red like fresh blood, blooms unscrupulously in the sky, brutal and violent...