Wanwan Jianghu Road

It seemed that she had already guessed what Fu Nian was thinking. After the woman leaned close to Fu Nian, she leaned slightly to the right while the opponent shot out the silver needles. Entered the only door panel for people to enter and exit the hut.

Afterwards, the woman complained coquettishly: "Young Master Fu Nian, you are so cruel, you are so serious, if my pretty little face is scratched by your needle, how will you compensate me?"

As she said that, the woman approached Fu Nian step by step, and her whole body was almost stuck on it. At this moment, someone kicked open the only door of this hut from the outside, and then, a boot flew out of the door. came in.

Feeling the murderous aura behind her, the woman frowned slightly, and just turned around, before she had time to dodge, the boots had already flown in front of her, and when she realized, her face had already been hit hard by the seemingly ordinary boots In the middle, the whole person flew out, hit the wooden wall behind Fu Nian with a 'slap', and then slid down miserably.

"Bastard! Who dares to plot against my aunt!"

The woman got up from the ground in a hurry, clutching the black boot in her hand, trembling with anger.

At the door of the house, Nangong Si showed the appearance of a frightened little white rabbit, only showing half of his face, then pointed at himself weakly, and said tremblingly: "You...you you are you talking about me?"

Seeing that it was the person who was taken out by Lao Li just now, the woman frowned even tighter, and said angrily, "Where is Lao Li?"

"You mean... him?" Nan Gongsi 'cautiously' dragged Lao Li who had fainted by his foot, and threw him directly into the room.

"Old Li!" Seeing that Lao Li was already dizzy and in a mess, the woman quickly noticed Lao Li's foot that was missing a boot, her face turned livid, and she threw the boot in her hand to the ground. lost.

When it was too late, the woman suddenly disappeared, and when she reappeared, she was already in front of Nangong Si. Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, she grabbed Nangong Si by the collar of his front coat, pulled him into the room, and pulled him hard. It was buckled to the ground, tightly suppressing him.

Nangong Si blushed, as if something had happened and was suppressed, and shouted to Fu Nian, who was watching the fun, "Young master, son, help me, I'm going to die, I can't breathe, I'm going to die Die, die, die, die..."

Facing Nangong Si's 'ask for help', Fu Nian didn't intend to answer him, but the woman, the more she listened to it, the more annoying she became, and the more she listened, the angrier she became, she couldn't help shouting: "Shut up, my aunt!"

After finishing speaking, the woman punched Nangong Si in the face.

Nangongsi suddenly calmed down, and sighed slightly. When the woman's fist was less than one centimeter away from his face, Nangongsi kicked the net with his knee, hitting the woman's abdomen.

The woman felt the pain, her movements froze suddenly, her fist deviated from the track, and her fist hit the solid floor.

Seeing that she hadn't been kicked away, Nangong Si kicked her a second time sympathetically. This time, the woman behaved herself, and when he kicked her a second time, she immediately let go of him, and she flew into the air. Get up and take a few steps back.

"Hey, I'm so sad." Nangongsi sat up from the ground dejectedly, and looked at Fu Nian with a resentful expression on his face: "My big cousin, why are you so cruel to me? Could it be that my voice for help is still there?" Isn't it hoarse enough?"

Fu Nian was too lazy to pay attention to him, and turned his gaze to the woman: "Where is your Pavilion Master?"