Strongest Guard

The French are full of romance in their toenails and dandruff.    

Standing on the street, you could see men and women kissing and slapping everywhere.    

This is why the French epidemic is so high.    

However, when it came to red fruit, other than the Great Eastern Ocean, even the America, which prided itself as the number one in the entire universe, would have to admit defeat.    

Every tree here, every drop of water, every breath of air, contained large amounts of hormone particles.    

If the statue was to come to life and take a whiff, it would be 12 o'clock already. Let alone the people who have lived on this land ever since they were young.    

Therefore, when Shangdao Yinghua, wearing a soft, white bathrobe, sitting on a white rattan chair and wearing large sunglasses, looked towards the end of the sea, it wasn't unusual for impure thoughts to surface in her mind.    

Unfortunately, it was a pity that she and Scumbag Lee hadn't tried to resist the smell of the beach and that guy was already immortal.    

Beautiful Young Woman, who was sitting alone in the empty space, could only visualize the scenes going on in her mind.    

Shangdao Yinghua thought that if he could make it out alive in front of her at this moment, she would learn to be like the female owner of a domestically made porno film, learning how to encounter a dangerous ostrich.    

What happens to the ostrich when it encounters danger?    

All it does is put its head in the sand and stick its ass up high.    

Scumbag Lee was not interested in the ostrich that had its head buried in the sand yet had its butt stuck out high.    

Impressive! A kick was sent over.    

Or he might as well stab it with his knife and eat roasted bird meat at night.    

But what if Shangdao Yinghua was like this?    

Without clothes-- Would Scumbag Lee still kick him, or just stab him?    

Never.    

He'll just — shoot.    

Thinking of the scene inside the porno film, Shangdao Yinghua whose body had already been fully developed, couldn't help but gently bite her lips as she extended her right hand under the bathrobe.    

Actually, even if she were to openly reach her hand in, and obtain some satisfaction from some actions that she hadn't tasted for a long time, no one would be able to discover it.    

Gala and the rest, who were responsible for protecting her, were at least 200 meters away from her.    

Besides, even if he saw it, so what?    

Not to mention, if Shangdao Yinghua wanted to, she could bring a handsome guy over to play the ostrich game with them. Gala and the others also promised not to let out a fart.    

He could also do so, just like Shangdao Yinghua.    

However, before Gala farts, it's best to think of Shangdao Yinghua's master, who was so awesome that he couldn't even compare to her.    

Now, the old man who had raised Shangdao Yinghua, who had been a weakling and a weakling, into a cruel killer, in the most expensive cemetery in Dongyang City, only took half a year to do so.    

Flowers bloom all year round.    

This was a treatment that only members of the Necropolis of the Violet Diamond could enjoy.    

However, Gala felt that no matter how expensive they were, the old man who originally loved junior high students a lot did not want to stay there.    

However, he had no choice but to go. On Friday, when he was drunk, he suddenly changed his perception of women. Relying on his superb skills, he knocked Gala unconscious and threw him into Shangdao Yinghua's embroidery room.    

Don't go to the cemetery to rest?    

It was proven once again that humans did not suffer, did not suffer, and did not commit any sins that they could not endure.    

There was only uncertainty.    

As long as they had firm beliefs, women like Shangdao Yinghua, who were originally weak and weak, anyone who bullied her would be reborn within half a year. She would become the most adorable … … Oh … No … the most terrifying person.    

The little geezer's kung fu was high, Gala thought that even if all eight of Gala were tied up together, he still wouldn't be his match.    

However, his head was chopped off by Shangdao Yinghua!    

So, as long as Gala wasn't born with nothing to live for, he'd better focus on taking care of her safety.    

As for what she was going to do, was that important?    

If anyone felt this was important, they'd better look at the knife on the small white table when they had to see what Shangdao Yinghua was doing.    

Broken blade!    

The broken blade was within reach of Shangdao Yinghua.    

But at this moment, her right hand, which was used to holding the broken blade, had already crawled under the pure white bathrobe.    

Then, her long legs abruptly stretched out.    

Her silky white legs were also taut.    

The ten scarlet toenails shone with a seductive luster.    

"Male! Mine. "    

Shangdao Yinghua, who had her eyes narrowed, suddenly stopped after uttering those words.    

The taut toes gradually returned to normal.    

Not far behind him, the sound of extremely fast footsteps could be heard.    

Gala's face was filled with joy and excitement.    

Excited, his face turned red and black, making him forget the rules Shangdao Yinghua had set for him.    

"Without my permission, anyone who steps within a meter of me will die."    

This was the rule set by Shangdao Yinghua. It was simple, straightforward, easy to understand, and even more crude.    

This was a rule made for the purpose of preventing the experts of the Broken Knife Flow from avenging themselves, due to the fact that this famous guest of the Broken Knife Flow had his head chopped off with a single slash from Shangdao Yinghua.    

Gala really forgot.    

Forgot - Until the sunlit flash of the knife!    

He felt a slight pain in his neck, as well as an icy coldness that caused him to suddenly come to his senses.    

Without thinking, Gala kneeled down and yelled: "It's me!"    

"I know it's you."    

Shangdao Yinghua didn't even turn her head around as she lightly said that. She slowly withdrew the broken blade and put it back on the table.    

She knew it was Gala, so he could still speak.    

If he wasn't Gala, he wouldn't have the chance to speak now.    

Shangdao Yinghua let him go because he was the person she trusted the most.    

But she wouldn't give him a second chance to get within a meter of her without her permission.    

"Yes." I, I'll remember. "    

Gala raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, then conveniently rubbed his neck that was slightly in pain and looked at it in front of his eyes.    

In his palm, there was already a dark rainbow of colors.    

However, he didn't dare to complain.    

This was because he was very clear that his boss had already shown mercy to him.    

"What's the matter?"    

As Shangdao Yinghua lifted her hand to support her large sunglasses, her spring-like fingers swept across her delicate nose.    

Then, she smelled spring.    

However, the taste was very monotonous.    

Spring without the taste of men, just like a landscape painting, no matter how beautiful the scenery, no soul.    

"B-Boss, take a look at this."    

Gala stood up from the beach, held his phone with both of his hands and handed it over.    

"What's the matter?"    

Shangdao Yinghua once again asked this question without even looking at the phone on her right shoulder. Her eyebrows creased under her large sunglasses and her voice turned a lot colder.    

"Take a look."    

Gala clearly heard that his boss was in a bad mood, but he insisted without any sense of humor and let her look at her phone.    

Shangdao Yinghua didn't say anything. She just turned her face to the side and looked at the table.    

Her profile was so beautiful.    

Can it be hair, but Gala felt a cold killing intent?    

It turned out that when Shangdao Yinghua looked at the table, she wasn't looking at Gala's phone.    

She was looking at the broken knife.    

There seemed to be a little bit of blood on the broken blade with the scales on it.    

It was the blood on Gala's neck.    

She was using this method to tell Gala that the knife craved blood.    

"Boss, finish reading first." After reading it, if you still want to kill me, I don't need you to do it. I'll kill myself. "    

Gala, this guy, is an ambitious person who dares to gamble with his life.    

Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to hang her in his stomach when he clearly saw that Shangdao Yinghua wanted to kill him, and didn't even ask her what she wanted to see.    

However, without a doubt, when Shangdao Yinghua was overjoyed by the things that he sent over, the report that he received was definitely worth it.    

He had already liked that world-famous girl, Little Ze, for a long time, but Shangdao Yinghua wouldn't let him accept her.    

The reason was simple. Shangdao Yinghua wanted her drug empire business to be more than limited to the drug trade.    

After all, the source of the goods was a problem.    

Even a fool could see that she wanted to use the excuse that she was Lee Nanfang's "widow" to interfere in this business.    

Are you Lee Nanfang's widow?    

Me too.    

Why should I give you the drug empire he gave me?    

You want to cut off my supply?    

Heh heh, nothing special.    

At most, I'll just buy it from Jin Xinyue.    

That way, even though the cost will increase and the revenue will be greatly reduced, I can open up a new business.    

Don't forget, Dongyang is known as the Emotion-oriented Empire.    

Comparing the porno film's income with that of a drug dealer, they were unable to compare at the moment.    

But as long as she continued to persevere, Shangdao Yinghua felt that with her ambition, strong manpower and financial resources, she would be able to monopolize Dongyang's sex and love affairs sooner or later.    

That way, she would be able to completely break away from Sui Yueyue's grasp.    

He could also save the empire that Lee Nanfang gave her.    

As for Xiaoze, he was a first-rate actor whom Shangdao Yinghua had spent a lot of money to recruit after she decided to enter the film industry.    

She had spent so much effort on Xiaoze, how could she let Gala dominate her?    

Lili wouldn't let him touch the woman even once, to get rid of Gala's idea of trying to get his hands on Ozawa.    

What you can't get is the best.    

Clearly, as long as a large amount of US dollar bills were thrown out, there would be many outstanding actresses crying and shouting at Brother Gala who jumped into their arms. Yet, they were even more eager to obtain Little Ze's beauties than before.    

Now, the chance had come.    

All Gala had to do was hold the boss's appetite perfectly and let her reap the joy she had never reaped before, a movie actress — well, tonight, she would probably turn her plump ass around and appear in front of Galao's bed.    

Hearing Gala's affirmation when he cut himself off, Shangdao Yinghua finally had some interest towards the item he sent over. She said lightly, "Open it."    

Gala immediately lit up the screen. He clicked on the video he had prepared earlier.    

When the pretty voice of Lil 'White, the interviewer in the interview department of the blue sky video, came out from the phone, Gala tactfully took a few steps back before turning around and quickly leaving.    

After the sound of his glasses being slammed on the table was heard, Gala, who was already more than ten meters away, turned around and looked at him smugly.    

Beautiful Young Woman, who was cold and aloof a moment ago, had already rolled down from the rattan chair and was kneeling on the beach. Her delicate body was trembling violently. She picked up her phone with her left hand and grabbed the worn-out sunglasses with her right hand.    

The shattered lens of her sunglasses pierced through Beautiful Young Woman's palm.    

Fresh red blood dripped from the edge of her palm.    

She didn't feel any pain, just put her hand on her mouth.    

Only in this way could she conceal the low whimper she was making.    

However, her tears were not something that could be held back by her hands. Large tears formed a line and dripped down.    

"Ai, this is the real you. "Speaking of which, you are quite lucky. Finally, the clouds are clear and the moon is bright."    

Gala sighed. He looked northwest and muttered, "Sui Yueyue, do you have that kind of luck?"    

Sui Yueyue's luck had always been good.    

She thought so.