Seeing Tu Hu approaching with bad intentions, Ning Jing'er was calm on the surface, but she was already panicked in her heart.

She felt that today's Tu Hu was different from usual, in the past, Tu Hu always deliberately concealed his violence in front of her, pretending to be gentle.

But now, Tu Hu completely revealed the desire in his heart, and his eyes were full of greed.

Ning Jing'er was timid, in terms of strength, she was not Tu Hu's opponent at all, there was only one Meng Jing who had not cultivated by her side, and she couldn't stop Tu Hu at all.

Seeing that Tu Hu was only a few feet away from her, Ning Jing'er could even feel Tu Hu's hot snort, she tried to stabilize her mind and shouted:

"My father is a monk of the Three Vortex Monks, if you dare to hurt me, he will definitely take your life!"

Ning Jing'er knew that the Tu family had always been jealous of her father Ning Dan's strength, and she wanted to use this to scare Tu Hu.

Tu Hu didn't think so, grabbed Ning Jing'er's slender jade hand, looked at Ning Jing'er's lovely figure, and saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Ning Jing'er was furious, her willow eyebrows furrowed, and she waved her hand and slapped it in Tu Hu's face.

Tu Hu didn't hide, let the slap "snap" on his face, touching the red handprints on his face, he enjoyed it very much, and let out wanton laughter.

Ning Jing'er was stunned, she was a daughter, where had she seen such a scene, and she was at a loss for a while.

Taking advantage of Ning Jing'er's distraction, Tu Hu raided and grabbed her other hand.

At this time, Ning Jing'er was completely unable to move, she also had the cultivation of a martial artist, but she was inexperienced and could not perform it, and was finally easily subdued by Tu Hu.

"Take away your dirty hands, don't touch my ......"

Ning Jing'er was coquettish, struggling desperately, but she couldn't shake Tu Hu's thick arms in the slightest, and tears fell down like pearls with broken threads.

Tu Hu clasped Ning Jing'er's hands with one hand, and rubbed Ning Jing'er's body with one free hand, screaming all kinds of foul language in his mouth.

Seeing that the woman he had been thinking about day and night was in his hands, Tu Hu became more and more excited and began to pull Ning Jing'er's clothes.

Ning Jing'er was about to despair, she looked around, trying to find someone for help.

The servants of the horse farm all hid far away, and looked at the slaughtered tiger in horror one by one.

Only Meng Jing was not far away, without the slightest fear on his face, but he was gloating about watching a good show.

"This scumbag. ”

Ning Jing'er cried and scolded, not knowing whether she was scolding Meng Jing or slaughtering the tiger.

Ning Jing'er finally gave up struggling, she understood that Tu Hu dared to blatantly molest her, but she didn't see her father stop her, something must have happened.

There is only one weak Meng Jing left beside him, and Tu Hu can slap him to death with one palm.

Ning Jing'er closed her tear-stained eyes in despair, quietly waiting for the most humiliating moment, and the smug laughter of Tu Hu echoed in her ears.

But at that moment, it was delayed, and I only heard a "bang", and I felt that Tu Hu's hand was released.

Ning Jing'er opened her eyes and saw Tu Hu covering her forehead, and there was a stove on the ground next to her slowly rolling.

Tu Hu stared at Meng Jing angrily, his forehead was bruised, and he roared:

"You, find, die!"

After seeing Meng Jing's hand heater "disappear", Ning Jing'er immediately understood.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was not her father who had always relied on her, not the servant who accompanied her day and night, but the waste prince who she felt was useless.

She smiled, bitterly.

At this moment, her heart was touched by something.

"You go quickly, don't get in the way here. ”

Ning Jing'er kept giving Meng Jing a look, she thought that Meng Jing would be beaten to death by Tuhu if he didn't leave, and wanted him to leave to find his father for help.

But Meng Jing didn't seem to understand what Ning Jing'er meant, but walked leisurely in front of Tu Hu.

He is different from Ning Jing'er, Ning Jing'er is just disgusted with Tu Hu, while Meng Jing has hatred for Tu Hu from the bottom of her heart.

Since Meng Jing came to Pingzhou, the Tu family has been pressing on the Xinwang Mansion step by step, intending to replace it, and the wolf's ambition is known to passers-by.

They are squeezing the last vitality of the Xinwang Mansion step by step, trampling on the dignity of the royal family of the Great Jin Kingdom, and the greed of people is nothing more than this.

Meng Jing was assassinated by the Tu family many times, and the dignified Jin prince was forced by his subordinates not to show his face, so humiliating, he endured it.

He understands that what he is doing at this moment is for the last time to let go.

The time is near.

Meng Jing just took action to stop Tu Hu, but he was not used to it, and he did not have a good impression of the Ning family, in his eyes, the Ning family was the same as the Tu family, they were greedy wolves.

Seeing that Meng Jing didn't leave, Ning Jing'er was anxious, why didn't this guy open his mind?

She urged a few more times, but Meng Jing remained unmoved.

As night fell, the killing machine gradually rose.

The purple light cluster in Meng Jing's body had completely awakened, and his spiritual power was surging, and his aura was accompanied.

Meng Jing tried his best to suppress it, and every night, under the influence of that strange spiritual power, he became extremely ruthless and decisive.

At this moment, a mere warrior slaughtering a tiger is not worth mentioning at all.

Tu Hu didn't notice Meng Jing's abnormality, he was furious, a waste with no cultivation dared to do anything to him.

This kind of waste, it must die!

Tu Hu was like an angry beast, gathering strength with one punch, and his momentum was like a rainbow, hitting Meng Jing's face, wanting to smash this white face.

However, the result disappointed him again, Meng Jing blocked the punch with one hand, and his body stood as still as a mountain.

Tu Hu was stunned, his anger disappeared by half, he looked at Meng Jing incredulously, and he really didn't see that this little white face had any cultivation.

How could he possibly catch that punch?

Meng Jing's expression was as cold as ice, at this moment, his body was completely enveloped by that spiritual power, and he could only barely lock the veins and hide his breath.

The anger in his spiritual power had already affected his state of mind, and he had a little more killing intent.

If Tu Hu dares to take another half step, Meng Jing can guarantee that his blood will be spattered three feet, and the butcher will have to do a funeral tomorrow.

Tu Hu struggled for a while, still not believing what had just happened, he wanted to attack Meng Jing again.

"Stop!" a scolding came from afar.

A powerful spiritual power came from far and near, with the sound.

The strong wind blew, and a tall middle-aged man appeared in the racecourse, he was Ning Dan, the head of the Ning family.

Such an amazing aura instantly overwhelmed the momentum of everyone in the field.

Ning Dan was dressed in a brown robe, with sword eyebrows and blazing eyes, and his beard was like a halberd, and his momentum was extraordinary.

He saw Meng Jing, he didn't pay attention, his expression was still as contemptuous as ever, in his eyes, Meng Jing was nothing but a royal title, just a poor worm attached to the feet of the Ning family.

Ning Dan is a three-whirlpool monk, and he has not encountered an opponent in Pingzhou, so it is expected that the warriors who slaughter the tiger will not dare to make a move with him.

Ning Dan deliberately released his spiritual power, wanting to deter Tu Hu and make him retreat.

Tu Hu knew Ning Dan's strength well, he didn't dare to compete with him, restrained his pampered color, saluted and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he suddenly shouted to Ning Jing'er:

"Miss Ning, you will be my woman in a few days, and we will talk more at that time, hahaha......"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Ning Jing'er was very smart, she tasted something from Tu Hu's words at once, and she hurriedly looked at Ning Dan.

At this time, the father, who had always doted on her, had a different color on his face, and he was embarrassed to avoid Ning Jing'er's gaze.

"Daddy, what's wrong, why did Tu Hu suddenly come to our house?"

"It's not a big deal, just ask him to talk about tomorrow's Dragon Gate Festival. ”

Ning Dan's voice was obviously weaker, he was not a person who could lie, in order to hide his embarrassment, he turned around and hurried to leave.

Ning Jing'er chased after her reluctantly.

Meng Jing was the only one left in the racecourse, and he had already vaguely guessed what had happened, and the Ning family and the Tu family had reached an agreement.

He didn't care about this, because after tomorrow night's Longmen Festival, Pingzhou might have to change the day.

These days, the city is full of swordsmen and swordsmen, the atmosphere is depressing, the undercurrent is surging, and the blizzard is coming.

This year's Chinese New Year's Eve is probably going to see blood.

Wait, how did you get to the racecourse just now, I forgot the way.

How do I walk back?

Looking at the empty horse farm, the road idiot prince looked loveless.

......

Tu Hu returned to Tu Mansion, only to be stopped by Ning Dan, at this moment he was not angry, on the contrary, he was a little excited.

"Hu'er, you're back, how did you talk to Ning Dan?"

A hoarse voice came, it was Tu Shenjia, the head of the Tu family.

Tu Shenjia's beard is white, his face is kind, his eyes are closed and he pretends to sleep, and he has the style of a hermit.

Tu Hu put away the arrogance on his body and bowed respectfully to his father.

"Father, it's going well, Ning Dan has made a bloody effort to reconcile with us this time, he is willing to marry Miss Ning, who is regarded as a treasure, to the child as a concubine, and he will discuss the specific matters with us at the Dragon Gate Festival tomorrow night. ”

Tu Shenjia raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing an old smile:

"It's really sincere, but it's a pity, Ning Dan's death is approaching. ”

"Ning Dan has always been conceited, with his three whirlpools of cultivation, it is expected that we will not dare to completely break with him, thanks to my father's strategy, he secretly invited three monks with a lot of money, no matter how powerful Ning Dan is, he will definitely lose with one enemy and three enemies, hahaha......"

"Hu'er, after tomorrow, Pingzhou will really be the Pingzhou of our butcher's family, and the Ning family and the Xinwang Mansion will have to be erased. ”