Chapter 339: Cheer Her On

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Yan Nuo lazily raised his eyelids, turned sideways, dodged a teacup that suddenly fell, rubbed his nose, and then slowly spoke:

"I said it in such detail, I want to be a 'ghost who understands'."

The corner of her mouth smiled sweetly, "You are very smart." ”

Yan Nuo nodded, "Then please be more careful and tell me why you want to kill me." ”

Yan Shu glanced at Tao Ranqin behind her, "This is obvious." ”

Yan Nuo grinned, revealing a neat row of teeth, yes, it was indeed obvious that she had hurt her cousin, and then she had come to take revenge.

"You think I'm good at fooling?"

Yan Nuo chuckled at the corners of his mouth, staring at her with half-squinted eyes.

Yan Shu also responded with a smile, "Reason...... Hehe, you shouldn't let him pay attention to you. ”

Yan Nuo's jaw was clear, and it was self-evident that the "he" in Yan Shu's mouth naturally referred to Jin Yu.

Therefore, Yanshu likes Jinyu, and she accidentally let Jinyu pay attention to herself, so she is 'damned'!

After thinking clearly, Yan Nuo shook his head helplessly, hey......

Bigotry!

"You say, they're normal, aren't they?"

Xiao Zhengtai was lying on a stool chair with half a leg missing, looking directly at Yan Nuo, and the words were Fu Xue.

Fu Xue covered her mouth and nose, this dusty, smoky miasma, "Estimated, it's normal?" ”

"Hey, obviously I asked you, and now you still come to ask me, you are really boring." Xiao Zhengtai didn't pity the white of his eyes, and directly contempted Fu Xue for a while.

"Adults don't care about villains, sister, I'll forgive you for not being big or small."

Fu Xue waved his hand in front of him, and after sweeping away some dust, he continued:

"But they're the rhythm before the storm."

When Xiao Zhengtai heard this, he suddenly came to his senses, and his eyes immediately locked on the two of them-

"It's kind of interesting."

Yan Shujiao laughed, and reminded: "Pay attention." ”

"Drinkβ€”"

With a loud shout, Yan Shu shook all over, her feet moved, her steps were extremely frequent, and with a sweep of her wrist, she pulled out a long red whip from her waist and rushed towards Yan Nuo.

Her figure moved very quickly, and it seemed that only a touch of blue could be seen, and in an instant, she burst into front of Yan Nuo!

"Smack-"

Mixed with the blow of internal force, Yan Nuo dodged sideways, and the black hair raised half a beautiful arc in the air, after all, the hair was too short.

Lower waist, a backflip dodged, Yan Shu's long whip hit the air, "click" a crisp sound, the tip of the whip swept to the big pillar in the auction hall, and a hole was drawn.

"What's the matter, my mother, it's too dangerous, isn't it?"

Fu Xue smacked her tongue.

Xiao Zhengtai answered: "Yes, if you pump it on her, it will hurt her for a while." ”

Fu Xue glanced at Xiao Zhengtai: "Come on for her." ”

"Come on?"

Xiao Zhengtai frowned, and looked at Fu Xue like an idiot, although he didn't know what 'come on' was for, but he was very idiotic when he heard it, okay!

"Yan Nuo, you're hiding pretty fast."

The corners of Yan Shu's mouth hooked, and before Yan Nuo could stand firmly, he threw out the long whip in his hand and shouted in his mouth:

"Red Blood Whip, Random Whip Method."

The long whip was like a sharp blade, wrapped in a layer of sharp internal force, and under her swing, it was like a poisonous snake, attacking towards Yan Nuo's front doorβ€”

The cold wind came to the face in an instant.

Yan Nuo leaned back and took a few steps back, "Pumping is very cool?" ”

Avoiding the wind, he grabbed a piece of wood and threw it at Yan Shu.

With an eyebrow, the crimson whip in his hand flexibly shot down the wood, and then swept towards Yan Nuo.

"Yannuo, go on."

Fu Xue said, as soon as the 'weapon' in his hand was thrown, Yan Nuo took it casually, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, wouldn't it look too shabby?

After dodging Yan Shu's attack again, Yan Nuo's eyes signaled, and Fu Xue understood in seconds:

"Oops, make do, that's it."