Chapter 1672: None of the Duan’s family is good for her (3)

Chapter 1672 is not good for her (3)
The black sword's sword body was bent into a hook shape, hooking Xiaoya's clothes.
Xiaoya panicked, and she did not know the power of the coming. She hurriedly hugged the bedpost, and the clear eyes were stubborn.
The face of the little soul is dark: "Mute woman, let me let go immediately, or I will not hurt you when I accidentally hurt." I am irresponsible."
Xiaoya shook her head in tears, she did not give the a chance to threaten the nine emperors, she wants to kill everyone in the way to kill the nine emperors in the cradle!
"That guy is so scum, three wives and four wives are holding on to the left, it is worth your mind to remember? You will let me go immediately, otherwise I am welcome!"
The little soul is anxious. How can this woman be stubborn to this extent? How many excellent men did the Nine Emperors know? Can she pick one of those people? Even the wind of the generals is much stronger than this guy, right?
Why did she hang on a tree?
"You let go of Yah!" Duan Qiong finally climbed up. He looked pale and coughed. He coughed up a blood, and walked toward the little soul. "Yaer won't go with you!"
The little soul is cold and sweeps to Duan Qiong: "Roll!"
Among the sounds, there is a strong force. In an instant, Duan Qiong’s heart is boring, and the blood is sprayed out, and it drops on the ground.
The little soul turned to look at Xiaoya: "You don't follow me?"
Xiaoya shook her head, no, she would not follow him when she died!
"Well, that's no way..."
The little soul sighed and gestured to the black sword with his eyes.
The black sword was full of impatience and made a roar of protest.
After all, he is the master of the main, the little soul is just the sword soul.
But he also understands that the strength of the little soul is stronger, there is no way to drag Xiaoya away, he is just a soul body...
The black sword loosened Xiaoya's clothes and slammed it with a sword and beat it on Xiaoya's head.
Xiaoya closed her eyes and fainted.
The black sword bent again and wanted to drag Xiaoya out.
"Wait," the soul of a small frown, "you do this, the woman is seen, it will definitely hurt me by her Tongzou meal, she hit no pain you, but I will beat ......"
The black sword was obviously stiff, stopped to move, and did not dare to move.
The little soul screamed at the trembled maid outside the door and sneered: "If you don't want to die, just roll in me and hold her with me."
Women are trouble!
Especially this dumb woman is even more troublesome.
The maid's sorrow came in. She looked at the little soul's gaze with panic, and even dared not have any violations, so she could only confess her body and hold Xiaoya out of bed.
Xiaoya’s arm was exposed outside, and he saw that the dumb girl was not ruined except for her face, and her skin was not intact. It was full of scars and it was sad to see.
Somehow, I saw Xiaoya’s miserable appearance. The little soul turned out to be a moment’s embarrassment, and my heart was still full of anger.
At that time, even if he was in the middle of the flowers, but he was clean and self-satisfied, and did not develop with the women to the final step, he talked with women, just want to prove their charm.
But he hasn't really had a substantive relationship with those women... It has always been the kind of gentleman's friendship.
He is even less likely to hurt the woman so easily.
Women are all delicate flowers, used for pets.
Except the nine emperors...
(End of this chapter)