Chunniang rushed in and was secretly relieved to see Li Qingrong intact.

She rolled her apricot eyes, and suddenly turned into a warm mother, Sang, and surrounded her with concern to touch this and that.

After confirming that the young lady was not secretly injured, I remembered that there was another villain in this house.

"Miss, you step back," Chun Niang swallowed her saliva and nervously escorted her master to the door.

"Eh, I said ......"

"Shut up, you old thief!"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chunniang's loud voice, and his face turned purple.

What is this called, he just wants to take a nap as usual, and is occupied by these two strange doves, cough cough, well, this is not his house.

Anyway, it disturbed him to rest and didn't apologize politely, who did he provoke, thinking coldly, he was awakened by Chunniang's sudden stone attack.

Funny dodging left and right, shouting bad luck in the bottom of my heart!

Today, I should take a look at the yellow calendar, how did I meet such two wonders!

No eyes, vulgar and impolite, it's simply unbearable.

The tiger is not powerful, you and I are a sick cat, hey, the shape and shadow of the cold and uninhibited feet change, and it is so fast that people can't see the number of roads clearly.

His body was like lightning, his movements were fast, he leaped like a fly, and after a few ups and downs, he came to the eyes of the two of them, like a glimpse of light, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Li Qingrong was shocked, and with a heavy face, he pulled Chunniang straight out of the house.

Suddenly, the wind behind her struck, and she keenly pushed down Chunniang, and at the same time, her body was short, and she raised her legs and swept across, like a heavy whip, intending to attack her lower plate.

But this time the old man seemed to be different from the ruffians and hooligans he had encountered in the past, as if he had some real skills, and he saw the old man jump and dodge lightly.

Li Qingrong's face was grim, and her teeth were clenched, it was the first time she had encountered this kind of scene.

Forcing herself to calm down, that Fang Chunniang got up to pull her to escape.

"Miss, danger, hurry, let's run!"

"Hahahaha, little girl, I have finally seen how powerful my Master Leng is," he curled the corners of his mouth proudly, smiling like an old chrysanthemum in the wind.

"Don't go yet, old man, I'm bored all day long, so I like to find something new."

"I can't go," Li Qingrong looked around vigilantly, that person was extremely fast, and he must have a stunt.

Their current situation is tantamount to just escaping from the wolf and falling into the mouth of the tiger.

"Hey, this nerd is still a bit brainy, that's right, you two can't leave today, oh yes," he added as if he had thought of something, "You remember correctly, it was the old man who deliberately bumped into you that day." ”

Chun Niang heard this like a keg of dynamite that had been ignited, and she was still complaining pessimistically about God in her heart one moment ago, and now she heard the provocation of this strange old man.

I can't take it anymore! The mouth stinks!

was about to rush over to fight to the death, but was stopped by Li Qingrong with a black face.

She comforted softly, not forgetting to deal with the old man.

"You're the famous jade-faced Langjun, right?"

pretended to be polite, but in fact, he vomited a lot in his heart.

The eldest husband can bend and stretch, Li Qingrong admonished himself like this.

Hearing this, Leng Uninhibited appeared curiously, straightened the hem of his clothes, and said unruly: "That's right, although your girl's face stinks," bent down to take a closer look, and blew her nails critically: "It's okay to look good, and its memory is barely qualified." ”

His footsteps moved slightly, and he came to Li Qingrong's eyes in an instant.

Punches quickly, as hard as steel, wrapped in gusts of wind, whistling out, smashing violently, from top to bottom, directly hitting people's vital places.

Li Qingrong tried hard to hide, but her body was weak and weak, and she leaned out with difficulty.

The short, bruised fist was only a fraction of a minute from her pupils, and the shot was fast and ruthless, and the whirring wind exploded in her ears.

"Hey, Seven Kills," Leng Unruly seemed to have discovered something funny, and withdrew his fists in time.