The blackened goddess of rebirth is extremely poisonous

Chapter 137 Give Her Your Back
Seeing that the opponent's knife was about to stab his hand, Yan Zhuoli closed his eyes subconsciously, gritted his teeth and waited for the pain to come.

a second passed
Three seconds passed.
Why doesn't it hurt?Could it be that the other party stabbed himself to death, so he couldn't feel the pain?

No way?That's how he died?Killed by a person who touches porcelain?He is not reconciled to such a useless way of death
Just when Yan Zhuoli was thinking this way, the scream of "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" pulled back his wandering thoughts.

Opening his eyes suddenly, the first thing he saw was a familiar face with an indistinguishable profile.The man was lying between him and the man holding the fruit knife. His seemingly slender and boneless hands clasped tightly the hand that was stabbing with the fruit knife.

this man!He remembers!The guy from the Warm Boy Cafe!
"Hey!" Feng Tianling looked sideways at Yan Zhuoli, and greeted him, "Don't just watch the show, there is a dangerous existence behind."

Hearing what Feng Tianling said, Yan Zhuoli suddenly remembered another man with a fruit knife.Turning around, with a vigilant look, he stepped back, moving closer to Feng Tianling.

Yan Zhuoli unconsciously handed over his back to Feng Tianling. Although it was their first formal meeting, for some reason, Yan Zhuoli felt safe relying on Feng Tianling, and had a good impression of her from the very beginning. .

"Next, what should we do? One on one?" Yan Zhuoli just finished speaking, and then the screams like killing a pig sounded again.

Accompanied by the screams, there was also the sound of "Kachacha—" bones breaking.

Yan Zhuoli looked back in a daze, and then saw Feng Tianling folding the man's wrist expressionlessly, with a casual and indifferent look, it seemed that he was not folding a man's hand, but breaking an onion.

"Let go, let go, it hurts, it hurts—" the man yelled in pain, the veins on his forehead popped up, and beads of sweat rolled down.

Yan Zhuoli looked at the man's painful expression, and then at Feng Tianling's still expressionless expression, which reminded him of someone, his uncle.

Yan Hanming.

In the appearance of the kingdom of martial arts, his uncle is a business giant, but few people know his other identity. He is the king of the night in the darkness, and the vampire king from the demon realm.Kill decisively and act resolutely
This androgynous man can tear apart people's bones as he pleases, and he really looks a bit like his brother-in-law.The person he admired the most since he was a child was his uncle. Perhaps it was because of this that he was different from this man.

Just when Yan Zhuoli was engrossed in his thoughts, Feng Tianling hooked her lips and smiled evilly, her tone was like a devil, "If you tell me to let me go, then I will let you go. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me?"

He is laughing?Yan Zhuoli looked at the terrifying Feng Tianling who was smiling, and was startled.He looks like this, not like his uncle.The wicked smile on that face made one's spine shudder, and his hairs stood on end.

"You, what on earth do you want, what do you want?" The man wailed in pain.

"Well, let me think about it." Feng Tianling frowned, making it look like she was thinking seriously.

Mmp!The man cursed in his heart, when do you want to think?Is his wrist still being clamped by him?Please, can you let go first? !

At this time, another man suddenly yelled at Feng Tianling, then picked up a durian from the ground and threw it at Feng Tianling.

"What the hell! Courting death!"

(End of this chapter)