Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

"That little white face of his is quite capable."

The sturdy man's face suddenly turned dark. He covered his still-spinning head and retched, angrily saying, "Be careful, don't let him get away!"

However, Huo Yan was quick-witted and caught the knife in mid-air.

Holding the hilt of the knife, he frowned slightly in disgust, raised his hand and tore off a piece of his clothes to wrap around the palm that was in contact with the hilt, then loosened his brows slightly.

"I haven't moved my muscles in a long time."

He raised his eyes, and the shadows cast by his thick, long eyelashes made his pupils look even more unfathomable.

Fragmented starlight floats in it, like a black hole that swallows everything.

His voice was cold and he said calmly, "Since you are seeking death, don't blame me for being rude."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward with a knife in hand.

It was like one person surrounding a dozen strong men.

Ruan Xingchen's heart was in his throat, fearing that he would get hurt in the chaos.

Even though she knew that he was not the kind of person who acted impulsively and would not do anything without certainty, she still pursed her lips, followed behind him, and paid attention to the blind spots in his vision.

Then I witnessed a violent aesthetic up close.

She knew that Huo Yan was very skilled and he had been able to deal with his enemies neatly and efficiently in several conflicts. No matter what kind of opponent he faced, he seemed to be at ease, as if it was not worth mentioning.

Until now, everyone had watched his tall figure moving like a fish among the terrifying knife lights, and he kicked the huge and strong men to the ground with a clean and tidy manner.

The knife in his hand was more like an extension of his arm, whether it was a jab or a block, each move could just block all attacks.

It seemed as if the previous fights were not even appetizers for him, but more like a harmless prank.

And now, the fighting power he displayed was beyond the upper limit of human strength.

Like a legendary martial arts master.

Ruan Xingchen's eyes widened slightly. In this dangerous and chaotic scene, she could clearly hear her own heartbeat, which became more and more rapid, like the beating of a drum.

The world before my eyes seemed to have slowed down.

The sea breeze blew past, lifting the ends of Huo Yan's hair, revealing his extremely handsome eyebrows and eyes. Thin beads of sweat fell on his forehead, but his cold pupils were deep and bright.

The whole person looks incredibly handsome.

Ruan Xingchen was almost mesmerized by the sight.

On the contrary, Huo Yan, who was in the middle of the battle, noticed her approaching and looked down at her with a hint of helplessness and doting.

"Shouldn't we tell Madam to stay where she is and protect herself?"

His voice was filled with a slight breath from exercise, three parts smile and seven parts doting.

She said this, but she took a moment to replace the iron rod in her hand with a knife, and carefully wrapped a layer of cloth on the handle.

He said softly, "It's dangerous here. Iron rods, a toy used by children in fights, won't be enough to protect the lady. Use this."

Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but look up at him.

The hair on his forehead was slightly damp with sweat, revealing his handsome eyebrows and eyes, and also revealing the arrogance and wildness that he usually concealed well.

Normally, he is abstinent and noble, meticulously wearing a three-piece suit. He is an excellent and successful businessman who has integrated into the steel forest.

But now, his T-shirt was cut into several pieces, making him look a little messy. His muscles were tense, and every movement of his hands and feet was a thunderous blow with the beauty of strength, accompanied by the sound of fierce impact into the flesh.

He looks like an invincible god of war, but also like a wild, untamed and dangerous lion.

It's heartbreaking.

Ruan Xingchen clenched the knife in her hand, her plump red lips couldn't help but curl up, and a strong sense of security surged in her heart.

"Mr. Huo, please don't underestimate me."

Her eyes turned sharp, and a fighting spirit surged in them as she looked at the people around her. She chuckled and said, "I'm not a little white rabbit hiding behind Mr. Huo."

As she said this, she turned around and stood back to back with him.

He decisively used his knife to block the blade that was about to be chopped down by someone in the chaos, and chuckled, "I didn't say you could launch a sneak attack."

Amidst the crisp sound of metal clashing, he raised his foot and kicked the man in the vulnerable spot.

The sturdy man suddenly let out an unimaginable scream, causing everyone else who saw it to clamp their legs together and feel inexplicably cold.

Seeing her sharp look, Huo Yan's thin lips curled up unconsciously.

Neither of them was the type to hesitate, so after a brief exchange, they went straight to the point.

It didn't take long before the beach was covered in mud and covered with strong men.

"Who are you calling a gigolo?"

Huo Yan raised his foot and stepped on the face of the burly man who talked the most, looking down at him condescendingly.

The sole of her shoe rolled over the burn marks on his face. Her voice was light and cold, almost smiling: "You want me to kneel down and beg for mercy, and cheer you on?"

The lights on the beach seem a little dim compared to the boundless sea.

The light on the beach was not strong, and his dark eyes were like fine black gemstones.

At first glance, it seems that you can see through it all, but upon closer inspection, you will find that beneath the shallow layer of transparency, there are more rich and dark things hidden.

Extremely dangerous.

The strong man couldn't help but feel cold all over, and his face was in so much pain that he wished he could die on the spot. He didn't dare to make a sound, and big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Yes, I didn't recognize the real man, I'm a bad mouth!"

He admitted his mistake and apologized spinelessly, raising his hand and slapping himself twice: "I'm not good at speaking, I'm wishful thinking, but a dog can't spit out ivory. Please be magnanimous and don't bother with me..."

He regretted it to death.

I thought dealing with two people who had never seen blood would be a piece of cake.

He thought he had a sure win, so he spoke without restraint and without any scruples. Now he could only hope that this evil spirit would show mercy and let him go.

"If you can't speak, you don't even need a tongue."

Huo Yan's aura was so cold that it seemed to freeze into ice. The tip of the knife was pressed against the burly man's mouth, as if he really wanted to pry open his mouth and cut off his tongue: "Who gave you the courage to covet my people?"

God knows how much he wants to kill someone.

Not only did she want to cut off his tongue, she also wanted to dig out the pair of eyes that dared to look around, so that he would regret not being able to control himself.

The strong man was so frightened that he kept his mouth shut tightly, not daring to say a word. He made an indistinct plea for mercy: "Oh, I'm wrong, I'm really wrong..."

"Mr. Huo."

Ruan Xingchen placed his slightly cool palm on his big hand. He shook his head gently at him and said softly, "Don't dirty your hands for him."

As she spoke, she glared at the man in disgust.

Huo Yan paused slightly, then raised his foot and kicked the man directly in the mouth, saying harshly, "You're lucky. This will teach you a lesson."

As the man groaned in pain, the knife in his hand flashed and a stream of hot blood spurted out.

He simply chopped off one of the man's fingers.