Mo Zishu shook the little girl's head and said softly: "I'm not angry yet, why are you so angry." But I still want me to take you to eat something delicious! ”

Ning Qianqian pursed her lips, her little face collapsed, she was pinched to the acupuncture points, and obediently followed the adults to eat.

It's so angry!

Adults are so good, they are all, they are all fools!

Most of the heavily armed patrol cultivators on the street were all vigilant, scanning every cultivator living here.

"My lord, I want to eat rice cakes."

Ning Qianqian stomped her feet, her voice was sweet, and the flying debris and shallow depressions on the soles of her feet made the cultivators around who pitied this little girl shudder and strode away.

"Don't move." The coquettish little girl suddenly grabbed a child who was hurrying by, and with a cold face, she slapped the child.

The dirty child sat on the ground with tears in his eyes, and cried pitifully at the gentle-looking woman in red: "Wow, why did this sister beat me?" ”

The woman in red looked at her coldly, and Ning Qianqian, who was angry, took out the half-cut long whip from her waist and said lightly: "If I were her, I would cut off your hands first, so that you wouldn't dare to steal; Kick and smash your feet so you can't run away; In the end, let your teeth fall out, so that you can't talk nonsense! ”

The sight is like a knife, scratching the child's flesh and cognition little by little.

The child who stole was stunned, and he twitched and twitched, and he couldn't even catch up with the crying, and he fled.

It's scary!

It's not that such a noble woman is soft-hearted!

Ning Qianqian watched the kid fall a few meters away, and then turned over a few heels in a hurry, running with both hands and feet, so she clapped her hands and laughed happily, and then swept a few cultivators who pointed at her and said.

"See, don't rush to make a move. Say what about you! Ning Qianqian pointed to one of the embarrassed young men: "I saw that you were going to come out to beat me just now." Well, it's his fault!"

"I—I." The young man looked left and right at a loss, as if he had remembered something later, and finally straightened his chest and gritted his teeth: "Then, it's not right to beat people, let alone beat children." ”

Mo Zishu was silent, looking at such a serious righteous monk, and felt that his hands were a little itchy.

This is a problem that came to admonish her in the past few years and tried to make her change her ways.

Whoever is nagged for a few hours every day will take out a weapon and beat people directly, not to mention that she has been read for several months, and when she sees a righteous monk, she directly wants to throw a whip!

And Ning Qianqian glared, took a few steps forward, grabbed the collar of the young man, and shouted, "Phew! If this is my aunt's life-saving money, then this little thing is a murder for money!"

"But it's not life-saving money!" Not to be outdone, the young man also glared back, but the red from his neck to the top of his head was not so convincing: "That's still a child, you can follow the temptation!" ”

That's still a kid!

Ning Qianqian rolled her eyes, staggered the young man by pushing him, and looked at him pitifully: "I didn't know that you were a fool, offended." ”

Child?

Not to mention illiterate children, at this time, even if they can walk, maybe they have a few knives at their waists!

Where did this come from?

"You!" The young man's face turned even redder, staring at Ning Qianqian, who was dancing with teeth and claws, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted again and again: "Master, here!" ”

I want to see who has a grudge against your family and raised such a fool.

Ning Qianqian pursed her lips and turned back while touching the long knife on her waist.

And Mo Zishu tilted her head slightly, which was not interested, and then raised her eyebrows, and a meaningful smile appeared on her coquettish face.

Acquaintances.