Happy to open the coffin

Chapter 53 Stay away from my woman next time

As soon as he finished thinking, he felt a familiar Yin Qi slowly approaching.

An Xiangwan couldn't help but raise a sophistical fox on her red lips, and then she pretended that the medicine was not enough and fell to the ground.

Song Shao felt that An Xiangwan had stopped, turned around and saw that the person had fallen to the ground, resisting the pain of being thrown, a wretched smile appeared in his eyes.

The little woman lying on the ground in front of him, with a drowsy and brave look, made the guilt in his mind even more deepened.

He didn't get it back then, but now he can be regarded as finding an opportunity. How could he miss such a great opportunity at such a great moment.

"Xiao Wan, why bother to live with your true thoughts, these years, you miss me too, right...Xiao Wan..."

His words became more and more violent, and he approached her step by step, like a hungry jackal.

"Song Shao, get the hell out of here..."

Seeing that An Xiangwan kicked him to stop him from approaching, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the will-o'-the-wisps did not come in until now. It was obvious that someone had tampered with him.

Who else could pull off such a disgusting trick except An Yuya.

"Xiao Wan, don't be so brave anymore, go to sleep, when you wake up, we can go back to the past, I am still the brother Shao who loves you, you are still the baby I miss day and night..."

What An Xiangwan said made An Xiangwan feel as disgusting as a maggot that was still butterfly swimming in the cesspit just now jumped onto his hands. Watching him approach again while unbuttoning his tie and shirt, he would die later.

The Yin Qi is already 30 meters away from the wing room.

An Xiangwan deliberately raised her voice and screamed:

"No—Song Shao, don't come over—don't! Don't..."

"Don't worry, I will take pity on you...I love you so much...don't you..."

Song Shao is like a lunatic who can't understand human language. Right now, he has only one thought, which is to possess this woman who won't let him be frustrated repeatedly, so as to get back a trace of cheap self-esteem.

There was an endless sneer in An Xiangwan's eyes, but there was an extremely bleak cry for help in his mouth, and he deliberately tore off the button on his chest.

"Don't... Ah Che... save me..."

"Xiao Wan...I don't like you calling other men's names in front of me...Xiao Wan, you are mine..."

When Song Shao heard her shout, three points of jealousy appeared in his eyes, which hurt his glass heart. Just when he was about to kill her,

A gust of cold wind suddenly hit him, knocking him away heavily, his whole body was like a bow and arrow shot straight to the wall, and slowly slid down to the ground, causing his internal organs to be shattered in pain.

Zong Che rushed into the room immediately when he heard the call for help. An Xiangwan's open white chest and shoulders were trembling non-stop, and his eyes were red, like a ravaged flower, which made people feel distressed.

"Ache...help me..."

She struggled to squeeze out two tears that rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, it's alright."

Zong Che comforted her softly, and pulled the sheet over her helpless body.

Song Shao was stunned by the beating, and when he got up from the ground in pain, he looked up, and in the blink of an eye, there was a tall and straight figure in purple clothes, black trousers and silver boots, with a long crown and hair on his head, as if the king ruled the world to him in front of you.

He couldn't tell whether he saw a ghost or a god, but the coldness and pressure emanating from him were enough to suffocate and frighten him—he was very powerful, but in front of him, he was as weak as an ant.

Zong Che narrowed his eyes dangerously, held the bat-winged cross sword in his hand, pointed at Song Shao's nose, and issued a cold warning: "Get out, stay away from my woman next time."

He just cast a ghost spell on Song Shao, so he can see himself.

Song Shao was so frightened that his eyes were fixed on the position of his sword tip. Big cold sweat rolled down from the corner of his forehead from time to time, and he swallowed saliva with difficulty in his throat. Zong Che was undoubtedly a powerful existence to him, and there was an obvious trembling answer in his voice: "I, I will remember..."

"roll."

Zong Che's voice was not loud, but it was extremely lethal to Song Shao.

"Okay, okay...I'll get out now, get out now..."

After speaking, he rushed out of the room, this time he was almost killed by An Yuya, that stupid woman, he will settle the score with her later.

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(End of this chapter)