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Chapter 1221 Developed classmates (2)

The two of them were leaning against the wall smoking cigarettes face to face when they suddenly saw a figure walking over, and they were slightly stunned.

When they saw Ye Xiu's figure clearly with the dim light, a surprised expression flashed across their faces at the same time, but they didn't have time to react at all. Ye Xiu's figure rushed to them like a ghost, and the two daggers in their hands were inserted into their throats at the same time.

The two of them had a sudden contraction. They never thought that a person could be so fast. A second ago, five or six meters away, and the next second, they came directly to the two of them. They didn't even see the trajectory of Ye Xiu's attack, and they gradually lost their vitality.

Even if they die, they wouldn't have time to make a sound.

After dealing with these two people, there was no obstacle in front of them. Ye Xiu slowly walked towards the office at the end, as if he was not coming to the enemy's nest to save people, as if he was walking in his own back garden.

In the office where the tyrant is located, after hearing that the person who came was just a lost person and was not the one who was sent by his father to rescue him, Mu Ling'er became even more desperate.

Seeing Mu Ling'er's desperate eyes, the ferocious look in the tyrant's eyes became even stronger. Especially when he thought of the scene where the woman who was seventy-sixth-slightly similar to the beauty in front of him ruthlessly rejected him, the flame in the tyrant's heart erupted like a volcano.

"Little girl, don't worry, I will make you fascinated..." With a grim smile at Mu Ling'er, the tyrant stepped forward and rushed towards Mu Ling'er.

In this despair, Mu Ling'er burst out with a strong resistance and tried desperately to escape, but before she could even pull out the sofa, the tyrant grabbed her ankle and dragged it back to the sofa.

She even slapped her in the face with her backhand, making Mu Linger dizzy and her head buzzing.

Her upper body was a pink T-shirt, which had been ruthlessly torn apart by the tyrant, leaving only a pair of white inner hangs on her body, and under her was a pair of light blue jeans. While her head was dizzy, the tyrant's hands grabbed the jeans directly and tore the jeans apart on the spot.

A pair of charming white pants were exposed to the tyrant's eyes, and the flames in the tyrant's eyes burned even more vigorously.

Mu Ling'er still refused to give up. She is Mu Qingyun's daughter, and her father is the godfather of the underground world of Kunyun City. She will never allow herself to be defiled by this hateful enemy.

Taking advantage of the moment when the tyrant stopped, Mu Ling'er used her spiritual body to quickly drill through the tyrant's armpit and rushed towards the door.

She didn't know how many people were waiting there outside. At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind, that was to escape, escape from here at full speed. Even if she died, she would never let him touch her body.

"Hey..." The tyrant did not expect that this little beauty would have such a strong desire to resist in this situation. She was careless and actually escaped from her armpit by Mu Ling'er. However, after all, he was a first-class master. He turned around and grabbed Mu Ling'er.

As a result, he did not catch Mu Ling'er, but instead grabbed the strap behind Mu Ling'er's clothes. He heard a "kha" sound. The only piece of clothing left on Mu Ling'er's upper body was grabbed by him. Mu Ling'er, who was wearing only a pair of shorts, took this opportunity to rush to the door. But just when she thought she could rush out of this terrifying office in one fell swoop, she crashed into a warm embrace...

Ye Xiu's figure had just rushed to the door and had not had time to check the situation in the office when he saw a petite figure crashing into his arms.

With a glance, the other party seemed to be wearing nothing, and he even saw the blurry pink-tender scenery.

Almost instinctively reached out and caught the other person, and the hand felt a little smoother.

He really didn't wear anything?
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