Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

The little girl held a half-meter-long switchblade in her hand, the sharp blade glistened with a dazzling green light, and the scarlet blood dripped down from the tip of the blade.

She has a beautiful face, pure and flawless, like a little angel, holding a bloody machete in her hand.

The picture is eerie and horrifying, but also full of glamorous beauty.

A group of big men who plotted against the law stared blankly at the little girl in front of them, with horror in their eyes.

Their boss, Big Brother Huang Mao, had already been subdued and his body was nailed to the floor with steel knives. He was holding his breath in pain and did not dare to make a sound.

Whether it is life or death, it all depends on the little girl who was molested by them.

If they had known that this little girl was so powerful, they would have played with another woman.

Now it's really impossible to steal a chicken and lose a lot of rice, and it's hard to ride a tiger.

The younger brothers backed away in fear, shrinking back.

Wen Xiaorou stepped on Huang Mao's body and took a step forward.

Zip up...

The blood from Huangmao's knife soared into the air, and the blood floated into the air like a fountain, and then scattered in all directions.

With a wave of Wen Xiaorou's hand, all the scarlet blood drops were scattered, and none of them fell on her body.

Wielding a machete in her hand, she smiled at the younger brothers, "Brothers, I'm asking you something, are you still playing?"

"Don't not answer me, I hate it when people don't reply to my messages."

"If you don't reply to my message, people will be unhappy!"

"When people are unhappy, they want to kill people!"

The little girl's voice was soft and sweet, and she said the most ruthless words in a coquettish tone.

It made people even more terrified.

The younger brothers trembled and took a few steps back.

You look at me, I look at you, dare not say a word.

Suddenly, I don't know which two hundred and five evil pens, shouted loudly: "Scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

"The head can be broken, the blood can be shed, and the face can't be lost!"

"We must avenge Big Brother today!"

"Come on!"

These inspiring shouts instantly filled a group of hesitant men with chicken blood.

Several big men brandished machetes and slashed at the little girl.

Wen Xiaorou smiled slightly, her red lips parted and closed: "I don't know how to live or die!"

"Okay, I will fulfill you."

All six machetes struck at her body.

Wen Xiaorou soared into the air, a 360-degree backflip, and jumped out of the encirclement of the blade nimbly.

She was nimble and swift, like a whirlwind.

Before those little brothers could react, all the machetes in their hands had been taken away by the little girl.

Wen Xiaorou grabbed a man's arm and smashed him against the wall. The machete was aimed at the palm of his hand. The white knife went in and the red knife came out, nailing him to the wall.

Just as he was about to howl, the little girl glanced at him coldly, and the other party consciously closed his mouth tightly.

After nailing one, nail the next one.

In less than 3 minutes, a row of big men were neatly nailed to the wall of the corridor.

Spectacular, amazing!

After the matter was over, Wen Xiaorou clapped her hands easily, and said in a relaxed tone, "Phew, it's done."

"Hey, it's too simple, I haven't even played it, it's really boring."

Fu Yanyu who was standing beside the wall: He looked down at his scratched arm, his fair face twitched, and it was burning red.

He is a big man, but he is protected by a delicate and soft little girl!

This little girl is his future sister-in-law!

This sister-in-law has something more than something? !

This skill is invincible all over the empire, okay!

Wen Xiaorou walked towards Fu Yanyu with small steps.

Fu Yanyu retreated instinctively.

Wen Xiaorou: This little uncle, are you afraid of her? !

She raised her eyebrows at him, and said coolly: "Your sister-in-law has had enough fun, let's go."

Wen Xiaorou hummed happily, stepped on Huang Mao's back, and walked forward using him as a "human bridge".

Suddenly, a tall and straight figure rushed towards this side in a hurry.

Fu Hongyun took big strides, looked around coldly, and stopped beside Wen Xiaorou, her beautiful face was full of concern.

"Baby, what's going on here?"

"In the future, when you go to the bathroom, you must let your husband follow you!"

"Prevent accidents."

"My dear, did they hurt you?"

Wen Xiaorou's small face wrinkled, and she was extremely wronged: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo""

Fu Hongyun's face darkened: "The baby is suffering, and my husband will help you clean them up in a while."

He took her hand and helped her move forward.

The man's cruel black eyes glanced at the person who was trampled under his feet? The meat pad, and said to the little girl warmly: "Be careful under your feet, don't get caught on your feet."

Wen Xiaorou stepped on the "human bridge" and jumped to the ground: "Well, the human bridge is not flat."

Fu Hongyun: "I'll flatten him in a while."

Wen Xiaorou: "Thank you, husband."

The little girl stood firm, and Fu Hongyun tossed and turned, carefully examining her body.

No injuries, he was relieved.

Fu Hongyun hugged Wen Xiaorou's back with one hand, and picked up her leg with the other, and the princess hugged her in her arms.

"Hey, you go to the box to rest for a while, my husband still has something to do."

"The following picture is not suitable for baby Xiaorou to watch."

Wen Xiaorou lay obediently in his arms, her soft white hands wrapped around his neck: "Okay, baby Xiaorou won't look at it."

Fu Hongyun carried her back to the VIP box, and then turned back.

When he stood in this pool of blood again, the man's aura completely changed.

In front of the little girl, that kind of tenderness and consideration disappeared without a trace.

Instead, it was full of brutality and ferocity.

Fu Hongyun's posture was elegant, cold and noble, her slender fingers brushed up the cuffs, rolled them up to the elbows, and undid the two buttons on the neckline.

He opened his thin lips lightly: "Just now, who bullied my baby?"

One person was nailed to the ground, and six people were nailed to the wall, with tears streaming down their faces.

Damn, who the hell is bullying whom!

That little girl is so powerful, who can bully her!

A group of people lowered their heads, weeping silently.

Fu Hongyun moved her hands and feet, and the joints creaked.

"hiss--"

"not talking?"

"That's all bullying my baby."

Fu Hongyun's patience was exhausted, and her voice suddenly became two degrees higher, cold and vicious, as if it came from hell.

"Even my Fu Hongyun's woman dares to bully me!"

"The treasure I hold in the palm of my hand is what you bastards can imagine!!"

"I don't know what to do!"

He stepped on Huang Mao's back, held the handle of the knife, and with a puff, he pulled the machete out of his shoulder.

Immediately, blood gushed out.

The screams were endless.

Fu Hongyun pointed the knife point at Huang Mao's body, and her voice was cold to the bone: "Just now, where did my baby's feet hurt?"