The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

  Lian Feng looked again, Qin Zongjun’s cold face was covered with frost, and his dark phoenix eyes were as deep as a pool of cold, and there was no trace of heat.

  Huh...

  He breathed a sigh of relief and touched his little heart. It was an illusion or an illusion.

   "Do it!"

   Lian Feng rolled up his sleeves and led people to rush upwards, "Dare to move our father, the focus is on starting!"

  Otherwise, the Lord will have to die him!

  On both sides of the street, next to tea stalls, in the gold shop, and on the sidewalk, more than 20 people sprang up at the same time, acting well and murderously.

  Postures and movements, at a glance, it is to practice the family.

   Yantao grabbed her hair, and the Quartet had already come close. She leaned slightly, her eyes falling on the opposite gentleman.

  The icy and snowy face has no waves, as if it is the quiet snow lake for thousands of years. No matter what, it will not make him cold and moved.

"your people?"

  Qin Zong raised his eyes, he was sitting on the humble breakfast shop, his movements were calm and expensive, as if the people sitting there were thousands of miles stretching across the country.

  His eyes were thin and his voice was cold, "You don't...want to marry your father and be a wife?"

   Then pass his level first!

"Row!"

  Yantao shook her hair coolly, her broken hair flying in the wind.

  She stretched out her hand and rubbed Qin Zong’s chin roguely, “Hit them, you will belong to me!”

  I think back then, she fought invincible all over the world, and the strongest warriors of the Xuanshu Century became her defeated men.

  Yantao never takes action, but can always be invincible, let everyone admire.

  The fist of the closest person was already approaching, and Yan Tao turned around beautifully, passed behind that person, and rushed into the circle of more than twenty people.

   "Fight!"

   "Call the police!"

  "..."

  The people around him backed back, squeezing cold sweats for the thin and thin boy in their hearts.

  Yantao didn't make a move, and simply avoided the attack, but...the fists that should have fallen on her did not fall into the air, and were all directed to their own people.

   did not make a move, and his men fell one by one.

  Qin Zong's cold eyes slightly rippled, this little hooligan... can he predict every step of his attack?

   and all lead to others.

  His handsome face is cold, and he makes a sudden voice, his voice is full of icy air, "I didn’t eat in the morning?"

  One by one weak chickens become like this? !

  Lian Feng's eyes trembled, and when it was over, the master was angry.

Oh shit.

   More than twenty people, even a child can't beat it.

   spreads out, don’t bother with their war eagles!

  Lian Feng joined the battle circle. Under Qin Zong’s coercion, the others gritted their teeth, their fists and speed were ten times heavier than before!

  Exercising all the energy!

  Lian Feng is a master.

   Yantao can tell at a glance.

  They hit repeatedly, and the pressure on Yan Tao's body suddenly increased.

  The plain hand slid along the lip line across the cold arc, Yan Tao stepped on strange steps with both feet, moving among more than twenty people in an extremely incredible way.

  The space is so cramped, they just didn't even catch the corner of Yan Tao's clothes.

  The people around are dumbfounded.

  Looks uncontrollably attracted by Yan Tao.

  The young man in the morning light has an inexplicable charm on his body.

  Looking at her, it was as if she were in the mountains and forests, the morning mist was rising, and the birdsong sounded crisply.

  The charm is open and introverted, mysterious and unpredictable.

  As if, shouldn't belong to this earthly world.

  But above the mountain, between the flowing water.

  Yantao passed through more than twenty people. When standing, he stiffened with Lian Feng and his face was faintly pale.