Chapter 4193: 4.1793 A compassion

Chapter 4193 4.1793 A Kindness
She screamed with a twisted expression, "Are you trying to fight Yaowang Island?"
"What about being an enemy." Qiaomu looked at her coldly, with a rattan whip shining green in his hands, with dark thorns bursting out, one by one.
Ni Zhizhi said angrily, "You are so bold ... Ah!"
Before he could scream, he was shocked by the cold light coming from his face and fell to the ground.
Ni Yanzhi looked back and saw a small blue nail on the ground on the left.
The weeds around the ground withered for a few seconds, and turned into a piece of coriander powder within a few seconds.
It can be seen how terrible the toxicity is on that nail.
Her little finger flinched convulsively, her body moved back stiffly, and her eyes looked with horror at the opposite side, staring coldly at her tree.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a sense of approaching death.
Why was she so embarrassed?
As soon as Lin Jun was about to get up, he was pumped back by a cold rattan whip of arbor.
"It's best for both of you to be idle," Morin said coldly.
With a shiver, the sound of the sword from the sheath sounded, Lin Junlin Xiang glanced silently, looking at the dozens of young men in black who came up, and had to step back two steps.
It's not that they don't help Miss Ni Zhizhi, but ... the other person is so powerful that they can't help if they want to help.
Qiao Mu stared coldly at Ni Yanzhi kneeling on the ground for a long time, then faded out of his voice, "Kill it."
She wasn't interested in getting involved with it any more.
Instead of dealing with this woman in the future, it would be easier to kill a hundred.
The hatred in her opponent's eyes could hardly be ignored.
Keeping this hate and letting it grow, who knows what will happen in the future.
The two young men in black accompanied him, nodded and jumped up, and walked to Ni Yanzhi with his sword.
Hearing a gasping voice, he screamed anxiously, "Hand, my mercy! Prince, your Royal Highness, please, please mercy."
An old man with white beard and white hair, hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, and hurriedly saluted to Molian and Arbor.
For a moment, Qiaomu looked a little more complicatedly, and he didn't accept his courtesy.
He Wen said anxiously, "The petty disciples are arrogant and wanton, and they are all inadequate supervision during the next week."
"The old man is willing to be punished on behalf of the apprentice! Please forgive me two or two."
"Master!" Ni Jizhi shouted swiftly.
"Shut up." He Wen turned her head and gave her a stare look, a look of "turning to find you again".
Qiaomu looked at his anxious look, and deep in his pupils, there seemed to be two tiny waves of water, shaking.
Mo Lian kept looking down at her, and at this time she saw her expression, and she couldn't help thinking about it: Qiao Qiao was thinking about it, the original cold eyebrows seemed to ease a lot.
Qiao Mu's thoughts had drifted into the distance at this time, as if he had returned to his childhood.
A friend of the old monarch that day brought his grandson to visit.
As a result, facet paralysis did a fight with this stinky bear child ...
When the friend of the old suzerain saw that his grandson was bruised and swollen, he looked angry and wanted to punish her.
At that time, Murong Xie stood in front of herself with such a smile, and her hand was blocked by a flash of her hand.
"It is the bishop Ben Feng who is not strict, and it is me who should be punished. What do you do to my apprentice?"
"Jojo? Jojo!"
(End of this chapter)