Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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"You lunatic!"

An An thought of getting up, but she was getting softer.

At this time, Delia pressed a button, and the LCD screen on Lu Yan's side lit up.

On the other side, Lu Yan lifted his brown eyelids and looked at the LCD screen. Dillia laughed on the screen. "Blood Eagle, I haven't seen you for a long time. I have been looking for you for the past three years. Here's your door, today is your death! "

Lu Yan glanced at Delia lightly, then his eyes stayed on the small face of An Anpa, and he could no longer move.

His eyes were deep and heavy. "Are you okay?"

With four eyes facing each other, despite the LCD screen, An An had already seen her reflection in his brown pupil. She lifted her red lips and returned three words, "Good."

Lu Yan provoked the sword's eyebrows of British spirit, soft ripples rippling in the narrow brows.

"Okay blood eagle, don't flirt-love, these thirty Japanese samurai are for you, I will pass this level before I say."

Lu Yan looked at Delia, "Have you hit her?"

The palm print on An An's face was very clear, and he could see it at a glance.

"Yes, what?" Dilla arrogantly said.

Lu Yan slowly lifted his thin lips, then raised his hand and took off the peak cap on his head and left it aside. He casually rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt. "You wait for me, I will finish cooking these people. Come and clean up you. "

With that said, his tall and strong body rushed into the blade of lightsaber with lightning speed.

An An raised his whole heart. The Japanese warrior on the other side of the LCD screen was fighting in a team battle. Lu Yan was alone. The bright mirrors all around.

He was very skillful in these people, like an elegant and calm cheetah, like a fierce king of beasts, and he had red eyes, and slowly made those Japanese warriors afraid and timid.

Pang Pai was turbulent in An An's heart, and she thought that every girl had a hero in her heart and a kind of heroic feeling. For her, Lu Yan was her hero.

He is about to win.

He will win.

Delia's face slowly turned dark, and the blood eagle was indeed well-deserved, and it was invincible.

In this way, these Japanese samurai quickly lost.

"Blood Eagle," Delia suddenly reached out and drew An An into his arms. "I'm bored here, otherwise I'll have some fun with An An."

When Lu Yan thought, he lifted his eyes and looked at the LCD screen.

"Ayan, be careful!" An An yelled to remind.

The sword in a samurai's hand has been cut to Lu Yan.

Lu Yan avoided it, and the sharp blade avoided his key, but pulled a deep blood mark on his back.

The black shirt was torn, and the blood stains faintly saw the bright red meat and sensible white bones inside.

"Ayan, close your eyes, don't think about anything, don't look at anything, I'll wait for you."

Listening to An An's soft voice, Lu Yan quickly raised his eyebrows, and with his hands a few knife-and-cloud movements, all the Japanese warriors fell down.

The bright red blood meandered on the floor, Lu Yan supported the knife with one hand, and his left leg fell on the floor.

The man's sturdy chest was undulating up and down, and the fine sweat of his forehead flowed down his strong muscles like a wall. He slowly raised his brown eyes and looked at the LCD screen. The man's eyes were stained with bloodthirsty killings. , And the fierceness of Morigu.