My Guardian Mr Bo

The sound of torn clothes sounded.

She sobbed and closed her eyes in despair.

And this scene was going on here, and the Xiang Suizi and Cao Muzi over there smiled coldly.

Cao Muzi's sight stared at Rong Bei for an instant.

The little attendant next to him is going to be **** by so many people. It is still a wheel. If Rong Bei's eyes are not blind, he will naturally see this scene, but if he is still blind, he doesn't know anyway, the woman has been gagged. , It's g.

Afterwards, she must have been timid. She wanted to have Rong Bei, but she was not worthy, so she? It seems even more unworthy, right?

Facing this scene, Xiang Suizi was finally satisfied. It was probably the most comfortable time for her for so many days.

She slowly held up the goblet containing the blood-red liquid, dipping and pecking gently.

Qin Shuangshuang was completely desperate.

How could Rong Bei know that she was dragged here and humiliated by others! How could he know! But after being humiliated, she probably no longer has a face to appear in front of him!

Xiang Suizi over there was so relieved that for the sake of her condition, if Rong Bei hadn't been blind, he would have watched the woman who liked him get fucked.

A man like Rong Bei, even if he sacrifices a few women when doing big things, it should be normal, right?

Maybe Rong Bei wouldn't care about her at all.

Of course--! ! !

Just when the woman was about to be humiliated, Xiang Suizi only felt that something flashed in front of her eyes. In the next second, she saw a saucer split open the head of a man who was pressing on the woman.

The atmosphere in the air instantly froze, everyone's eyes widened, looking at the man in the middle whose forehead was split in half by a saucer...

The blood slowly flowed down his face, slid through the eyes that couldn't be squinted at death.

what does this mean?

But Qin Shuangshuang, who was full of despair, didn't notice these things at all, closed his eyes tightly, tears streaming down his face.

Xiang Suizi and Cao Muzi stared at Rong Bei for an instant.

This is not over at all.

There was a cigarette between Rong Bei's thin lips, but his hand grabbed the goblet in Xiang Suizi's hand and slammed it at the corner of the table, leaving a jagged edge of the cup in an instant.

He got up and walked in that direction.

It was dark there, and Rong Bei's slender and tall body walked towards it without hesitation.

The straight black back was like Shura climbing up from hell. The bodyguards watched him coming with a brutal and cold aura, and they didn't feel back.

Rong Bei casually grabbed someone who wanted to take a shot, and directly grabbed his collar to the area in front of him, and the broken goblet instantly pierced his abdomen.

The man's eyes widened, blood gushing from the corners of his lips.

Rong Bei threw aside disgustedly, with a cigarette in his mouth, and slightly curled his eyebrows. When two people were afraid and desperately would rush up, he kicked the wall and then picked up the chair next to the table. , Slammed his head severely with a shake of his hand.

What is violence and what is aesthetics.

Rong Bei's tactics were brutal, yet crisp and clean, and blood was splashed on his face, but he seemed to be unable to feel that, killing bloody.

His technique perfectly explained what is violent aesthetics!

Cao Muzi opened his eyes more than once and wanted to rush up--