Before Luo Yan's words landed, he saw Ye Mo rushing towards Fu Chengyan like a bolt of lightning.

The two soon fought together.

Yemo's bastard is a violent maniac by nature, he is ruthless, and he absolutely can't control the severity of his attack.

Although Fu Chengyan has strength, he is still slightly inferior in front of Yemo.

"Yemo, you stop, you stop me, I'll die!" Luo Yan stepped on his high heels and staggered over.

She wanted to pull away the night ink, but now the night ink was completely red-eyed, and Luo Yan touched his waving arm and was thrown away by him.

Luo Yan's body fell heavily to the ground, and a long bloody mark was cut on his hand and knee on the slightly uneven asphalt road.

Yemo's punch was heavier than the other, and it seemed that if Fu Chengyan was not beaten half to death, he would not give up.

"Yemo, bastard, stop!" Luo Yan could only repeat one sentence anxiously.

She really didn't want to pull the innocent Fu Chengyan in, she really didn't want to......

Unable to care about anything anymore, Luo Yan's thin body rushed towards Fu Chengyan, covering his body, hugging his body tightly, but her small body couldn't cover him at all......

Yemo's fist, which was about to swing down, froze in midair.

His fist creaked as he clenched, but it didn't swing it down.

"Fu Chengyan, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry......"

Luo Yan looked at Fu Chengyan, whose face was covered with blood, and felt very guilty.

She really wants to be the one who takes these fists.

"Xiao Luo, I'm fine, you go away, don't let him hurt you." Fu Chengyan stretched out his hand to push him, but at this moment he was already dying, and he didn't even have the strength to push Luo Yan.

Ye Mo indifferently looked at the affectionate scenes in front of him, and the coldness in his eyes became more and more intense.

This damn woman, isn't she willing to give up if she doesn't piss him off to death?

"You get up for Lao Tzu!" Yemo grabbed Luo Yan's arm and dragged her over from Fu Chengyan,

Luo Yan's body fell into his arms.

Yemo's gaze inadvertently glanced at her wrists and knees, looking at the bright red blood marks that rubbed out, and her brows unconsciously twisted into furrows.

"You pig brains?" He scolded directly.

Didn't she know that when he was ruthless, he couldn't control his strength?

What else did she run up and pull him for?

Looking for death?

Luo Yanqi's body was trembling, but his lips opened and closed, but he couldn't say a word.

She bit her pale lip hard, and bit out the blood.

Seeing the injuries on her body, Yemo finally calmed down a little.

He turned his head and stared condescendingly at the man lying on the ground, covered in blood.

"If you want to live, roll as far as you want, don't let me see you again!" His fierce voice sounded like it came from hell.

Fu Chengyan didn't get angry but laughed: "If Xiao Luo doesn't leave you for a day, I won't leave for a day." ”

To put it mildly, the meaning of provocation is self-evident.

Yemo was enraged again, pushed away Luo Yan who was in his arms, and rushed forward again.

Luo Yan was in a hurry, followed the force of Yemo's push, pretended to faint, and fell heavily on the ground. ，

This loud noise stunned Yemo and Fu Chengyan.

"Luo Yan!"

"Xiao Luo!"

The voices of the two men rang out in unison.

Yemo himself didn't realize how nervous he was at the moment Luo Yan fell, and he couldn't help but shout.