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Chapter Thirty-Seven

"Bu Lenshang, look here, if you don't stop, she will die."

Bu Lenshang was as fast as lightning, slitting a person's throat as fast as he could. Seeing Pan Jian being held hostage by Bei Sha, he sneered on his lips, "Bei Sha, is this the only thing you can do? Holding a woman hostage is nothing.

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"Bu Lenshang, as long as I can take your head, being mean doesn't matter! I advise you to surrender quickly, otherwise she will die."

Pan Jian felt a cold feeling on her neck, and knew that it was Bei Sha's weapon pointing at her aorta. If Bei Sha moved even slightly, she would die.

Shang also thought of this and slowed down his movements. In an instant, a man in black struck behind him with a knife. Shang dodged to the side. But he was too late and his shoulder was scratched.

When Jian saw this scene, tears unknowingly filled his eyes, blaming himself for being so useless. Last time, Shang and Shi almost died because of himself, and this time it was because of himself that Shang was in danger again.

territory.

If I could be a little stronger, a little stronger, then we wouldn't be in this situation now. If we could, if we could, Shang wouldn't be injured.

Pan Jian clenched his fists tightly, as if a force was about to burst out of his body. He used all his strength to shout at Shang who was fighting hard, "Quickly go!!!"

Bei Sha didn't seem to see her movements. One hand was placed on her neck, and the other was scratching across her aorta. Pan Jian felt a creepy feeling. He only heard Bei Sha next to her using a voice that everyone could hear.

The voice said to Shang, "Haha, she still cares about you very much.

Well, Shang has been living a leisurely life since he left Yanming Pavilion, but if you don't catch her now, this little girl will be in danger. Look, this delicate neck, as long as I move my hand, big juices will pour out of her neck.

Pile of blood, that feeling of death."

"Wait a minute -"

"What? A big conscience?" He laughed wildly.

"Let you look at the back." A magnetic voice that was both immortal and demonic sounded behind Bei Sha. By the time Bei Sha reacted, Pan Jian in his arms had disappeared, and then a scimitar was placed on his neck.

superior.

"Ji Shidian?!!! It's you again, you ruin my good deeds every time."

He looked at the owner of the knife along the blade in horror, because when the other person approached him just now, he didn't react at all. It only took a few seconds for the other person to take Pan Jian away from his arms and put the knife on his neck. Just ask Jianghu

Who among us has such speed?

Bei Sha was shocked for a while. He had known for a long time that Shang and Ji Shidian were separated, so he came to seek revenge from Bu Lenshang. But.

Didn't he suffer from poisonous poison?



Why does it appear here?

"Bei Sha, long time no see." Ji Shidian flipped up his long hair, and the sudden breeze made Bei Sha and the others suspect that they were dazzled. Ji Shidian ignored Bei Sha's reaction and gently stroked it with his slender hands.

Pan Jian's porcelain white neck was gently rubbed, lingering and confusing, "Xiao Jian, are you okay? Did he hurt you just now, huh?"

"Ji Shidian? I'm fine, it's just...o(╯□╰)o" She shrank her neck at the itching sensation on her neck, and her face turned red uncontrollably.
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