Murong Wei raised his eyebrows, "Don't worry about it! Let him go, I don't think he dares to attack the city directly?"

Who are the crowds to scare?

The city lord of Luge wiped the sweat from his head and hurriedly took the order to go on a mission.

The next day, Yas was brought to the face of small facial paralysis in his dying life, although he was almost paralyzed from exhaustion, but a pair of dark wolf-like eyes still revealed an untamed light.

"Why?" Yas asked as he looked at the little girl's cold face.

The little girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, with a small face like snow and frost, and looking at the angle of his vision, he could see that she was holding a bottle of transparent liquid and shaking it gently, and her brows were slightly furrowed.

"Why!!" Yas roared, and was immediately punched on the head by the guard next to him.

"What a roar!"

Qiao Mu turned around and looked at the young man in front of him with cold eyes.

After the young man's pigtails were scattered, the half-length neck-length hair was scattered scattered on his forehead and ears, and a pair of wolf eyes were shining fiercely between the broken hair in front of his forehead.

"Why did you do this to me?" Yas clenched his fists and asked angrily, "The Western Wasteland is already the weakest and the strongest! What do those ordinary people who died at the city gate have to do with you? As for you taking chicken feathers as arrows to avenge them?"

"I'm not that bored. Qiao Mu said coldly, "Whether others are dead or alive has nothing to do with me." ”

"Then why punish me?" he couldn't figure out! he didn't think the girl was such a nosy person. Those ordinary people who died at the gate of the city, she wouldn't pay attention to them at all!

"It's your hand that strikes first. Qiao Mu dropped this sentence, not wanting to explain at all, so he handed the medicinal liquid in his hand to the guard on the side, "Give him a drink." ”

"This is the last test of the drug, if you are lucky not to die this time, even if you don't deserve to die, the past accounts will be written off. Xiao Mian said this coldly, turned around and left.

Yas didn't know what to do, but he felt a pain in his heart, and he was held down by the two guards, and he couldn't stop struggling, his eyes locked on her cold back, and he didn't take it back for a long time.

"Why?Do you think you'll be able to get rid of me?Don't even think about it!!Dead girl, dead girl, you give me back!I'll write you off!Give me back!" Yas kicked his leg angrily, glaring at the back of the girl's head with a pair of fierce eyes.

One of the guards couldn't hold back the young man who was struggling, and two more guards ran next to him, and hurriedly pressed him to his knees, holding his hands desperately with four hands, and pouring medicine into his mouth.

Yas choked on a mouthful of liquid and coughed loudly.

"Tsk. Wei Nanfeng walked over and chuckled, "I said, why are you like a stupid bear, so stupid and naïve?"

Wei Nanfeng dragged a stool and sat down in front of the Yas boy, and said with a smile on his face, "When you took a team of war eagles and ran to throw sharp bamboos at Murong Peak Lord, you were already destined to be an enemy between you and Xiaomi's facial paralysis, don't you understand?"

"Ahh

"Wow!" Wei Nanfeng jumped up, quickly kicked off the stool and walked away, commanding a few guards, "Hold him down, press him!