"Grass your mother!" After the red hair was thrown to the ground by Zeng Xiaoqian, he was not satisfied. He got up again, picked up the knife and rushed up again.

Looking at the red hair without knowing how to live or die, and thinking about Zhao Xiaomin, who was lying on the bed with a weak face, Zeng Xiaomin became even more angry and grabbed the red hair knife with his hand in the crowd's exclamation.

Zeng Xiaoqian is also a flesh and blood body, and his hand grasping the knife bleeds quickly. Blood drops down, but once the penny seemed to have no pain, still staring at the...