Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

"Wrap me up!" he shouted.

Hundreds of followers directly surrounded the Lianqing business group.

Lian Qingshang was terrified, and she panicked.

At this time, will someone suddenly appear to save him?

If I had known earlier, I would not have gone to Hangzhou.

Go straight back to Sichuan, to Mr.

"Don't come here." Lian Qingshang took a few steps back in fear.

But she was surrounded behind her.

"Hey hey, don't run away, little girl, let our door master have fun."

"Little girl, you are so good-looking, only us two sect masters are worthy of you."

"Don't be afraid, our sect masters are very gentle."

"..."

The words of many small followers made Lian Qingshang fall into extreme fear.

The big man Pudao approached Lian Qingshang step by step.

The big swordsman also walked towards Lian Qingshang.

Lian Qingshang was a little scared, she subconsciously yelled.

"Help! Help!"

The big man with a simple knife had a playful smile on his face.

"Sister, keep shouting, keep shouting~ No one will save you even if your throat is broken." He smiled heartily.

Lian Qingshang's face was full of horror, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She was a little overwhelmed by the current situation.

The hand of the big man with Pu Dao kept approaching Lian Qingshang.

"Don't come here!"

With Lian Qingshang shouting.

At this moment, a cold light flashed.

"Crack" sounded.

A smear of blood appeared in front of Lian Qingshang's eyes.

Her pupils constricted slightly, and fear overflowed her heart.

"Am I dead?"

Lian Qing Shang said in a raving voice.

But the next voice brought her back to reality.

The big man with simple swords in front of her tightly clutched his wrists.

Blood spattered continuously from his wrist.

There was also a bloody palm on the ground.

There were continuous screams from the hands of the big man with simple swords.

"Ah! ah! my hand!"

The big swordsman hurriedly shouted: "Second brother, how are you doing!"

Immediately afterwards, his gaze was fixed on Lian Qingshang's side.

"Who the hell are you, you dare to fight against my Qingyun sect!" the big swordsman roared.

Lian Qingshang timidly looked up at his side.

She saw a black-haired man with dark red eyes appearing beside her.

There was a chair on his back, and a woman sat quietly on it, leaning on his back and falling asleep.

The three-dimensional outline like a knife cut made Lian Qingshang's heart skip a beat.

"Did I get saved by a hero?"

Lian Qingshang thought obsessively in his heart.

"The Demon Respect Building."

The man said coldly.

The person who appeared was none other than Lin Pingzhi.

He took A'Zhu and was rushing towards Hangzhou.

But I never thought that I would meet Lian Qingshang here.