Your Highness Doubi, please take the call: Queen Momoda

Chapter 107

A boy standing in front of Mo Liuchuan said with a look of disdain.

Although it was said that this Long Qianyao was a desperate Saburo, one person could single out many people, but they all checked and found that not only did he have wounds on his arms, but also wounds on his chest.

Mo Shao disdained to fight with him, but they didn't care. If they defeated Long Qianyao, they would be very prestigious. Although they took advantage of others' danger, what did it matter.

Long Qianyao's fists were clenched tightly, and there was a crackling sound, and there was raging anger in his long and narrow eyes.

The punch of "Peng—" just laughed at him and broke the nose of the man who was laughing wildly.

Fresh blood gushed out immediately, and the blood on a face was splattered into an ink painting.

The surname Long, this is his bottom line, more than mistresses, illegitimate children, he can't stand it.

The person with the nosebleed spurting from the beating fell to the ground holding his nose.

Long Qianyao's eyes were red, and he still punched that person with punches. Because his nose was sore from the beating, that person was unprepared, and was hit by Long Qianyao's fists as dense as raindrops.

The few people next to him saw it, and they were all stunned there. They had heard of Long Qianyao's death before, but they heard that there was no real shock from what they saw.

It turned out that his recklessness was not only for himself, but also for his enemies.

In the past, I always felt that those things were exaggerated by others, but I didn't expect that all of them were true. It was simply too scary.

Seeing his crazy appearance, the few people next to him didn't want to seek any advantage. They were so frightened that they ignored Mo Liuchuan's greetings, turned pale, sneered, and then slipped away.

"Long Qianyao, stop!"

He was still beating the person lying on the ground frantically, Long Qianyao seemed to be in trouble, and his wrist was suddenly choked heavily.

Long Qianyao tugged vigorously, but remained motionless. He raised his red eyes, wanting to see who was so fearless of death.

Why did she come here! !
"Do you want to kill him??"

Roland's black jade-like eyes flashed a cold light.

The cold and silent voice made his hot eyes gradually go out.

It was like a scene of a fire, suddenly covered by continuous heavy snow.

Long Qianyao gradually calmed down, panting for breath, slowly stood up, and then sat on the ground weakly.

Seeing him calm down slowly, Roland also let go of his wrist.

At the same time, he also breathed a sigh of relief. Is this Long Qianyao crazy? ?If she doesn't come to hold him, will he just beat him to death? ?
The people in the Rose of the Night Club are really weirder and more neurotic than the other.

She joined here, I really don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate.

Seeing that he was fine, Roland frowned, picked up his rabbit and prepared to leave.

"You are the woman who defeated Long Qianyao!!"

A cold voice stopped her in her tracks.

This is a question, and it is a very impolite question.

The corner of Roland's mouth twitched slightly, he ignored it, and continued to walk forward. It was very late now, and she didn't want to arrive at City Y later.

As soon as she stepped out, a black shadow stood in front of her.

Roland raised his head slightly. It was the boy who had been yelling at Long Qianyao. He just saw his back, but now he was standing in front of her.

(End of this chapter)