The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 199 Don't listen, don't watch

The season is warm, he is not still in Haicheng? How come in the T city?

Wouldn't it be that she was stimulated to have an illusion?

But she couldn't speak, she could only look at a pair of empty eyes, looking at that direction, like the only warm light in the darkness of despair, as if she had clouded her from the horror of the two worlds. Seeing the rescue of the fog, she finally breathed for a moment.

She could hardly see how he came over. He only knew that the middle-aged spectacled man on his body suddenly screamed, as if it had been broken by the broken bones of her arm. She tried to gather her spirit to see. Just seeing the ink in the depths of her place, the indifferent eyes did not blink, then twisted the backhand, and fell down on the sturdy middle-aged glasses man.

She was light, and instantly felt a coat with a familiar clean and clean taste on her.

The season was warm and tired, and the eyes were forcibly taken back. The middle-aged glasses man screamed and screamed. She didn’t know what Mo Jingshen was doing and didn’t want to see it.

The man fell to the ground and was kicked again. He was opened two meters away and hit the wall. His head was also hit by a heavy cobblestone wall. He screamed and then rose red. To the tangled face, the trembled man pointed to the man who suddenly came in, wanted to talk, but was covered up by the sound of the door that was reopened.

Feng Ling quickly entered the door and saw what was inside that immediately understood what he was about to enter. He suddenly heard the cold and cold voice of Mo Jing: "Close the door!"

Feng Ling subconsciously closed the door behind him and isolated the eyes of those who followed.

The season was warm, and suddenly she was helped. She opened her eyes and saw the face of Mo Jingshen. She wanted to ask him how he would come to T City. But when he got to his mouth, the blood on his lips was slightly dry and his face was painful. The pain of her brow wrinkled, still did not speak, only heard that Mo Jingshen whispered in her ear: "Don't talk, I am there."

Although it was a cold and depressed voice, she was also scorning her, comforting her, while holding her in her coat, and then raising her hand to open her forehead and blood. The hair, seeing the injury on her head, and then gently rubbing her face to check the palm marks on her face, the chill between the ochre is full.

Although the season warmth knows that he is out of danger, but the instinctive body is still shaking, all the struggles and fears have spread to her body and mind before, she wants to calm down, but the scenes of the two worlds have been occupying her. Reasonable nerves, the fundus has been covered with bloodshot eyes, and the eyelashes are trembled, forcing the tears that are coming out again and again.

Mo Jingshen hugged her: "Don't be afraid, I am here, I have passed, I close my eyes, don't listen, don't watch."

The warmth of the season did not move, and Mo Jing raised his hand and gently covered her eyes: "Don't be afraid, huh?"

Feng Ling saw the wolf in the warm season and the blood on his head. He suddenly kicked a kick in the middle of the middle-aged glasses man who fell to the ground, and the screams that followed him made him rely on the ink scene. The warmth of the season was shaking.

"The person is abolished, the mouth is blocked, too noisy." Mo Jingshen saw that the warm season is now unstimulated and ordered.

Feng Ling’s movement quickly grabbed a piece of clothing on the ground and stuffed it into the man’s mouth. He stepped on his leg again. When he was sore and snorted, a roundabout kicked in his head. A heavy blow.

In the basement, I can only hear a sigh of pain. The middle-aged glasses are full of blood and sweat. Finally, I leaned against the corner of the wall and fell to the ground. I looked at the short-haired woman in front of me with horror. Going back to hide, but still being kicked by Feng Ling, this foot straight in the abdomen.

The warmth of the season is close to the darkness of the ink, and the eyes are blinded by him. I can't see everything here. The red cheeks on the pale cheeks are still shocking.

With a scream followed by a scream, the warm-blooded hand suddenly touched the folding knife that she had thrown at the bedside before.

She acted and suddenly gripped the knife, and the hoarse voice said: "Depth of field, let me go."

Ink deep looked at her and let go of her. Although the warmth of the season was awkward, it was also blood on the head, but the clothes were covered with ink and deep, and it still had a different sense of security.

She turned her eyes and looked at the middle-aged man who fell down in the corner of the wall. Suddenly she got out of bed. Feng Ling looked back and saw her. Seeing the warmth of the season, she almost stood still, and she was busy helping her, but she was inked. The depth of field is blocked.

Seeing that Mo Jing Shen did not shoot to stop, Feng Ling paused and took a step back.

Sure enough, the warmth of the season opened the folding knife in his hand, the red eyes looked at the disgusting man who had only half a breath in the corner, and saw the fat of the white flower on his body, in front of the scene in the small village in the past. She didn't know where she was from the strength. When she suddenly rushed forward, she stabbed the knife in her hand into his hand.

The middle-aged glasses man suddenly hurts to twitch and licks his **** eyes and looks at her incredulously.

It was this hand that almost touched her!

"Mei Tai..." Feng Ling saw this scene. He wanted to go forward, but he saw the warmth of the season. He was too embarrassed for each of his thorns, but most of them only stabbed each other's legs and hands and arms. It hurts the key.

The action of Feng Ling stopped, and it was still allowed to vent to the season.

(End of this chapter)