Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Harada Kozo hurriedly shouted stop, and led a group of men to rush over and hugged Keiko Lingyuan who was beaten until she vomited blood.

"Are you going to admit defeat? It's a foul."

Xing Jiage smiled half-heartedly and used Harada Kozo's words to block them.

"Go away! Trash!"

The cold air in Lingyuan Huizi's body seeped into her limbs and bones. Instead, the violent impact disappeared, and her stiff body returned to normal.

She just thought it was the sequelae of the injury, but she didn't have any suspicion. Instead, she aroused bloodthirsty ferocity.

Su Haitang, if you dare to beat me in public, I will cut you into pieces!

Zhu Keyi summoned Su Haitang, not avoiding Su Junyue and the others, but signaled the director to silence, and then whispered to her.

"Physical conflict is too graphic and can easily incite bad emotions. If it is used out of context, it will create unnecessary friction and have a bad impact on you."

"This fight is almost over. You can make peace with her. See, we can win back all this and divide it evenly."

Su Haitang looked at the sanctimonious people speechlessly.

She was fighting for her life, but they were making fun of her?

If I don't ask them to shed some blood, I really feel sorry for their leisurely intention to watch the excitement.

"I understand, just wait to collect the money."

Su Haitang stood next to Zhu Keyi in an instant and strode back to the middle of the field.

Vice Minister Zhu’s consideration is indeed necessary.

In any case, Lingyuan Huizi is a princess of a country and represents the face of neon. It is a bit unpleasant to be beaten in public like this in a foreign country.

She was satisfied with the fight, but it would inevitably cause some unnecessary conflicts. Neon doesn't say it openly, but will take revenge in disguised form in private, so why bother.

Just accept it as you see fit.

It would be best to give the Japanese melon a few more strands of cold spring water to make her infertile for life, or even paralyzed!

What's more, don't think she can't see it. The dead Japanese melon really planned to maim her just now, and he even didn't hesitate to "accidentally" kill her.

The disclaimer was just superficial. If someone was really going to die, Wagua's status as a princess would still give her an advantage.

Forget it, let's just decide like this, let the Japanese melon die for the time being and suffer the consequences, life is worse than death!

The two sides simply rested, and Su Haitang borrowed a rope on the spot, flicked it twice, and waited for Lingyuan Huizi to come over to play the second half.

It's not difficult to make a draw. Isn't it just a matter of tying up the opponent and going out of bounds together?

Su Haitang had a plan. Faced with Lingyuan Huizi's crazy attack, he resisted unhurriedly and kept a close distance to counterattack.

The cold weapon battle emphasizes the importance of one inch being long and one inch strong. The rope in Su Haitang's hand danced like a whip, whipping towards Lingyuan Huizi with the sound of wind, forcing her to retreat step by step!

"Well done! Teach this bitch a lesson! She's so cruel! Let's relieve her anger!"

"Come on! Beat her!"

The audience in the audience reached another climax and cheered for Su Haitang overwhelmingly!

"Holy shit! That's a gun! Am I blind! How can there be a gun?! No, Su Haitang, be careful!"

"Ah! Killed!"

Lingyuan Huizi suddenly took out a pistol, pointed the black muzzle at Su Haitang, and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

A gunshot sounded like a bang in everyone's ears, and everyone went crazy!

At such a close distance, no matter how bad your marksmanship is, you can definitely hit it!

Isn't Su Haitang dead? !

"stop!"

"Sister, be careful!"

"Pearl——"

Yan Fangqiong's cry was so loud that it split her lungs and was quickly lost in the noise.

"Auntie, wake up! My sister is okay. Look, my sister is okay."

Jian Ruyi was so frightened that she cried loudly, choking with sobs and calling her aunt who had fainted.

"Is everything okay? Mingzhu is okay? How is that possible? Don't lie to me." Yan Fangqiong woke up leisurely and smiled weakly.