Reborn, forced to be pampered by the Huo family prince

Huo Mingxiao's cold voice escaped from the corner of his smiling mouth.

After saying that, he lowered his eyes, looked at Ye Ning with a gentle expression, and gently stroked her back.

"Baby, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Ye Ning's tense nerves completely relaxed and she smiled lightly: "I'm fine."

Liao Zhuo and his men were completely confused. They had been running rampant in this area for many years, and no one had ever dared to contradict them, let alone attack them.

But now, not only was he beaten, he was also beaten to the point where he was unable to fight back.

And he just got kicked twice.

Is this man human?

Liao Zhuo endured the pain and squinted his eyes to look at Huo Mingxiao. The more he looked, the more terrifying he felt, and cold sweat broke out unconsciously.

The man in front of me looks like he is in his early 20s. He is too good-looking to be real, but he is such a beauty. He can knock a 180-pound man up with just one kick.

When did such a figure appear in the imperial capital?

Liao Zhuo's heart tightened and he looked at Huo Mingxiao again.

At this moment, two incredibly beautiful people are hugging each other on the sofa, gazing at each other tenderly and affectionately. They are so intimate that people can't take their eyes away. But once a man's gaze leaves the woman, it will turn into a blade, just one glance. , can make the souls of those who pass by his gaze tremble.

Damn!

It’s so scary, it’s almost inhuman!

"After thinking about it for so long, I should have an answer."

Huo Mingxiao turned to look at Liao Zhuo and spoke coldly. Liao Zhuo unconsciously shrank his neck, swallowed, and moved back.

too frightening.

Those eyes that were as sinister as hell were so terrifying!

"You...who are you? You...do you know...I...I am..."

Before Liao Zhuo could finish his words, he was interrupted by Huo Mingxiao: "Feng Lin, you are allowed to move around tonight to relax your muscles and bones."

"okay."

With a sweet voice, Feng Lin, wearing a tight-fitting black cheongsam with high slits and high heels, twisted her waist and walked towards Liao Zhuo.

As she walked, she raised her hand and shook her fingers. Behind her, Liao Zhuo's men were let go, and all of them rushed towards him.

Feng Lin stood in front of a few people with a smile on his face: "You guys, please come and play with me."

clap clap clap...

A series of crisp sounds sounded.

Within a few seconds, I saw Liao Zhuo and his men all covering their heads and faces, falling to the ground in a mess, twisting, struggling and wailing.

Everyone watching in the bar was stunned.

who am I? where am I?

What happened?

This speed!

This power!

Isn’t this a fucking movie special effect?

Ye Ning looked at Feng Lin, his eyes flashing and his heart throbbing.

Awesome.

This is simply a humanoid weapon, isn’t it? ?

Suddenly, Ye Ning turned to look at Huo Mingxiao, who was holding him.

This guy seems to be more powerful than Feng Lin. If these two people have internal power, then...

Ye Ning became inexplicably excited. The noisy discussions and painful shouts around her could not affect her at all.

At this moment, there was a strong thought in her mind. She must practice martial arts well and become strong.

Only when you are strong can you be truly powerful. It is impossible for Huo Mingxiao to come to save you every time, and it is not possible for you to be lucky enough to wait for someone to save you.

Ye Ning took a deep breath and stared at Feng Lin who was lifting Liao Zhuo into the air with his hands.

The ground was full of gangsters with bruised noses and swollen faces, wailing and begging for mercy. Liao Zhuo had been beaten so hard that he couldn't speak. He could only glare at Feng Lin with hatred.

Feng Lin sneered, threw the person away, clapped his hands, and said with great disgust:

"Trash, you can't even defeat a charming girl like me, and you still try to attack our wife. Do you think you have had enough and are anxious to report to the underworld?"

Liao Zhuo was lying on the ground, blood gurgling from his mouth, but his eyes full of hatred were staring hard:

"You... this is the territory of the Liao family, how dare you... my eldest brother... he will not let you go, you..."

Click...

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

Everyone saw that Feng Lin's high heels stepped on Liao Zhuo's arm, and the stiletto heels pierced into the flesh.

"Ah...ah...ahhhhhhhh..."

The tearing roar like a killing pig echoed in the bar hall.

"Hehehe..."

Feng Lin's grin was very bright, but it made people feel cold for no reason.

Too bloody and violent!

Everyone was so frightened by this scene that they retreated and trembled.

Ye Ning glanced at everyone and snorted coldly.

Then, she looked at Feng Lin again, frowned slightly, and curled the corners of her mouth slightly. She didn't think Feng Lin was bloody and violent, but she thought she was cool.

She clearly saw the foot step down and heard the sound of bones breaking. She felt quite happy, especially when she heard the wretched man's screams and saw his face twisted in pain.

She gloated and wanted to laugh.

"Are you afraid? If you are, I will take you home first." Huo Mingxiao came close to her and said warmly next to her ear.

Ye Ning blinked and looked at him with a sly smile: "Don't be afraid, you don't have to hold me so tightly."

"Well, our Aning is quite courageous." Huo Mingxiao pinched Ye Ning's frowning chin and pecked the corner of her mouth.

The two people's seemingly invisible intimacy shocked many people present.

But... who dares to speak out.

Liao Zhuo, who finally stopped howling, looked at Long Jie aside:

"Long Jie, help me, Long Jie, are you just watching me being bullied by them? Long Jie, please save me, my elder brother will repay you."

Liao Zhuo's cry for help made everyone present focus on Long Jie and her men sitting nearby.

Feng Lin turned to look at Long Jie with a smile on his face:

"Are you going to get involved?"

Long Jie changed her sitting posture and sat up straight. She also looked gentle. Then she waved her hand:

"not my business."

"Long Jie, how can you say it has nothing to do with you? Long Qin, are you going to die without saving me? Is our fourth brother usually not good to you? How can you not save us and ignore us, you shrinking squid and coward? , stinky bitch, bitch..."

Liao Zhuo's little bitch became more and more energetic as he talked. He was originally begging for help, but by the end he started to curse.

Everyone was dumbfounded at this kind of coquettish operation. They couldn't help but shake their heads and cast sympathetic glances at Liao Zhuo.

Liao Zhuo, who had a bad expression at first, now looked as ugly as if he had eaten 10 pounds of cake, and roared:

"Shut up, you idiot!!"

Huo Mingxiao raised his hand, and all the irrelevant personnel in the bar were invited out, leaving only Liao Zhuo and his men.

Huo Mingxiao took out a Browning from his pocket and pointed the gun at Liao Zhuo, who was kneeling in front of the sofa.

"Baby. Tell me, should I give him a shot? Should I hit him in the head or his body..."

The muzzle of the gun swung up and down with Huo Mingxiao's movements, and finally stopped between Liao Zhuo's legs. He was so frightened that his pupils dilated and he begged for mercy:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, spare me, don't kill me! Please..."