In fact, Qiao Le didn't have anything to do at the beginning. It's like a person who falls and hurts, but before she sees the wound, she doesn't hurt at all.

The same was true of Qiao Le at that time.

But there must be a limit to self-deception.

Qiao Le finally looked in the mirror after packing everything up.

Good guy, nine golden thunderbolts, all entrenched in the fire of her dark eyebrows.

You won't let me, and I won't let you.

They were silent and dormant, as if they were comparing themselves to each other.

Qiao Le didn't know why he felt this way. All she knew was that her non-chieftain hunch told her that she was going to be doomed tonight.

And it turns out that the non-chiefs are always right.

When the nine thunderbolts rang out one after another, the entire Fengdi Pavilion was in chaos.

Expensive vases crack when they say they say, and tables, chairs, cabinets, all the furnishings can become murder weapons that almost murder her for various reasons.

And the most terrifying thing is, of course, the beams above her head that may crack at any time.

No matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives.

What's more, it's not a kitchen knife, it's a beam?

Agarwood: "Miss, we, what should we do now?" Come on, go and invite the prince and the prince to come and ......"

This scene shocked all the experienced maids in Fengdi Pavilion. As for the newcomer, he was stupid on the spot.

Is this the strength of the peerless plague god, the county lord of Qiaole?

Terrible, terrible......

Fortunately, Agarwood is still calm, which can stabilize the scene. It's just that for her, she can't seem to think of any other way than to send someone to find the prince and the prince.

However, this method was rejected by the county lord.

Qiao Le: "No, you don't need to look for them. I have a way, there should be a way......"

At this moment, Qiao Le was holding his special pillow with both hands, trembling and moving.

Because she knew very well that looking for her father and her brother would not work at all.

Otherwise, Qiao Le would not have been stoned to death in the past.

So if the non-chief wants to save his life, who is the most reliable?

Of course, it's the Emperor of Europe!

Qiao Le raised her hand and pushed the window open, good guy, those two window leaves just touched her hand, and before she pushed it, they were directly gone.

Where did you go, you fell downstairs......

Qiao Le: "......"

In modern times, it's a pity that a talent like her doesn't go to work in the demolition office, right?

And when she reached the window, the opposite window opened at the same time.

Qiao Le, who looked at each other and had a pillow on his head, and Jun Yan, who was full of shock, met again in embarrassment tonight.

And they were separated for only half an hour.

The so-called fate is wonderful......

Qiao Le: "Jun Yan, do you mind, do I come to sit in the Pavilion tonight?" ”

Jun Yan: "......"

Qiao Le: "Then why don't you come to my Fengdi Pavilion to sit again?" ”

Jun Yan: "......"

The young man was silent for a long time, looked at Fengdi Pavilion, and said in his heart, where do you still have a place to sit?

After all, from Jun Yan's point of view, it seems that there is no place to put your feet in Fengdi Pavilion......

What should be broken, what shouldn't be broken, all broken.

Well, it seems, only the house hasn't collapsed.

Jun Yan: "Still, come here......"

With that, he took two steps back and motioned for Qiao Le to climb over on his own.

Because the windows on both sides are really close, with Qiao Le's current martial arts, there is no problem jumping over.

At least he thinks......

Well, it was he who was sloppy......