Douluo: Senior Sister is too popular, what should I do?

Chapter 77 "White Chicken" is definitely spreading rumors
The surprise happened in the next moment.

"Go away, Prince Xue Xing arrests the fugitive slaves—!"

The high-spirited shouts and the muffled torrent-like sound of the horseshoes with iron palms stepping across the bluestone road broke the joyful and lively atmosphere of the festival in an instant. In the hands of the leading knight, the long crimson banner embroidered with the swan emblem of the Heaven Dou Empire fluttered in the wind.

The fireworks show is still going on, but almost everyone has no intention of admiring it anymore. They screamed and exclaimed to avoid, but there is no room for escape in the narrow streets and alleys where the crowd is crowded, and many people are heavy The iron hoof trampled on the spine and leg bones and fell to the ground, tripping the people behind, and the watertight crowd continued to swarm up, leaving them no space and no strength to stand up. Cursing, crying and Painful groans could be heard endlessly, amplifying the panic of the crowd infinitely.

Everyone was pushing and trying to escape in a panic, which made the situation even more chaotic. Huo Wushuang hurriedly freed up a hand to hold Sang Xia, but there was no petite girl in the crowd.

Sang Xia was pushed farther and farther away from Huo Wushuang involuntarily by the crowd, her braids were scattered, her long hair fell down, and some strands of hair were grabbed by the panic-stricken people as straws and ruthlessly ripped off She fell down, and the momentary sharp pain made her feel that a piece of her scalp had been torn off.

Fugitive slave?

Frowning tightly, she struggled to stabilize her figure in the crowd and turned her head to look around, and quickly locked on to the conspicuous group of armed knights not far away.They steered their horses to step over the flowing blood without seeing it, as if what they were stepping on were not real people but insignificant insects and mustards, leaving blood-soaked hoofprints along the way.

She swears.

The scarred wolf-eared girl was surrounded by the knights, she bared her sharp canines fiercely at them, and lowered her back as if a canine animal was ready to attack, but her tail was tucked behind her back and trembling.

"A bad puppy." One of the knights smacked his lips and pulled out a long metal whip from his waist. Judging from the densely arranged barbs on it, it may be more accurate to describe it as a "tool of torture" rather than a weapon. "Maybe after breaking a few of your bones, you won't be able to annoy His Royal Highness anymore."

He raised his hand, swiped the long whip in the air, and made a sound of "咻咻". At this moment, he suddenly felt a slight pain in his wrist, as if he had been scratched by the edge of an extremely thin and sharp paper. In the next second, the long whip and his right hand fell down, blood spurted out, and the severe pain instantly overwhelmed his consciousness.

Only then did the knights realize that the slender ice blades spread silently around them at some point, but it was too late, those staggered sharp silver blades slashed across their bodies, blood spattered The sound that came out was like the wind.

The girl's wolf ears were startled by this bloody and weird scene, and Sangxia fell to the ground, and raised her index finger to make a silent gesture for her. Relaxed, Sang Xia smiled slightly, and pointed to the thick darkness behind her.

The girl's beautiful emerald eyes were filled with joy. She touched her forehead to the ground and thanked her with the old tribal etiquette. Then she turned around and quickly disappeared into the night with a few leaps.

The knight's death-defying head fell to Sangxia's feet, she frowned, and kicked it far away.

She came out of this dark and hidden alley, lowered the mask on her face again, lowered her head and hurriedly walked back against the flow of people, and unexpectedly stretched out a hand diagonally to pull her into the side of the road in a small shop.

The soul imprint on the inside of her wrist was faintly hot. She was about to slap this short-sighted guy on the face, but she had no choice but to stop when she found that the store was full of refugees, and she was trapped by the pillar and between the arms.

"There's a stampede outside, don't run around." A familiar clear voice sounded above her head, and Sang Xia looked up, and saw the boy's clear and straight jaw under the pushed up green dragon mask.

"Yu Tianxin?"

"En." Yu Tianxin responded in a low voice, he recognized the smiling fox mask, "Are you injured?"

"No." She shook her head.

Except for a few strands of hair that were pulled out.

Yu Tianxin frowned slightly, and stretched out her hand to gently take off her mask. Under the shadow of the flickering yellow light, her delicate and clear face was as bright as jade, as if she was sulking, tense, like a bad-tempered cat.

His fingertips rubbed a line of blood on the corner of her eyebrows: "You smell like blood."

Sang Xia's eyes widened because of his inhumane behavior, and she almost kicked him out, but then realized that this guy must be drunk, smelled heavily of alcohol, and his fingertips were scalding frighteningly.

"So many people died outside, can there be no bloody smell?" Anyway, drunks are easy to fool, and she didn't bother to make up excuses, so she just said in a good mood, "If you think I smell blood, stay away from me, I don't think you are all over your body." It smells like alcohol."

Yu Tianxin's mind was chaotic, and he slowly straightened up according to her words and wanted to move away, but under the influence of alcohol, his whole body was a little uncontrollable, he swayed unsteadily, and his whole body was facing Sang Xia fell over.

The wrist was injured twice in a short period of time, and the sharp pain made Sangxia's breathing stagnate. She clenched her teeth and swallowed back the pain that came to her mouth, and pulled out a hand with great difficulty to wrap it around him. With his back, he leaned back against the pillar to support his body.

This posture is really a bit ambiguous, but her wrist can't stand the toss, and I'm afraid it will be ruined if I see you bravely again, so let's just leave it at that, anyway, he is so drunk now, he can't ask her to take responsibility afterwards.

Speaking of which, although he looks thin, his muscles are solid, and his body is a bit harsh, making her feel like he is hugging a big rock. Feng Xiaotian's "white chicken" is definitely spreading rumors.

In such a chaotic scene, you can't leave this young man who looks like a rich man here. After finally surviving the commotion outside, Sang Xia put his arm on her shoulder, half-dragged and half-supported him to go out through gritted teeth. Well, the drunk was breathing steadily and sleeping peacefully, she was almost breathless under his pressure.

"Sangsang!"

"team leader!"

Facing Feng Xiaotian, Huo Wushuang brothers and sisters who hurried to look for them, as well as members of Leiting Academy, Sangxia threw Yu Tianxin to Leiting Academy as if he had been pardoned, and angrily accused: "What happened to you Leiting, you know He can't drink and let him run around, he almost crushed me!"

Lei Dong didn't know that Yu Tianxin didn't know how to drink, and he didn't know how he and Sang Xia met, but after hearing what she said, he still hurriedly apologized and thanked her. Huo Wushuang handed her things to her, and saw that her hair was disheveled and her face was pale. , with a lot of dust and blood on his face, he asked in a worried voice, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Sang Xia shook her head.Except for a few strands of hair that were pulled out.

"It's late, let me take you back."

"No need, my senior brother is here to pick me up." Sang Xia saw Qin Ming from afar and waved to him.

She trotted to his side, and angrily told him about the accident that happened at the ceremony. Qin Ming immediately became worried when he heard the words, and he was relieved when she said that he was not injured.She moaned and said aggrievedly that Yutian's heart was dead, and his waist was almost broken when he carried him all the way.

Qin Ming laughed: "I'll carry you back."

Sang Xia said that it was too hard, senior brother, and neatly climbed onto Qin Ming's broad back and wrapped his arms around his neck obediently, laying a small limp one on his back.

There was still a bit of apple candy on the corner of her mouth, and she spoke very sweetly today: "Senior brother, thank you for your hard work, I like you the most."

Huo Wushuang: "..."

"Uh... Teacher Qin is of the fire attribute, and you are also of the fire attribute. I think you still have great hopes." Feng Xiaotian scratched his head, comforting his good brother dryly.

(End of this chapter)