After several months of training, she did learn some skills, otherwise Sun Ying would not have the confidence to think that she could definitely kill Ye Jian. She attacked again with a fatal fighting technique, attacking all of Ye Jian’s fragile positions such as the neck, eyes, and abdomen.

The second attack continued to fail, and the left arm was injured and the right arm was scratched.

The third attack still failed, and the calf scratched again, causing pain to almost unsteady. She was suspicious just now.

For the fourth attack, Ye Jian threw her over her shoulder and threw her down hard. Sun Ying, who was swung down, fell very hard this time, and she was stunned for a moment and didn't get up.

how so?

how so?

Didn’t the boss say that Ye Jian is just a military academy student who is useless and has no choice but to be fancy? Why did she fail again and again?

It hurts so much, her hands and feet are so painful. The wound must be very deep and a lot of blood must have shed. She felt that the sleeves and trouser legs formed into blood scabs, and the hardness was all made of her blood coagulated.

She shed so much blood, but she never hurt Ye Jian, a bitch, and never hit her... How could this happen?

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be because she was injured again and again, it should be because she knocked down the bitch again and again.

Rebellion, rebellion, all rebellion!

Sun Ying's head was blank, but the deepest insistence in her heart urged her to stand up again and again and kill Ye Jian quickly.

"I won't let you go, Ye Jian, I must kill you, I must kill you!" Sun Ying, who could not accept that he was injured again and again, groping on the ground with both hands, trying to find something that could hurt people.

Ye Jian heard the laughter, and the low and shallow voice came into his ears with the cold wind. The cold color suddenly rose and the coldness was bone-like. "It's rare that the idea is consistent. Just right, I never thought about letting you go."

Ye Jian did not give Sun Ying another chance to get up. She held Sun Ying's hands behind her back with a fierce look, and she pressed Sun Ying's knee to death with one knee, so that her lower body would no longer move.

Sun Ying, who was pressed to the ground with a cold and dirty face, even the ground with bloody smell, began to struggle wildly, "Let me go, bitch! Let me go! Let me go!"

This is a pork stall, so you can naturally smell the smell of blood. Sun Ying struggled so hard that the rough and uneven parts of her face were worn out.

"Let you go? Sun Ying, do you think you can leave alive tonight? Do you think you have passed tonight and can you continue to think about how to kill me tomorrow morning? Sun Ying, Sun Ying, do you think, will I let you live until tomorrow?"

The silver thread wrapped around his wrist once again wrapped around Sun Ying's arms, wrapping them around again. The more he struggled, the tighter the silver thread became. Even through his clothes, it was so tight that it felt like it would be strangled into the flesh.

What was tangling her arm? Why did the more you tie it, the tighter it became!

Also, what did she just say?

Say she can't live tonight?

Say she can't live tomorrow?

Ye Jian, bitch!

She dares!

She dares!
Chapter completed!