diskusbooks Chapter 138 I'll only say it once, get out
Chapter 138 I'll only say it once, get out
Xia Qingluo was wearing a black puffy skirt with a very short hem. Her slender white legs looked as delicate and smooth as if they were carved from fine jade.
The top was a close-fitting tube top, revealing her delicate collarbone and fair shoulders, while her back was completely exposed, her skin was as white as cream and flawless. Her smooth skin seemed to be so soft that it could be blown away.
Zhang Jing's eyes trembled and his heart skipped a beat.
He quickly looked away and turned sideways to face Xia Qingluo, not daring to look at her again. There was still no expression on his face, but his ears, which were red all the way to his neck, had already exposed his panic.
Xia Qingluo was also embarrassed for a moment.
She has worn couture gowns with deep Vs, halter tops, and backless styles, and she can pull them off with ease in all kinds of grand occasions.
Although this dress is conservative compared to other people's clothes, it is indeed a bit weird when paired with the bloody atmosphere at the time.
Zhang Jing turned sideways, neatly took off his blood-stained black leather jacket, and threw it casually on the ground.
Then, he used his slender and powerful fingers to unbutton his black shirt little by little, and as the buttons were unbuttoned, his collarbone with perfect curves was revealed.
Going down, there are strong pectoral muscles, and below that are eight sculpted abdominal muscles. Each one has clear contours, and each line looks like a carefully crafted work of art.
The mermaid line extends all the way to the belt, and the looming lines are full of temptation, which attracts people's attention involuntarily.
Zhang Jing's skin was a cold white, which formed a huge contrast with the sharp lines.
Finally, Zhang Jing took off the entire black shirt and put it on Xia Qingluo.
Zhang Jing is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and his clothes look particularly loose on Xia Qingluo, as if she was wearing a short dress.
Xia Qingluo pulled her shirt closer, and the shirt brought a hint of warmth, making her feel much warmer.
She couldn't help but stare at Zhang Jing's upper body, blinking with amazement in her eyes.
She had only seen such a good figure in Lu Chengyuan.
Sure enough, people who practice martial arts have unusual physiques.
Xia Wan'er was standing in another corner. She went from being frightened to being dumbfounded. Now she was just standing there in a daze, forgetting even to react with her body.
Wasn't it agreed that she would come to rescue Xia Qingluo and show off their sisterly love?
Who is this man who shows up now?
When they first met, Xia Wan'er felt that this man had an extremely strong aura, with deep and cold eyes, as if he was a Shura walking out of hell, with a chilling and murderous aura.
He was covered in blood, but he was able to hold a long sword as a weapon that was rarely used in this era, and he killed his way to the locker room without even a scratch. What kind of battle had he experienced?
However, the moment his gaze fell on Xia Qingluo, it instantly softened, as if ice and snow were melting in the sun.
Xia Wan'er cursed in her heart: Why the hell does Xia Qingluo have so many men?
Is this the gigolo that Xia Qingluo keeps? Or is this the gigolo that keeps Xia Qingluo?
No matter what, how come he is such a high-quality man?
The more Xia Wan'er thought about it, the more jealous she became.
Why is Xia Qingluo so famous and sought after by men?
Xia Qingluo had so many scandals before. She was kept by a wealthy sponsor and was a socialite in the entertainment industry, but now there is no news about her at all.
Why is she so unlucky? Everything she does ends up in trouble.
Even a place as secluded and discreet as Mei Ye Bar was able to be captured in complete high-definition video.
In order to carry out the task assigned to her by Luosha, her arm was chopped by her subordinates!
The bandage was done so carelessly, what if there was a scar? How could she still be an idol?
That would have been fine, but a man suddenly showed up to save Xia Qingluo.
Zhang Jing and Xia Qingluo's eyes met, and there was a subtle awkwardness in both of them.
Zhang Jing has always been a relatively conservative person, and he rarely takes off his shirt in front of outsiders.
What's more, the person standing in front of him is his friend Xia Qingluo.
The reason why Xia Qingluo was embarrassed now was not because of her clothes, but because Zhang Jing's ears were so red that she couldn't ignore them.
No, brother, you just took off your shirt, why are you blushing like a bubble teapot?
The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she felt that she should say something now, but she didn't know what to say, so she blurted out, "Your muscles are well trained..."
Zhang Jing's expression did not change, but the blush on his ears spread to Junyi's cheeks, and his voice trembled when he spoke.
"Your limbs are weak, you can't walk, right? I'll carry you."
Having said that, Zhang Jing was about to kneel down on one knee.
The next second, Xia Wan'er rushed forward, took Xia Qingluo's hand, and pretended to be intimate, "Lolo, is this your boyfriend?"
Xia Qingluo frowned slightly. Before he could speak, Xia Wan'er deliberately lowered her voice and asked quietly, "Did you break up with Mr. Lu from last time?"
Although she tried to lower her voice deliberately, it could still reach Zhang Jing's ears in the closed space of the locker room.
What's more, Zhang Jing is a martial artist and has extraordinary hearing.
Mr. Lu San should be referring to Lu Chengyuan, right?
Xia Qingluo was not with Lu Chengyuan.
However, instead of explaining all those trivial things, Zhang Jing discovered another blind spot.
He shifted his gaze to Xia Wan'er, and his narrow eyes suddenly turned cold.
He had heard Xia Wan'er's voice on the phone with Xia Qingluo.
At that time, Xia Qingluo was at the Xinghe Restaurant, having dinner with Xia Wan'er.
Afterwards, Xia Wan'er helped Xia Qingluo out of the restaurant and into the car, where they encountered thugs again and were taken to the arena.
No matter how you think about it, Xia Wan'er is very suspicious.
Xia Wan'er felt an unprecedented sense of oppression under Zhang Jing's gaze. The chill rushed from the soles of her feet to the back of her neck, making her swallow unconsciously.
Zhang Jing’s murderous aura was so heavy that he looked like a man who had stepped out of hell. He would kill gods if they stood in his way, and would kill Buddhas if they stood in his way.
But if she gave up halfway now, her mission would fail, so what would the injury on her arm matter?
Xia Wan'er suppressed the fear in her heart and quickly offered her courtesy, supporting Xia Qingluo, "Luoluo, let me carry you. I still have the strength."
The next second, the tip of the Eight-sided Han Sword was pointing steadily at Xia Wan'er's neck.
The blood-stained sword tip flashed coldly under the light. Zhang Jing's facial features were sharp and his expression was indifferent, as if he was looking at a dead person.
"I'll only say this once, get out."