Chapter 692: I Make Next Year's Day Your Death Day

Chu Yunyao held a sword flower with one hand, and with five fingers, he spun suddenly, turning He Jingshu's body half a circle, and the long sword pressed across He Jingshu's neck.

The cold blade stuck to his skin like a snake, and He Jingshu's frightened soul was almost gone.

She is the eldest lady of the He family and the future young lady of the Feng family, her status is noble, no one can compare, she expected that this kind of guard was to scare her, and she didn't dare to really touch her in the slightest.

Otherwise, let alone the He family, even the Feng family would not let him go.

I didn't expect that this young lady of the Mo family was a soft and hard master, and she really dared to cut her.

He Jingshu exclaimed: "You dare to touch my hair, believe it or not, I will make all of you Mo family inseparable from the south for the rest of your lives." ”

"Really?" Chu Yunyao sneered, "That's right, we have taken root in the south, I see if Feng Shaojin will turn against our Mo family for you, but I heard Feng Yichen say that Feng Shaojin is for Ling Wei, but he can't even want his life." ”

He Jingshu's body trembled like chaff, and her confidence was insufficient: "So what? The Feng family doesn't want to see her? I forgive you for not daring to touch me. ”

As soon as the words fell, Chu Yunyao's arm was raised and kicked on her calf.

He Jingshu sat on the ground, only to feel a pain in her neck, and before she could react, her jet-black hair was scattered from her head.

She raised her hand and touched her neck, touching a trace of blood, and then going up, she found that her cherished long hair had been cut off by Chu Yunyao and turned into short hair.

He Jingshu burst into tears, her voice sharp as if it could pierce the roof: "Arrest me, you dare to hurt me, if I don't punish this wicked woman today, I will lose the face of my He family." ”

Seeing this, the guards immediately rushed up, wanting to arrest Chu Yunyao and Mu Qing.

The others in the lobby trembled with fear.

Especially Doctor Jiang, looking at this situation with fear, kindly persuaded: "Young lady, the hero does not suffer the immediate loss, don't be the enemy of the eldest lady of the He family, you can be soft and apologize to the eldest lady of the He family." ”

This is the south, which is the territory of the He family and the Feng family, not in Jincheng.

The young lady is so rigid, and she is working against Miss He, isn't she making trouble for Mo Shao?

Now not only has he shaved Miss He's long hair, but also cut Miss He's neck, which is the face of the He family and the Feng family.

If the people in charge of the He family and the Feng family get angry, the entire people in the shelter will be implicated by the young lady.

How good is that?

Chu Yunyao was silent, her clear eyes stared at He Jingshu coldly, raised her hand and threw it back, throwing the long sword in her hand back into Mu Qing's hand.

When she raised her hand again, she held four sharp blades between the tips of her fingers, and with a wave of her long fingers, eight sharp blades came out of her hand, shooting quickly towards the crowd that rushed towards her.

The weapons in the guard's hands fell to the ground one after another, and the right wrist holding his left hand stepped back one after another, screaming in pain.

He Jingshu took a closer look, and saw that among the guards she brought over, a small half of them were injured in the wrists, and the blade sank into the wrists of the guards holding the weapons, for fear of cutting off the meridians of those people's right wrists.

Before He Jingshu could react from her panic, a cold pistol was pointed at her forehead.

The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at her brow like a call from death.

Chu Yunyao walked towards her step by step, standing in front of her, her stunning little face expressionless, as if the guards who were bloody before they got close to her were not injured by her.

"Do you dare to challenge my bottom line again, believe it or not, let me make next year's day your death day?"