Quick Transmigration: Days and Nights Targeted by Big Bosses

Xiao Tong shook his head, pulled back his wrist, and deliberately shook the red wrist in front of Da Zhuang's eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm born with brute force, and it hurts to scratch you."

Seeing the obvious red circle on Bai Shengsheng's wrist, Da Zhuang said to Xiaotong apologetically.

Xiao Tong smiled nonchalantly, waved to Da Zhuang, and led him inside.

The grass and trees in the courtyard were verdant, the sunlight penetrated through the leaves, and spots of light fell on the two of them.

Da Zhuang looked at Xiaotong with hatred, and said, "Are you still looking for Wen Lian now?"

The little boy nodded without any hesitation.

"Why don't you speak?" Da Zhuang walked up to the little boy in three steps and two steps, pinched the little boy's chin, and forced the little boy to open his mouth.

Xiao Tong wanted to push away Da Zhuang's hand, but his strength was no match for Da Zhuang.

Da Zhuang finally forced him to open his mouth.

The boy's tongue was gone, and his open mouth seemed empty.

Looking at the almost severed tongue, Da Zhuang let go of his hand and stared at him: "You are like this, and you still look at Wen Lian? He is a lunatic. Have you become a lunatic after staying with him for a long time?" ?”

Xiao Tong made a gesture, afraid that Da Zhuang would not understand, so his hand speed was very slow.

Da Zhuang watched the little boy's movements carefully, and said, "You said you did it yourself?"

Xiaotong nodded calmly, as if what he cut off was not his tongue, but a strand of hair.

"Okay, you and Wen Lian are willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, I won't say anything." Da Zhuang said with a cold face, "But I want to tell Shaoxia about that. You tell me carefully and clearly, Wen Lian can't say anything to him." ..."

"If you have any questions, you can just ask me directly, why ask a person who has lost his tongue." Wen Lian's faint voice sounded behind Da Zhuang.If he hadn't spoken, Da Zhuang and Xiao Tong would not have even noticed Wen Lian's arrival.

When Da Zhuang heard Wen Lian's voice, his hairs began to count down. Even if the other party smiled, he would feel horrified.

Xiao Tong pulled Da Zhuang behind him, looked at Wen Lian with a smile, and silently called out: Young Master.

Facing Xiaotong's expression, Wen Lian remained indifferent, and said, "Da Zhuang, tell me, what else do you want to know? You might as well just ask."

"You have no feelings for Shaoxia! You just want to use him to practice!" Da Zhuang pulled Xiaotong behind him, "As long as I have breath, I will tell Shaoxia about this!"

Wen Lian looked at the throbbing veins on Da Zhuang's forehead with great interest, and said, "It seems that I have to let you die?"

Seeing that the aura around Wen Lian's body was getting colder and colder, Xiao Tong kicked Da Zhuang's ass.

In the end, Da Zhuang was too strong, and the little boy didn't kick Da Zhuang at all, but staggered himself.

"What are you kicking me for?" Da Zhuang turned to look at Xiao Tong wonderingly.

This time, the little boy kicked Da Zhuang's rouge, and finally kicked Da Zhuang to the ground.