Chapter 131 Press Village young mistress

Doesn't it have to be a ghost? In the middle of the night, the whole stockade was quiet like a deep sleep. At this time, a smiling woman appeared, and both of them turned white with fear. They want to scream, but they dare not. If other people are attracted, their suspicion will be washed away. Charlee Ford leaned against the wall with his chest in his arms, looked leisurely, spread his hands and said, "Take them out." "What?" The two men retreated warily. "The poison you want to poison, I want to see what kind it is this time." Charlee Ford raised his eyebrows. Two people look at each other. The woman already knew and listened to everything they had just said. I can't stay. Two people's faces flashed a kill gas, and they suddenly shot and attacked Charlee Ford. In their view, Charlee Ford is a hostage, petite she has no room to fight back. They were so quick that they didn't think Charlee Ford could react at all. Who knows that women lean their heads lightly and sideways,