Sakura on the island is not uncommon, who understands her love.

Because she knows very well that no one can understand her love.

Before being forced by Li Nannan, Sakura Ueshima thought she was very happy.

Just like most of Toyo's wives who think they are very happy, they stay at home every day and devote themselves to taking care of the men who go out to struggle, so that they can feel the warmth of home and her watery tenderness.

At that time, no one would tell Sakura Ueshima that it wasn't love.

That's just—alive.

Live like all the women who have been consciously happy for thousands of years.

She would be worried about her husband's late return and call to ask what was wrong.

She would be concerned about whether her husband was wearing thick clothes because of the cold weather.

She will also change her husband's appetite in recent days to improve his diet.

But after she was definitely not forced by Li Nannan, she missed the taste of being whipped, and the irritability and emptiness that kept her awake at night.

Zhang Ailing once said that women are completely conquered by men through - in this regard, Ueshima Sakura has deep feelings.

A woman will only fall in love with a man if she is completely conquered by him.

and thought about it for a long time, and then did crazy things that I never dared to think about before in order to see him and stay by his side for a long time.

That's love.

The love of cherry blossoms on Ueshima.

Especially in order to find a love that makes her feel good as a woman, she was kidnapped by a drug lord and forced to be his woman, and when she was devastated every day, she longed for her love more and more, and the real man in her life could suddenly appear.

For this reason, she prayed to the heavens every night.

Nian was too persistent in love, and Cangtian fulfilled her wishes, so she met Li Nannan in the Golden Triangle.

There are no words to describe how happy Sakura Ueshima felt when she finally threw herself into the embrace she longed for.

Like, there has never been anyone who can understand her love.

Her love, with the bad news of Li Nannan, died.

Just when Gala and the others thought that she would collapse, and the leaders of the organization who were shocked were about to move again, and he was about to start thinking about the way back, and sent someone back to the southern area of the Golden Triangle first to find out the exact situation over there, Sakura Uejima, who had not eaten, drank, slept or spoken for two days, stood up.

More than seven months have passed.

Not only did Gara's worst fears not materialize, but Uejima Sakura's position as the boss of the Oriental drug industry became more secure.

Love is dead, and the sky falls on a woman, if it does not collapse, then she will become stronger.

Also, even more terrifying!

The terrible Sakura Uejima, holding the broken knife tightly with both hands, let the sweat drip from her chin, but the indifferent appearance of not moving, made Gala suddenly have a strong urge to turn around and run away, as if he was a little late, his head would fly up with the cold light of the broken knife flashing.

This inner fear made Gala, who turned around and walked out of the field quickly, only to feel that her vest was soaked.

"Thankfully, I didn't question her leadership and leave her when she needed help the most."

Gala walked briskly back to the door, raised her hand to wipe her sweat, and gestured again.

In the past, whenever Sakura on the island and the coach finished practicing the knife, Gala would make a gesture, and then four little brothers would run in from outside the door, with the fastest speed, in the middle of the field, with a one-person high iron fence, with her as the center, put out a "fighting field" of more than ten square meters.

An iron cage containing a vicious dog, or a vicious wolf, is carried to the iron fence and opens the door to the arena.

The beast that had been hungry for several days inside would roar with excitement when it saw a woman who was bright and white, and its eyes were green.

Today.

With the movement of Gala's hand, the four little brothers appeared again.

However, instead of carrying an iron cage, they grabbed a man with a black hood on his head.

The man was not tall in stature, but he was very strong.

He seemed to smell something different, and after being pushed in, he began to struggle.

It's just that his hands are tied behind his back, his feet are still chained in shackles, and the four younger brothers are not eating dry food, so of course he will not be allowed to break free.

Sakura Ueshima, who was carrying a broken knife on her shoulder, finally slowly raised her head and looked at the man.

Koyama Jiro's voice slowly sounded in time: "This person is one of the eighteenth generation disciples of the Broken Sword Stream, a scum who relies on the martial arts taught by the master and does evil outside. ”

Uejima Sakura's sexy red lips moved slightly, but she didn't speak.

She didn't have to ask to know what Jiro Koyama meant.

After Jiro Koyama took over her training, he always focused on cultivating her brutal temperament.

In the past, she killed sheep, dogs, and wolves.

Now, she's finally starting to kill.

When people slaughter dogs, sheep and wolves, they will not have much psychological burden.

After all, those are lower animals, not to mention that they are born to be killed, but humans, who claim to be the spirits of all things, do stand at the top of the food chain when hunting them.

But what if it is replaced by killing-the same kind?

No matter how guilty this person is, when Sakura Ueshima kills him, can she still maintain the peace of mind when she slaughtered dogs and sheep?

Of course not.

This is the strength of Jiro Koyama, and he knows very well that only by letting Sakura Ueshima kill people can he cultivate what he wants to see and what she needs.

Uejima Sakura also killed people more than half a year ago.

It was an undercover agent.

But at that time, when she killed the undercover agent, she had the mentality of not wanting Li Nannan.

What's more, the undercover agent was tied with his hands tied and kneeling on the ground to be slaughtered.

She just gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, and slashed hard.

Not so now.

Jiro Koyama had the black cloth bag off the scum's head, untied the rope for him, shackled him, and gave him a knife.

"Of the two of you, only one of you will leave alive."

Jiro Koyama picked his toes, a sharp broken knife, and when he flew towards the scum, he said coldly: "No matter how you kill each other, I will not interfere." Do you understand everything? ”

"And this kind of good thing?"

The man who was taken off the black cloth bag, after raising his hand to catch the broken knife, suddenly played with a knife flower, and his eyes were slanted with anger, swept past Jiro Koyama's face, and fell on the face of Sakura Uejima.

After seeing the delicate face of Sakura Ueshima, the scum was obviously stunned.

After he was captured alive by Jiro Koyama for his many evils, he had no intention of surviving.

But now the old boy has given him a chance to live, as long as he can kill the person who is going to kill him, he can leave safely.

Koyama Jiro will never care about him, and no matter what evil he does from now on, Broken Knife will no longer care, and the police who represent justice will punish him.

When Koyama Jiro said this, he was wearing a black hood, and he couldn't see who was going to duel him.

But he could guess that this person should be very powerful.

The old boy was sure that he could be killed by his opponent, so he said this.

The scum is nervous.

More than that, but it's exciting.

Just because after he was caught, he was sure that he was dead.

And the method of cleaning the portal according to the broken knife flow is still quite cruel, which will make him regret it before he dies, why do he have to come to the world to go through it?

Just when the scum was completely desperate and struggling only because of fear, Jiro Koyama gave him a chance to be reborn.

This made him ecstatic.

Don't forget, after he was caught, he was killed, either tortured to death or simply killed.

Now that there is a chance to continue to live, can the scum not fight for a chance to live?

Just kill this person who is fighting against me, and I will live.

Who are you?

The scum pretended to laugh lightly, and when he looked at Sakura Uejima, who was about to fight him, he suddenly began to suspect that he was dreaming.

Otherwise, Jiro Koyama's brain is in water.

Otherwise, how could this old boy let such a clever girl fight him to the death?

Look, how white her skin is.

Her figure, how enchanting.

Her face was so that a man could not help but throw her to the ground and whip her fiercely.

The old boy actually wants such an introverted woman to duel with me?

Ha, haha!

The old boy thinks, am I reluctant to do anything to this kind of beauty?

Nima's, you couldn't be more wrong.

Do you know that Lao Tzu has spoiled the women over the years, and the first-grade elementary school students can't calculate it?

Every time you spoil them, you just treat them as playthings, and you never know how to cherish the fragrance and pity of bullshit?

Ha, haha.

Looking at Sakura Ueshima's face, although there was no expression, but there was flattering at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, if he wasn't afraid that the old boy would think he was too arrogant, he would change his mind and do it himself, the scum would definitely hold his stomach and laugh wildly, and then point a knife at the woman: "Come, grandpa, I'll play with you with one hand." If you kill me, I will have no complaints. If you are defeated, I will not kill you. I just want you to serve me well in front of the old boy for once. How is it, grandpa, I'm generous, right? ”

"Inusheng, you still don't do it, are you afraid?"

Koyama Jiro saw that the scum Inu was just staring at the cherry blossoms on the island in a daze, but he didn't move, and asked lightly.

"I—I'm going to be afraid of her?"

Only then did the dog come to his senses and sneered: "Ha." Are you sure, old boy, that you want this to fight me? ”

"What I've said is never a fart."

Jiro Koyama clasped his hands in front of his chest: "It's her who fights you." I, and no one else, am allowed to meddle in it. You win her, go straight to yours. ”

He looked at Gala as he said the last sentence.

Gala's right hand, resting on the handle of the gun at her waist.

He didn't have any confidence in whether Sakura Uejima would be able to kill Inuyu.

Although these days, he has been training with Sakura Ueshima every day, and he will also be a sparring partner when necessary, knowing her fighting kung fu can be described as a thousand miles a day.

But Gala knows very well that training is training after all, and it can never compare to the ever-changing actual combat.

Like, no matter how terrible the wolf is, it is not as good as a human.

As the cherry blossoms on Ueshima change every day, Gala's belief in her is also increasing little by little, and she is finally willing to collapse and worship her as the boss.

The loyal little brother will never sit idly by and watch the boss go into danger alone.

Gala grabbed the handle of the gun with her right hand, just to prevent the situation on the field from going wrong, and she would immediately shoot and kill the dog alive.

As for Jiro Koyama's statement that no one was allowed to interfere in this matchup, Gala said that he didn't have to comply.

However, when Jiro Koyama's seemingly insipid gaze swept away from Gala's hand, he had the illusion that he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

As if he dared to hold the handle of the gun any longer, the viper would suddenly pounce on him and bite him by the throat.

This kind of crisis from the heart made Gala subconsciously let go of her hand.

Swallowing nervously, he looked at the cherry blossoms on Uejima.

Ueshima Sakura is still calm.

Holding the back of the hand with the broken knife on his right shoulder, the green tendons collapsed.

Her pupils were also dilating and contracting irregularly.

This proves that beneath her calm surface, there is quite a tension.

And, fear.