The tiger's sharp front paws slapped towards Wen Qingkite without warning.

Wen Qingkite's eyes flashed with a trace of absolute ruthlessness, and he pulled the cuijin that was paralyzed on the ground, and did not hesitate to bump into the whistling beast claws.

He rolled and ran towards the pavilion.

"Come on, come on."

She had forgotten that she had ordered not long ago that no one was allowed to come in. So, where will there be anyone?

She is a fourteen or fifteen-year-old delicate young lady, can she outrun a tiger?

However, he only rushed out two steps, and the fishy wind behind him was fierce, and he was pounced on with a pop.

Wen Qingyu's delicate and sweet face finally climbed into the fear she had never had.

"Mother, mother, save me." The trembling voice was stained with a heavy cry.

Called Mother? Wen Qingyu's eyes narrowed, it's useless for you to call Dad!

She won't forget the humiliation of Wen Qingyu by the arrogant Second Miss Wen in the past month!

Early this morning, this sweet little girl smiled at herself and was close to Yanyan, saying that she had lost her handkerchief and asked her to help find it?

Looking for a veil? Who will throw a veil in a cage?

Bad tricks, she is willing to be fooled, just to teach Wen Qingyuan a lesson!

On the pink and pink handkerchief, she was smoked with Wen Qingkite's favorite magnolia fragrance early in the morning.

The aroma hits the body and can be fatal when necessary.

How sensitive is an animal's sense of smell? Since you like tigers so much, you should enjoy the ecstasy of dancing with tigers!

Wen Qingyu patted his clothes gently, poor fat chicken, borrowed your blood for use, and went back to the temple to set up an immortal tablet for you, bless you to be reincarnated as a beast in the next life.

"Whew!"

The tiger roared angrily, the scarlet in his eyes became more and more hideous, and with a huge mouth, he bit Wen Qing's delicate neck.

Almost, the best way to torture people is not to make her die, but to make her worse than dead!

The slender fingers flicked on the waist again and again, and a little cold light suddenly sank into the big hole behind the tiger's ears, and the tiger's body fell down with a bang.

"Green kite, are you alright?"

Wen Qingyuan was already frightened, lying on the ground and not moving, her always smart eyes were completely out of focus, where was the old look.

Wen Qingyu cleanly poked the sharp hairpin into Wen Qingyu's mouth.

"Huh?" Wen Qingyuan woke up suddenly: "Old, tiger! ”

"The green kite is not afraid, the tiger is dead."

Wen Qing's loose eyes gradually focused, and she was crashing into a pair of cold and waveless, but deep eyes like a secluded pool.

Even the owner of those eyes was as thin as a bean sprout, and his face was full of malnutrition and yellow. But those eyes were brighter than the stars, and they instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Wen, Wen Qingyu?!"

"Hmm."

"You're not dead?" Wen Qingkite's shock finally completely overcame the fear in his heart, and he looked at the dead tiger again: "I know, you did it, you want to kill me." ”

"Who dares to harm my kite?" A high-pitched, high-pitched female voice suddenly came from the other side of the corridor.

There were several figures walking briskly on the corridor, and at the foreground was a woman in her thirties with exquisite makeup, embroidered with lifelike rich peonies on her water-red dress and a golden step with pomegranate flowers on her head, almost blinding in the sun.

It's a pretty charming face, but it's a pity that the lips are a little thinner, the cheekbones are a little higher, and the eyes are a little poisonous. It's always a little mean.

That is Wen Qingkite's mother, Prime Minister Wen Changfeng's eldest aunt Deng.

"Mother, Wen Qingyu's little slut wants to harm me, she let the tiger bite me!"

Deng's face darkened, and the disgust and gloom in the corners of Feiyang's eyes became even better.

"What about the little slut?"

"She's here, she's here, what about people?"