89. Chapter 89 Ye Jian who practices hands
It rained so heavily, and in the yellow lights of street lights, the girl in front of her still wanted to smooth her messy hair from time to time, which shows that she usually pays great attention to image.
Usually, there is a common problem for such people, that is, only saying that she is young, not old.
When they say that they are old, they are like stepping on landmines, and they explode as soon as they step on them!
Sure enough, the girl immediately distorted her expression when she heard this.
After the exquisite makeup was washed by the rain, her expression was distorted... Haha, she is really not a very young woman.
"Little girl, I'm looking for death!" The girl stepped on her long legs, and pulled the silver thread in her hand and directly put it on Ye Jian's neck... She wanted to solve a yellow-haired girl who laughed at her old age in the shortest and fastest time.
This is a girl who is used to killing people and has no guilt. Her indifference to human life can be seen from her twisted expression.
But I didn't know that the yellow-haired girl in her eyes was a hard thorn that could not be touched!
Ye Jian calmed down slightly, and his eyes lightly crossed the silver thread in the girl's hand that could be around her neck at any time. The moment she rushed over, she stepped forward and kicked her thigh hard.
With her big feet as the support point, the whole person stepped on the other party's legs and slammed into the girl's chin with a thin momentum.
After the light body rotates like a slutty swallow, it lands quickly.
As soon as he appeared, he hit the opponent hard. If Xia Jinyuan insisted on capturing Jason alive, he would really applaud.
The beautiful girl was hit by Ye Jian on the spot. The pain was like a broken bone, and there was even more Venus flashing in front of her.
"Damn it! I must kill you today!" The girl who knew she had underestimated her enemy covered her chin and spat out a mouthful of bloody sputum, looked at Ye Jian alertly, and took off her tight denim jacket.
Ye Jian is a master who is not afraid of threats. He was not afraid of his previous life, and he would not be afraid of his whole life.
Hearing this, his delicate lips curled up very lightly, "I think there is really no possibility that you can kill me. If you don't believe me, come and try it."
The words deliberately added a hint of provocation to them, and the tight gaze was locked on the silver thread in the other party's hand that occasionally flashed in the street light and a cold light flashed.
Her eyes were cold and cold. Ming Yan, who was stained with rain, had a fierce spirit that was not consistent with her age. It was the girl who was originally extremely confident when she was touching her eyes, but her heart trembled for no reason.
"If you can win, you don't have to give the other party the chance to rebuild your confidence!"
While Uncle Gen's words echoed in his mind, he had already seen it clearly and wrote down how the other party could flexibly pull Ye Jian in his hand. He was like a cheetah who had played for the first time, showing his sharp claws and attacking again.
Although it was the first battle, I had trained with top soldiers in the army.
Perhaps it was contaminated with the cruelty of the soldiers when fighting, and her clear eyes were also full of cruelty.
The best defense is offense. If you have confidence, you can win, and you must win even more beautifully!
Next to him, Xia Jinyuan, who had finished the fight, directly chopped the suspect out of his mind, and tied it up with his clothes, he looked at the cruel girl with interest, like a little cheetah, and beat his enemy to a disgrace.
The beautiful girl has gone from being arrogant at first to being embarrassed to fighting back in the end.
Chapter completed!