"Get in," one of the men pointed Yan Murong behind him with a gun and signaled him to walk inside. What surprised Yan Murong was that he was speaking Chinese.
"I won't let me wash," Yan Murong said as she stepped back, "What if I'm going to put on my clothes first? I'm really not used to taking off naked in front of men."
"Get in," the man said again, this time, his fingers had slightly pulled the trigger.
"Hey-----You are really, okay, if you don't wear it, don't wear it," Yan Murong surrendered quickly. What a joke. He would rather pick up the soft sword and fight them to the death and die in the end, than be shot by someone with a bare butt. This is really -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yan Murong is not a tough guy, and he doesn't want to pretend to be a tough guy. If he can't beat him, he will run away. If he can't run away, he will surrender quickly and then find an opportunity to run again. The situation is stronger than that of a person. At this time, he is still pretending to be a tough guy. How low is the IQ?
"Sit down," the man pointed a gun at the sofa and signaled Yan Murong to sit over.
Yan Murong obediently did it, walking on the sofa, but his hand was already placed around his waist.
At this moment, Yan Murong moved, oh no, it was his hand. He untied the bath towel around his waist and threw it directly towards the man behind him. Then, he grabbed the pillow on the sofa and smashed it at his companion standing at the door. At the same time, while the man was blocking his vision by the bath towel, the person had already flashed to his side.
"Bang bang bang-----"
The gunshot recalled that several holes were made in the bath towel, and the bullet penetrated the bath towel and hit it directly on the sofa, making a "puff" sound.
The bath towel fell to the ground, Yan Murong had already turned behind him, and his palms turned into a knife, and he quickly chopped his neck.
"Chir-----"
Just as Yan Murong's palm was about to cut the man's neck, a subtle gunshot came, and the bullet shot into the man's head, and blood spurted Yan Murong's face, but at this moment he didn't care about wiping the blood on his face, rolled on the spot, and hid directly behind the sofa.
"Come out, it's me."
The little snake's voice came from the door, which made Yan Murong breathe a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to stand up from behind the sofa, he found that he was still naked and immediately squatted down again.
"Gee," Xiaoshe laughed, "Hide what you hide, come out, have played all the time, I'm still afraid to see,"
"I am very pure," Yan Murong said defensively.
"Please don't insult the purity," said the little snake with a smile. "Even if you practice for a few decades, these two words will have nothing to do with you. If you want to be pure, you can be reincarnated in the next life."
“-----”
Yan Murong was speechless for a while, but after thinking about it, he felt that Xiaoshe was right---of course, he still felt that he was very pure, but he thought that Xiaoshe was right in the previous words.
I've played all the time, are you still afraid to watch it?
Thinking of this, Yan Murong felt relieved, stood up from behind the sofa, and walked towards the little snake in one step.
"Oh, it's very mature," the little snake said teasingly, and his charming eyes swept through Yan Murong three times. The essence of the female pervert is fully revealed. This woman is originally the one who is not afraid of being cold.
Seeing the little snake's eyes and teasing words, Yan Murong felt unhappy immediately. Just as he was about to fight back, the door of the room was pushed open, and then Yang Duo appeared in front of him.