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

The whip fluttered like a poisonous snake, spitting out a vicious letter, and lashed at the girl's face.

The moment the whip touched the girl's cheek, a big hand firmly grasped the end of the whip.

Fu Hongyun held the whip tightly with one hand, and blood vessels protruded from the cold white and thin skin, winding all the way to his arm.

The man's eyes were scarlet, and the dark eyes were full of anger, like an angry beast.

When the patrolman saw that this unremarkable little Luoluo dared to resist, he was far more surprised than frightened.

He was about to turn his head to look at the man, but with a crackling sound, the patrolman's body twitched and hit the ground heavily.

Fu Hongyun's powerful palm released the patrolman's neck, and the patrolman fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

The man turned around, looked at the girl beside him, carefully scrutinized the girl's fair and tender face, her scarlet eyes were full of concern.

His voice was hoarse and low: "Baby, are you okay?"

Wen Xiaorou smiled slightly at the man, her tone was full of dependence: "Husband, don't worry, I'm fine."

"With my husband here, no one can hurt me."

The crimson in Fu Hongyun's eyes gradually dissipated, her eyes became clear again, and she smiled brightly at the girl.

He swiftly opened the door where the supernatural being was detained, and dragged the patrolman who fell on the ground inside.

Entering the door, the two of them were shocked by the scene in front of them!

A human-sized glass storage cabinet was placed in the house, and a supernatural person was imprisoned in the glass storage cabinet.

Her body stood upright in the cabinet, her limbs were pierced by steel nails, and she was firmly nailed to the cabinet.

The body of the supernatural being was covered with scars, there was no good skin all over his body, and the new wounds were still bleeding out.

If it weren't for the long hair of the supernatural person, it would be impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Her messy hair was already stained with blood, and the blood coagulated in the hair, covering the woman's face, covering the woman's face.

Wen Xiaorou's gaze was fixed on the female supernatural being.

That woman's body shape and height are almost the same as her little six sister!

Wen Xiaorou ran towards the female superhuman, with a slightly flustered tone: "Sister Xiaoliu?!"

"is it you?"

"Sister Liu?!"

The woman's hair completely covered her face, Wen Xiaorou couldn't see her face clearly.

The little girl gathered her mana in her palm, and with the power of thunder, slammed down on the glass storage cabinet.

A protective barrier was condensed around the glass storage cabinet. After a huge tremor, the barrier and the cabinet were still intact.

In front of this junction without the slightest gap, the water lion has nothing to do.

Wen Xiaorou slapped several palms again and again.

Nai He still didn't break through the barrier.

If she was at the peak of her mana, she could pierce this protective barrier with one finger.

But now she has already had her fairy bones pulled out.

No fairy bone can do nothing.

A fairy whose bones are pulled out is like a mortal whose tendons have been broken.

Even if she is wealthy and talented, it will be difficult for her to return to her heyday.

This barrier built by high-grade supernatural beings became the first step to prevent her from finding Little Sixth Sister.

The successive slaps were about to exhaust the girl's physical strength, she was a little swaying, her feet were staggering, and she stubbornly wanted to hit another slap.

Fu Hongyun put her arm around the girl and pulled her into her arms, her voice full of distress: "Baby, don't worry!"

"If you continue like this, you will die!"

Wen Xiaorou leaned against the man's arms, her originally ruddy face was pale, and the cherry pink on her lips disappeared.

It looked like a china doll that would break when touched.

Fu Hongyun held the girl in his arms, gently stroked the girl's hair with her slender fingers, and kissed the girl's forehead distressedly.

He comforted the girl patiently: "Roubao, don't worry!"

"The superhuman has been imprisoned here for a long time, presumably Wen Chunyang will not kill her right away."

"Roubao, trust me, I will help you rescue Little Sixth Sister!"

Fu Hongyun's voice is gentle and deep, which makes people want to rely on it very much.

Wen Xiaorou leaned into his arms and nodded.

Suddenly, Wen Xiaorou smelled a strong aura of supernatural powers, not from the imprisoned supernatural beings, but from outside the door.

The breath is getting closer and stronger.

Wen Xiaorou said alertly: "Someone is coming!"

Looking around, there is a dark compartment in the corner of the house. It is pitch black, and I don't know what is inside.

Without thinking too much, Fu Hongyun walked into the cubicle holding Wen Xiaorou.

The cubicle was pitch black, Fu Hongyun kissed the girl's forehead: "Roubao is not afraid, I am here."

He walked out of the compartment and dragged the unconscious patrolman into the house.

The compartment was closed, and there was only endless gloom inside, and a warm orange-red light radiated from the little white shoes under the girl's feet.

Fu Hongyun held the girl in his arms and looked out through the small hole in the door.

With the ticking sound of the combination lock, a tall and slender man walked into the prison.

He was dressed in cool black clothes, with a mask on his face, only revealing a beautiful petal lip.

A patrolman followed behind the masked man. He went straight to the glass storage cabinet where the supernatural woman was imprisoned, stood in front of her, and looked at it carefully.

The masked man's eyes were fierce and vicious. He looked at the blood continuously flowing out of the supernatural woman's body, and his eyes sparkled with bloodthirsty desire.

He slightly opened his lips, and asked the patrolman behind him indifferently: "I heard that the camera at the entrance is broken today?"

The patrolman looked serious, and replied cautiously: "Young master, it may be just a circuit failure. The camera flickered for a while, but it is not broken."

The masked man tightened his expression, his eyes were gloomy: "Really?!"

The patrolman's face became tense with the naked eye, and he immediately replied: "Young master, there is an enchantment you have set up on this entire mountain, and the entrance at the bottom of the mountain is hidden and complicated, and ordinary people cannot break in!"

The masked man's eyes were deep, and there was a ripple in his eyes: "Then what if the other party is not an ordinary person!"

Hearing the sound, the patrolman trembled, and immediately added: "How is it possible, besides you, young master, who else in this world can have more powerful mana than you."

While speaking, he secretly observed the young master's expression.

However, the man wore a mask on his face, only his eyes and mouth were exposed, and there were countless unexplainable pain hidden in those eyes, vicious as a snake and a scorpion.

The patrolman only took one look, then avoided the terrifying look.

He didn't dare to delve into the thousands of emotions contained in it.

Unexpectedly, the masked man turned around and stared into his eyes.

Patrolman: ...

"The young master's mana is so powerful that it is hundreds of times stronger than the supernatural beings imprisoned here. How can anyone be more powerful than you? Impossible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the masked man coughed and vomited out a large puddle of blood. The white floor was stained with blood, and the air lingered with a pungent bloody smell.

Patrolman: The masked man spit out a big mouthful of black blood with a bah sound, staring at the patroller with cold, snake-like eyes.

"You said, like me coughing up blood from time to time and getting injured back and forth, is it very strong?"