Fast-traveling female supporting role counterattacks in a different way

Chapter 113

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"Why are you silent? If that's the case, don't blame Qiao..."

"Shua!" Rosy raised her sword and slashed at the other party without waiting for her to finish speaking.

So long-winded, wait for you to make a move for a long time, if you don't make a move, then don't blame yourself for doing it first.

"bass!"

"Bang!"

"Shh!"

"Woo~"

Rosie clutched her waist, turned around and ran, and only after taking two steps did she realize that she also had lightness kung fu.

With a sound of annoyance, he quickly turned in a different direction and dashed away.

Qiao Er had a gloomy face. Seeing that the other party quickly left him behind, he could only stop and felt depressed.

Who is this?Qinggong is so fast!
What kind of sword is the other party holding?so sharp!

Looking down at the half knife in his hand, Qiao Er closed his eyes, took a deep breath, threw it away, turned and walked towards his residence.

The people behind couldn't help but look at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

There are two consequences for speaking to Protector Qiao at this time:

One is being used as a punching bag by Qiao Protector, who is in a fit of anger, and may lose his life.

The other was valued by Qiao's guardian, and since then he has gone straight to the top and has a place in the Devil's Cult.

Of course, luck is the key, flattering skills are the key, and observation of words and emotions is the key.

Everyone thought about it, and after all, they still deeply understand the essence of observing words and emotions.

So no one stepped forward to talk to Qiao Er, stepped on the ants slowly, pushed and moved each other, and no one wanted to walk fast to get close to Qiao Er.

Qiao Er became even more irritable, turned his head and glared angrily at his subordinates who he thought were useless, then turned his head and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and after the relief, there was regret: they missed the opportunity to slap their beards and slip their horses, and show their presence in front of Qiao Protector.

So I couldn't help but feel annoyed, secretly cursing myself for being cowardly and cowardly.

I can't wait to go back in time, so I can seize the opportunity and perform well in front of Qiao Protector...

Rosie made seven turns and eight turns, and soon came to a mountain wall, leaning against the mountain wall, clutching her waist that was no longer bleeding, feeling annoyed in her heart:
Sure enough, his martial arts skills were lacking, even with a bronze sword in his hand, he couldn't resist the opponent's few moves.

If he hadn't learned "Qingyan Swift Wind Walk", he probably would have either confessed to his life or been captured alive by the other party.

Both results are aggrieved!

It seems that we must find a way to practice the original owner's "Nine Dynasties and Six Meridians Sword Technique" as soon as possible.

He found gauze, iodine and other things from the space, endured the pain, and scribbled a bandage on himself. Rosie held the sword and was going to go back to the stele for a look, but she was really unwilling to let it go.

You can't hold back your injuries for so long in vain!
Returning to the original place, the surrounding area was empty and quiet, and the previous evening wind stopped blowing at some point.

The silent environment made Rosie even more uneasy.

I slowly approached the stone monument and observed it for a long time, but found nothing on it.

This is a monument without words!

Rosie guessed it might be a tomb or a hidden tunnel.

Thinking of the former, Rosie touched her arm. Her scalp felt numb for a moment and she had a tendency to retreat.

I remember that the queen of a certain ancient dynasty in my own plane erected a monument without words after a hundred years!

In the martial arts plane, it seems not uncommon for a zombie to emerge from the grave.

Senior Zombie, he is no match for him. The novels that guy read before said that he is very powerful.

It can fly and jump, has flexible movements, is fast and invulnerable.

And if it scratches you or bites you, you will be quickly assimilated by it and become a zombie.

High-level zombies are okay, conscious, and able to communicate with people. It is said that low-level zombies are very barbaric and bloody!
Rosie hopes that there will be low-level zombies under the stone monument that are easy to deal with, but she also hopes that there will be high-level zombies that she can chat with, take on a younger brother, and be friends!

Isn’t that what is written in novels, about my boyfriend being a zombie, and about me having an agreement with Mr. Zombie...

Rosie took two steps back, gripped the bronze sword tightly in both hands, and slashed at the stone tablet with all her strength.

With a crisp sound of "哐嘡", the stele was chopped into two pieces on the ground.

A small black square was exposed on the ground, firmly embedded at the bottom of the stone tablet.

Rosie stepped forward curiously, stretched out a foot and stepped on it lightly.

With a "plop", the dust raged, leaving behind a pile of gravel.

The guard heard the noise and ran over to see this scene.

Hurry up and report to Qiao Er.

Something big happened!
"Damn thief!" Qiao Er was depressed, and the next moment when he heard the guard's report, he shattered the square white marble table with his palm, took the spear of the person around him, and ran towards the back mountain.

When I ran to the back mountain, I saw that the stele had already been turned into rubble, and there was a mess on the flat ground, except for the troublemakers.

Where did the people go, what are you doing when you have nothing to break the stone tablet?
This stele is said to be left by the founder of the Demon Cult before his death.

Qiao Er felt that there must be a mystery in this stele, so he walked here for many years, hoping to solve the mystery of this stele.

Unexpectedly, the unknown thieves have destroyed it now.

How could Qiao Er not hate him, he was pacing back and forth, when a panting guard came, seeing this man, he felt even more irritable, he didn't say a word, his triangular eyes were red, he stepped forward and slapped him The guard didn't know the situation, so he opened his eyes wide and bleeding from the corner of his mouth in disbelief.

With a "plop", he fell to the ground, just so breathless.

When the others saw this scene, they all shrank their heads, wishing that there was a mouse hole to get in here, so that the other party could not see themselves.

No one is not afraid of Qiao Er at this moment!

All of them were pale and sweating!The two are fighting, and they are almost like sticking their heads in a pile of stones like an ostrich.

"A bunch of trash, they can't even catch a single thief, what use are you idle trash!" Qiao Ersanqianmo's hair was calm and automatic, his eyes were full of hostility, his face was black, and he looked very frightening.

Everyone complained unconvinced: "Didn't you also run to catch the thief and let the thief slip away? Your sword was cut in two by someone with a single sword. How dare you call us little people? There is no reason to blame us! "

Everyone doesn't show it on the face, but they are disdainful in their hearts!
I really look down on Qiao Er's shameless character of blaming others for trouble.

No manliness!
We all watched helplessly like a bunch of people. At that time, you were inferior to others and allowed the thieves to sneak away. Afterwards, they turned around and smashed the stone tablet to pieces. How can you blame us subordinates who only know the three-legged cat kung fu?

This is too much to lose!
Everyone looked at their companions lying on the ground with blue faces, and felt a kind of desolation like a dead rabbit and a fox.

A good companion lost his life in the blink of an eye. Everyone was disappointed and disappointed with Qiao Er!
The Qiao Er in front of him was still angry and irritable. He didn't know that because he exploded on the spot and vented his anger on a little person, he didn't expect that he would cause public resentment.

(End of this chapter)