A chill slowly rose, rushing through the tailbone and rushing into the forehead. Nehru wanted to go crazy, but really wanted to go crazy!

Ni Mei, are you so cruel? There are several walls of people, especially in F country, your height is slightly lower than the average (Xiao Hai: Is it really just a little lower? It seems that it is more appropriate to use "far worse". Nehru: Height is not enough to make up for weight! Xiao Hai Hug: OK, you are strong!), these subordinates are definitely above the altitude line, surrounded by so many people, how does this person set the position? Could it be that he also has his own radar scanning system?!

Beauty is a mistake! Nehru wants to roar! Sure enough, every stunning (both men and women) dares to go out without a bodyguard, is a thorny rose in his hands! If he had known this person as such a cruel person, no matter how beautiful the little beauty in front of him, he would definitely be able to imitate Liu Xiahui, who was in a chaotic place in ancient times, and would not look at that person.

At this time, Ray's face, which had originally caused Nehru's adrenal hormones to flood and the male hormones, no longer had any attraction. Now Nehru just wants to get farther away from this guy, as good as possible. But he dared not move. The dark life of the whole year made Nehru have a kind of predictor of danger that ordinary people could not meet. He could feel that if he moved, even if he moved for a moment, his life would be lost...

Nehru swore that this was definitely not because he was thinking too much, because cherishing his life can be said to be his greatest instinct. From Lei, he felt the greatest sense of crisis in his life. This feeling of heart being held in a fierce manner and all the hairs in his body blew up was something he had never experienced. Even when he was held by the enemy with a troll, he never felt that he was so close to death.

Cold sweat emerged from Nehru's forehead, nose, back, chest... and all the sweat glands reached. In just a few seconds, Nehru would be caught out of the water, and his whole body would be wet!

As the atmosphere in the air became more and more serious, Nehru felt that the pressure on him was getting bigger and bigger. If not, he had to do something, otherwise he would be finished today! Nehru's eyes rolled wildly, but the more urgent it was, the more Nehru felt his mind was blank. What should he do? What should he do?

Run away? Don't dare, because he doesn't want to die. Stay there? Stay there is also waiting for death! If you can't leave or stay, you will die. How could he trap himself in this place now?

But even so, Nehru didn't want to accept his fate. This ant would survive, let alone be confused? Don't give up, you will have a way, you will definitely have a way. Nehru kept making psychological hints to himself. But unfortunately, no matter how he hints, there will always be an idea in Nehru's heart, that is - accepting his fate!

No, you must not do this! Please help, ask that person for help! Such a person may only be able to compete with him like that person. Although he will pay a huge price once he asks for help, it is better than even giving up his life, right? Thinking of this, Nehru finally made up his mind and gritted his teeth at the tail face he put on his little hand.

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Compared with Nehru's expression that was similar to that of a truck, J's face looked much better. After all, compared with the position, J's initial warm hospitality (although the main guest was Jian'er), he suggested that the two of them leave first when they might encounter danger (although it was blocked by the little model, but this intention was not). Nehru also risked his life to stand up to protect the thunder when he wanted to extend his sinful claw to Thunder...

It can be said that J has done everything he can do, so even if you can see that Lei should be a "source of danger", J doesn't care too much. Instead, he directly put Lei on the image he could imagine from his profession. At the same time, a sense of obsession appeared in J's eyes. However, this obsession was different from Nehru's covetousness. In J's eyes, it was pure appreciation, just an appreciation of beautiful things. Although Lei did not like others to turn his eyes on him, he was not too disgusted with this clean look.

"This is the Lord of Hell, King of Underworld - Satan..." After a long time, a voice that looked like a murmur erupted from J's mouth. The sound was not high, but it became solidified by Rain Bo's murderous aura, and the quiet space was enough for everyone to hear it clearly.

Isn't that right? He is handsome and has no human feelings, but it is surrounded by evil spirits, especially those cold silver pupils. As long as he looks at it, it makes people feel a sense of chill that goes straight to the top of his head. The silver eyes that do not contain any feelings at all, only pure murderous intent, as if they do not have a trace of human feelings and should not exist in the world. Suddenly, everyone felt a sense of agreement with J's murmur. The man in front of him might be the incarnation of the man in the intercourse.

As soon as J said this, others were fine, but Nehru's face turned pale. The little resentful eyes fell on J through the walls of humans. Kiss. ​​Although this name is very appropriate, can we know it clearly? Why do we need it? When Nehru thought that he was the sickle in the hands of the Satan incarnation of the human world, Nehru couldn't help but feel upset. Dear, if you continue playing like this, you might even avoid the disaster this time and have to go to the hospital after going back. The reason is acute heart disease!

"Ka~" The sound of footsteps falling to the ground sounded, and everyone couldn't help but jump in their hearts and subconsciously looked in the direction where the footsteps came.

"Stop him!" Nehru screamed. The soldiers were raising troops for a thousand days. No matter what, even if they were to hold on, they had to hold on until their reinforcements rushed over.

"Stop!" The subordinates who stood at the outermost side looked at each other, and gritted their teeth and stepped forward to block Jian'er's way.

"Get out!" A word was spit out from the spit of thunder.

They wanted to get out, but the problem was that they couldn't get out! After exchanging a look, the two of them bit their teeth and instead of retreating, and raised their hands. The two huge fists attacked Lei's forehead with a terrifying fist wind. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!