The Soft and Sticky Spirit In Master Yu’s Eyes is a Full-scale Boss

    Being bewitched by the Yang family, a group of people rushed forward with their weapons swept up.

    The dragon looked cold and iron-blooded, and roared sharply, "Array, protect the boss."

    Just when they were about to fight with them and **** the boss out, a figure fell gracefully.

    At the moment of landing, a strong and fierce aura spread out everywhere, shocking a group of Yang family members who swarmed.

    After the wind passed, Long Yi saw the proud back in front of him, took a breath, "Madam?"

    Subconsciously glanced at Yu Huaizhi, who was being supported by the dragon behind him, and suddenly thought of what he explained before he fell unconscious.

    Don't let the lady know about his injury.

     swallowed her saliva, her face a little guilty.

    Boss, let’s talk about it first, this is what Madam found out by herself, not what we told her.

     Jiu Ci glanced back at them indifferently, his eyes fell on Yu Huaizhi, who was in a bad situation, and looked at the black air that permeated his body.

    Frowning, she turned and walked towards him.

    Just after turning around, there was a frantic swearing sound, "Damn, who is it? The Yang family dares to destroy and seek death."

     Jiu Ci took her steps back and looked at the scolding Yang Patriarch with cold eyes.

    The eyes are slightly condensed, the dark pupils are full of icy anger, and danger is quietly forming.

    Patriarch Yang, who was kicked out in a state of embarrassment, glared at Jiu Ci, and looked at Jiu Ci with arrogance and disdain, who was easy to bully at first glance.

    He said boldly, "Hey, the leader of Beiming asked a little girl to save him. Yang has also learned a lot."

    "I just don't know if it's for heads or for us to play."

    Patriarch Yang looked up and down Jiu Ci with bad intentions, and mocked recklessly, "I don't like bean sprouts, but they do."

    As soon as the voice fell, a group of people standing behind the Yang family started to look at Jiu Ci with explicit eyes.

    Some of the wretched people even started to swallow, and their eyes were extremely disgusting.

    Although Jiu Ci has a Lolita body, she has an excellent figure, and with her outstandingly beautiful face, it is hard to guarantee that someone will be moved.

    Other dragon guards were also annoyed and angered.

    A lot of age, he can be a grandfather, and he is too embarrassed to say this, it is sinister and wretched.

    "Mother?" Yang Patriarch was also stunned for a moment, and then the smile on his face became even worse, "I didn't expect the Beiming leader's taste to be so unique."

    "Then I can't let her go. It's just right for the mother of Beiming to reward her servants."

    "Shameless." Long San gritted his teeth, the blue veins on his forehead were exposed, and the knife in his hand was almost unbearable.

    The client just frowned, staring solemnly at the sinister Yang Patriarch, quietly turning his wrist and placing the technique on his fingertips and waving it out.

    The movement suddenly stopped, something flashed past his ear, and the ear hair was raised.

    Anguish wailing sounded, wandering in the air.

     Pain rolled and mourned, and a pool of blood slowly flowed out from under her body.

    Everyone understood in an instant, and took two steps back in fright, only to feel a cold somewhere.

    This scene happened so fast that everyone was stunned for a moment, and only after being shocked did they remember to check who shot.

    Looking up, he saw the black sword in his hand, who should have been unconscious, staring at the Yang family with gloomy eyes.

    The delicate and beautiful face is a bit cool under the indifferent eyes.

    Only Jiu Ci saw the person surrounded by black mist, the thick black mist seemed to engulf him.

    "Boss?" Long Ba, who was in charge of medical treatment, looked at Yu Huaizhi, who had suddenly awakened and changed his temperament, and reached out to help him take a pulse.

    The cold and coquettish man waved his hand away, and everyone around him was affected.

    Yu Huaizhi, who was holding the sword, glanced at Jiu Ci coldly, raised his eyebrows frivolously, with a cynical sneer at the corner of his mouth, and turned to look at the Yang family who were hesitant to go forward.

    Patriarch Yang, whose baby was gone, fainted in pain for a while, and the guards of the Yang family, who had lost their momentum, looked at each other, their hands trembling with fright at the gaze of Shang Yu Huaizhi.

    "I didn't quite understand what you were talking about just now." Yu Huaizhi approached slowly, "Otherwise, can you tell me again?"

    There was a smile on his face, but there was no warmth in his eyes or even killing intent.

    How can a group of people whose legs tremble with fright say it again, I'm afraid they will die faster.

    "Why don't you tell me." Yu Huaizhi slowly raised his eyes and glanced at a man behind him, raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

    That person was the one who looked at Jiu Ci the most with his blatant and wretched eyes just now.

    The man was timid, shocked by Yu Huaizhi's killing aura, his legs fell soft and he sat on the ground, "I was wrong, please let me go."

    Yu Huaizhi smiled, very kind.

    The man thought he could escape the disaster, but the next second, his head was in a different place, and the smile on his face was still frozen on his face.

    "Ahhhhh..."

    Some timid screamed in fright.

    Still staring at the head on the ground, his eyes are cold and ruthless, and he answered without haste, "Don't let it go."

    The anger solidified for a while, and everyone looked at Yu Huaizhi who looked like a purgatory asura in horror.

    Only Yu Huaizhi in Jiu Ci's eyes was entangled in black mist, suffering inhuman torture, not as high-spirited as others saw.

    Yu Huaizhi raised his eyes, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and stepped closer to try to solve them one by one.

    The golden light flashed in front of her eyes, her pace stopped, Yu Huaizhi paused and turned to look at Jiu Ci who was imprisoning him, just looking at her quietly.

    Don't talk or struggle.

     Jiu Ci retracted her hand, came to Yu Huaizhi, stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch her head, softly whispering to appease the irritable husband, "Honey, wait for me."

    I'll come back to coax you when I finish picking up the trash.

    The expressionless man frowned, and seemed a little dissatisfied but still did not speak, just stared at her silently.

    stare~

    stare~

     Jiu Ci gave up and turned around, and had to turn back again, clinging to Yu Huaizhi's shoulder and kissing the cool lips.

    The person who got the kiss still frowned, but his eyes were no longer pressing.