The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

Liu Yaoyao turned around.

I saw a man wearing an exaggerated colorful short-sleeved shirt, a pair of loose and ragged pants that seemed to be able to hold the entire universe, and a pair of open-toed sandals.

He was standing in front of her with an attitude of "I shine the brightest", with a smile on his face that was bright enough to make flowers ashamed.

"Hey, sir, what kind of opening method is that? You almost got me killed!"

She patted her chest in an exaggerated manner, with a smile in her eyes.

Obviously, Liu Yaoyao was both surprised and amused by the sudden appearance of this uninvited guest.

"Haha, you don't understand this. This is called a 'continuous surprise and endless jokes' opening.

Tailor-made for a beautiful woman like you.

Besides, if you really trip over the threshold and fall down in a shocking way, wouldn't my chance to save the beauty be wasted?"

As he spoke, he looked heartbroken, as if he was really regretting the missed opportunity.

When she heard this, she laughed so hard that she almost cried.

"Okay, okay, you're right. But you have to tell me what's the big deal that you're pulling me back in such a hurry, right?"

He pretended to be mysterious and pointed his mouth towards the corner of the street, with a smug smile on his face as if to say, "Look, I found something incredible."

Liu Yaoyao followed the guidance of the mysterious eyes, her gaze passed through the bustling streets, and finally stopped on a seemingly ordinary man.

He put his hands behind his back, his posture upright as if he was engaging in a silent battle with the wind, like a crooked tree that was obviously shaky but insisted on showing its indomitable spirit.

Those eyes, like the latest military radar, not only accurately captured every slight movement in the "herb-scented garden" opposite, but also flashed a sharp light that should not be underestimated, making people wonder if he was planning to harvest herbs with his eyes.

She looked carefully and found that it was an acquaintance.

Oh, shadow knife.

I didn't expect Liu Jingshu to know her to this extent.

She laughed secretly in her heart, and was once again impressed by Liu Jingshu's intelligence capabilities. At the same time, she also realized that her original plan might have to be discounted.

It seems that she can't go to find Gan Chenggong.

Liu Yaoyao thought about it, then put all her thoughts aside, clasped her fists and saluted the man next to her, with a tone of boldness that echoed that of a man of the world.

"Brother, I will remember your kindness today and will repay you generously in the future!"

The man was obviously confused by this sudden "gift".

But he was also a straightforward person, and he immediately responded with a slightly clumsy but sincere fist salute, muttering something.

"Hey, you're welcome. We are all people of the world, and we should help each other."

Liu Yaoyao clasped her fists again, turned around, and walked lightly, as if she was really walking on the wind.

Only she herself knew how anxious she was.

At least I was praying in my heart: "I hope Brother Yingdao has poor eyesight, or is busy counting ants and doesn't notice a small shrimp like me."

The moment Liu Yaoyao turned around, the passerby who she mistook for a chivalrous man, quietly raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

Humph, little girl, the world is deep and you are still young.

But this scene was like a breeze blowing across the lake, fleeting, leaving only ripples in the heart.

Liu Yaoyao was like a cunning little fox. She chose to walk along narrow and quiet streets, taking every step carefully, for fear of disturbing any fluctuations in the air.

She thought to herself that as long as she could disappear like a shadow, she could successfully avoid Shadow Knife's constant pursuit and Liu Jingshu's intricate intelligence network.

However, what she didn't know was that at this time Liu Jingshu was busy dealing with another war without the smoke of gunpowder.