Do you still want to stop me?"

Every time she spoke another word, the dissatisfaction in her voice grew.

The pressure on the people around him also increased. Some of them were obviously weak in resistance and fainted on the ground with a thud.

As for Lingping, he didn't know whether he was forced by the pressure radiating from her body or by her words. He was frightened and angry. He couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly stood up from the sofa, pulled out the ivory crutch outwards, and was already gone.

A slender and sharp Western-style long sword was pulled out from inside. The sword seemed to have a certain texture unique to life, and it was filled with bloodthirsty. It was instantly stabbed in front of Yang Jia.

"Pa..."

The air was almost cut in half by this sword light, and a greedy whisper emanated from the sword.

But Yang Jia faced the sword light and suddenly raised his right hand.

The black-gloved palm gently grasped the blade of the sword, and then slowly twisted it.

The sword groaned in pain, twisted violently, and seemed to be struggling desperately. However, Yang Jia, who was expressionless, twisted it 180 degrees. Finally, the sword tip faced the direction of Ling Ping, and it was straight.

pointed to his eyes.

"Yang Jia..."

Ling Ping was shocked and angry, and also noticed that Yang Jia was wearing black gloves on his hands.

He didn't know whether it was fear or anger in his eyes, blood was seeping out, and he suddenly roared with all his strength:

"Don't push me!"

"..."

At this moment, a strange light suddenly bloomed in the red eyes, and blood flowed from the corners of the eyes.

The whole room seemed to become depressing, and the chandelier on the ceiling began to swing slowly, with light and shadow swaying.

Xiao Xiao turned his head and saw a wine glass on the table, which was slowly cracking.

Immediately afterwards, a strange sense of distortion spread to the entire three-story building.

At this time, it was carnival time in the bar on the first floor. The loud music resounded throughout the venue. Some people raised their wine glasses and twisted their bodies. Some people shouted loudly along with the music. A plump orange cat jumped lightly on the table.

In the meantime, they were stealing salmon from the guests' plates, and three or four people were crowded into the narrow bathroom partition, their bodies tangled together like snakes.

But at this moment, everyone stopped.

Whether it's the figures on the dance floor, the bartender mixing drinks, or the men and women having a tense moment in the bathroom.

They seemed to have lost their minds for an instant. They raised their heads blankly and looked towards the ceiling in the direction of the third floor.

A strange red light appeared in the eyes at the same time, and some weird and delicate temperament was entangled together and gradually became more substantial. It seemed that there was already something terrible and weird in the intertwining of huge spiritual powers.

will be born in it.

"Forcing you?"

At the same time, Yang Jia looked at Ling Ping's eyes dripping with blood and suddenly smiled:

"Brother Lingping, you are not strong enough for me to force you."

"..."

The next moment, something seemed to be shaking slightly deep in her eyes.

In an instant, the surrounding air became violent. The huge turmoil spread out from the living room as the center. The windows and chandeliers on the entire third floor suddenly exploded at the same time. Huge glass particles sprayed into the surrounding streets like a fine sheet.

A colorful rainstorm followed, and immediately after, on the first floor of the bar, the wine glasses in everyone's hands and the bottles on the wine racks also exploded at the same time.

The sharp fragments instantly scratched the palms and cheeks of everyone standing around.

These eyes have become monstrous, and some kind of raging malice is about to emerge. At the same time, people are shaken to the ground by this huge force. The red light in the eyes begins to fade, and is replaced by a painful, clouded look.

The fear of shadows.

"you……"

Ling Ping suddenly closed his blood-red eyes, his expression was painful, and blood flowed from the end of his nose.

Yang Jia's voice seemed extremely calm at this time, and she said softly:

"I have always respected you, just because you were once the old president, and you are also my companions."

"But actually, after you betrayed the old president, we are no longer companions."

"The people behind me are my companions!"

"..."

As she spoke, she calmly glanced back at Xiao Xiao, who was hiding behind Yang Jia, and then he puffed up his chest in cooperation.

Yang Jia's voice suddenly became louder: "I speak truth, but my truth is only for my companions."

"I came here this time just to tell you not to have any ideas about him again."

"Otherwise, no matter the reason or who does it, I will come over and kill everyone here."
Chapter completed!