Leng Hanche made a backhand, pinched the claws that attacked him directly in his hand, and then slowly increased the strength in his hand.

Bi Juan's sneak attack failed, and when he was secretly annoyed, he found the pain in his hands and wanted to beg for mercy, but when he looked up and saw Leng Hanche with squinting eyes and a disdainful expression, the stubbornness in Bi Juan's heart was aroused again.

Biwan said stubbornly in her heart: You work hard, you have the ability to crush it, and you will be responsible for crushing.

Only by repeating this sentence can Biwan feel better.

However, as Leng Hanche's strength continued to increase, cold sweat had already broken out on Biwan's forehead.

Even so, the stubborn Biwan still bit her lip and didn't say a word.

Leng Hanche was waiting for someone to automatically beg for mercy, but he didn't see any movement for a long time, so he opened his eyes lazily: "If you don't do it, you won't die." ”

Biwan opened her mouth wide, and was about to burst into rudeness, when she suddenly thought that it was the moody, bloody and brutal Shura King in front of her, and then calmed down her mood for a while, and said with a smile: "Lord Wang, just now I thought it was those sluts who made such a move, you are a large man, raise your noble hand, and let go of my innocent hand." ”

Innocent hands, this ability to open their eyes and tell nonsense, Biwan is pure and pure.

Leng Hanche didn't know Bi Wan's intentions: "If the strength is not good, forget it, I can't even tell the difference between good and bad, it's really the ultimate in waste." ”

"It's not that I can't tell the difference, it's that I can't tell it in time."

"The result is the same, the essence is the same."

"You...... Yes, yes, you're right, but please let go of my hand first, I know it's wrong. Saying that, Biwan looked at Leng Hanche pitifully.

Leng Hanche closed his eyes directly, but his hand was still pinching Biwan's arm.

Although this hand is a little thinner, there is no soft and glutinous feeling, but the hard touch makes Leng Hanche not resist.

Leng Hanche slowly reduced the strength of his hand, from the beginning to the death to the tight, from the tight to the pinch, and then to the grip......

Leng Hanche, who was immersed in the enjoyment of touch, did not notice this change in himself at all.

However, Bijuan, who only wants to escape from the clutches of the devil, is keenly aware of this change.

Biwan didn't move or hurry, like a quiet kitten, staring at the clutches on her arms.

Biwan saw the right time, "snapped ......", and directly knocked Leng Hanche's hand off.

Untouchable and cold, he opened his eyes coldly: "You are looking for death." ”

But at this time, Biwan had closed her eyes tightly and was lying there motionless.

Leng Hanche's face darkened, and he raised his hands and pinched Biwan's neck indifferently.

This damn waste, since you dare to beat yourself.

There has never been a woman who dares to touch herself, let alone beat herself.

"En......" Biwan snorted coldly, feeling that breathing began to be difficult.

Which great god has he offended, since he crossed over to this otherworldly continent, there has not been a day that he has not been hovering on the verge of death.

I endured it, begged for mercy, and worked hard, but, no matter what, Biwan felt like a fallen leaf in the stormy waves, up and down.

Resistance and persistence cannot change the status quo of being slaughtered by others.

In the face of this reality, Biwan, who was originally enthusiastic and full of hope, once again shed helpless tears.

Crossing over here, is it just to punish yourself?

This time, Biwan didn't resist, didn't struggle, and let the clutch on her throat squeeze tighter and tighter.

There was no expected struggle, no expected begging for mercy, no expected resistance, Leng Hanche looked at Biwan curiously.

Suddenly, Leng Hanche, who seemed to have discovered something, immediately retracted the hand that was pinching Biwan's neck......