Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 2: Move her? die!

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Dead fish?

Ye Qing stopped pooh.

Just as Yu Chiya pulled her robe on her hand.

Ye Qingluo suddenly turned over, stood up from the table staggering, and kicked Captain Chi Ya's chest.

With this kick, she exhausted all the strength of her body.

Yu Chiya didn't even want to spend the night and still have the strength to fight back. He was kicked and flew out, hitting the wall heavily.

A mouthful of blood came out.

Ye Qingluo is not much better, his body is still stiff and numb, unable to control his limbs freely, every time he moves, it involves the internal organs, and there is a throbbing sensation.

She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth hard, endured the pain, and fastened her white robe.

The extremely painful heart suddenly became hot, and a warm current spread in an instant.

It was only a moment, and what followed was an overwhelming sense of pain that eroded her.

Ye Qingluo groaned in pain, his knees softened, he knelt on the round table, his stiff arms covered his heart and held it tightly.

Mom! What the **** is going on!

What the **** is this broken body? The weak one just needs one finger to fall down easily!

Sure enough, she is a veritable No. 7 Miss Yejia waste material, a natural waste.

But... now she is the head of her dignified 21st century hermit family, replacing this body!

Even if she is a waste body, she can turn things around!

"Little bitch! How dare you beat my master!" Yu Chiya rolled on the ground, vomiting blood on his chest.

Hey, Yu Chiya is not dead yet?

Ye Qingluo squinted her eyes, with painful sweat dripping down her forehead, sticking to her curly eyelashes.

If it were placed in the 21st century, her kick would definitely kill Yu Chiya.

"Suppress her for me! Cough cough...you bunch of rice buckets! Squeeze her down for me!" Yu Chiya roared furiously, and every roar was accompanied by a rapid cough, "Xiao Jian People, this young master has a hundred ways to make you live and die! Cough cough cough..."

Four followers crossed their eyes, and at the same time, from four directions, outflank Ye Qinglu.

Just now, when Ye Qing fell off the kick of Fei Wei Chi Ya's foot, the four followers looked in their eyes. They were approaching at this time, and they were also a little tentative, step by step, slowly approaching.

Ye Qingluo raised his numb arm, wiped away his sweaty eyes, and looked at the four approaching people vigilantly.

These four people, said to be entourage, are actually Yu Chiya's personal guards, each of them is as tall as a horse, a full head taller than her.

"A small waste of the night family, really considers himself an incomparable young master? Dare to disobey the young master! Still thinking about the Prince's Royal Highness to save you?"

Seeing Ye Qingluo kneeling halfway on the round table, Yu Chiya didn't have the slightest expression of fear on his face. He immediately stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on her face, staring at her gritted teeth and roared: "Don't dream! His Royal Highness simply can't bear it. You!"

Ye Qing's eyes were sharp and directed at Yu Chiya, saying every word: "Let me go, otherwise, you all will die!"

"Hahaha...The little trash from Yejia said let us die, haha...cough cough...ha..." Yu Chiya coughed and laughed, his mouth full of blood.

"A **** that has been dug out of Xuanxinyu, what is the power to make this young master die?" Yu Chiya raised his hand and became hostile. "This young master will let you see if you are dead today, or is this young master? Die!"

As soon as his words fell, he followed the gentle pace and jumped into the air, leaping towards Ye Qingluo...