"Yes, who are you?" asked Qianran with her head tilted, but she couldn't help but feel a chill in her back, and she felt a tingling sensation in her scalp.

This man's voice is certainly good, but unfortunately it is too thin and cold. Such a handsome man, who looks weak and as thin as a pear blossom, must be a cover-up. She dared to conclude that he was definitely not sick and weak, but very strong. Otherwise, he would not have been talked about by the world, and he would have become a hot topic in various countries. Otherwise, among the seven kings and two princes, there would be no him!

Following her gaze, the white-clothed marquis also thought that he hadn't taken a good look at this fat mound. At this moment, her floral dress is torn and ragged. Her long hair was fluffy, her bun was crooked, half of her bangs covered half of her chubby face, and she was more of a beggar than a wild girl on the roadside! her neck, elbows, knees, and bare feet were covered with scars of all kinds of uneven size.

And perhaps it is precisely because of this that it reflects the vigorous spirit of her whole person. Especially her only pair of eyes, which can hold her hand, reveal a nameless light, bright and flawless, and faintly mysterious.

Mysterious? He couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He knew this woman. The wonder of the waste, the scum of the best! No one would think that such a fat dun is a talent. However, the calmness and calmness she unintentionally showed just now, the chill that quietly appeared in her eyes, was it that he was wrong?

I didn't expect the white marquis to look at this fat man, and for a while, the person beside him didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing him and causing trouble, so he had to watch silently, waiting for the time to speak.

Chiran was a little impatient. What kind of white-clothed marquis is actually looking at her, and he is still distracted. But no matter what the situation is, if she wants to leave, she must capture the thief and capture the king first! As long as she restrains the white-clothed marquis, she must wander away among thousands of troops and horses, and this is the only way. However, the dangers are also enormous. It's a gamble!

At this moment, she couldn't think about it much, and suddenly her posture moved. With an extremely strange trajectory, her figure rushed out of the soldiers besieging her and forced towards the white-clothed marquis.

The white-clothed marquis's eyes froze, and he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, and for a moment he realized that several people on his side were shaken back by a nameless force, and they stumbled to the ground, all of them instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and stared incredulously at the fat dun who had already pinched the neck of the white-clothed marquis with one hand.

"If you dare to hurt Master Hou, you will die!" The leader of the white-clothed guards, who was the first to react, glared at her angrily and roared.

Qian Ran shrugged, the flesh on his body bounced one by one, it was not funny, but no one had time to appreciate it now, and he could laugh when he had time: "Miss Ben wants to leave, but she has to make this decision! Since King Hua dislikes Miss Ben as a burden, Miss Ben should be interested and find a way to leave by herself! Bai Yihou, do you say?"

The white-clothed marquis had come back to his senses at this moment, and there was a trace of chagrin in his heart. Once upon a time, he was conceited that no one could get close to him, but now he was actually approached by a waste, and she was choked by the neck, which was a great shame to think about! If this reached the ears of those few people, wouldn't his reputation be completely ruined! And he would end up being ridiculed! Damn waste!

His eyebrows furrowed, his eyes crossed with ruthless anger, but his smile was weak, and his weak voice overflowed again: "Let Ben Hou go." Ben Hou can see that you are the descendant of the Yilian family, and spare you from dying. ”