The girl shouted with shame, and she didn't know whether it was anger or annoyance. She raised the mysterious bow in her hand again without thinking, pulled out the arrow feathers and set the bow string to aim at Feng Jiu and let it go.

"call out!"

The sharp arrow feathers carried a mysterious aura and shot at Fengjiu's heart at an unsightly speed, as if they were planning to kill Fengjiu, and they were full of murderous intent as soon as they made their move.

The girl stood and didn't move. The middle-aged man in the lead seemed to be intentionally indulging him. After all, in their opinion, Feng Jiu was just a little beggar without mysterious energy. Perhaps it was because of his good luck that he had come here. People like him could strangle him with just one finger.

Ling Mohan, who was several steps away from Fengjiu, did not stop him at this time. He wanted to see how much ability this little beggar has? Judging from his observation of her, she was not a brainless person. On the contrary, she was very smart and could not do things that were unsure.

However, she clearly didn't have a trace of mysterious aura on her body, and where did she come from the confidence that she dared to provoke others?

Just as I was thinking, my eyes suddenly shrank.

She turned over and shot somersaults and avoided the arrow. The arrow happened to be shot under her and did not hurt her at all.

Seeing this scene, not only Ling Mohan, but also a hint of surprise flashed through the middle-aged and young man's eyes. You should know that the other party had no mysterious aura at all, and they knew how fast and sharp that arrow was shot out. Normally, this little beggar could not avoid it.

But he avoided it, which proves that he is not as simple as he shows.

"hateful!"

The girl shouted in anger, stretched out her back, took out an arrow feather and put it on the string, then shot it out.

But even though the sharp arrow aimed at the little beggar could not hit him, he shot several arrows in the air. When he looked at the little beggar, he raised his chin and glanced at her with a smile on his face, as if saying: You have only such skills?

She was so angry that she pulled away the mysterious bow, pulled out the dagger from her waist and attacked her.

"Let's come again? I'm not polite." Feng Jiu's smile on his lips was a little weird, and his eyes swept across the girl's plump chest. Facing the dagger attacking her, she did not avoid it and instead greeted her.

"Little beggar! Go to death!"

Ling Mohan stared at Feng Jiu's movements, and she instantly stepped forward with a strange method to snatch the dagger from the girl's hand. The speed was so fast that even he couldn't see clearly how she did it.

When I looked again, the dagger had already reached her hand. When I saw her step moving behind the girl, she actually took the opportunity to touch the other party's snow-white skin with one hand, which made him unable to help but trace a few black lines on his forehead.

Is this really a woman? Is it certainly not a little hooligan?

"Tsk, it's so slippery."

Feng Jiu praised, his eyes half-closed, and he hugged the girl's soft slender waist with one hand, but he held the dagger in the other hand and pressed against her graceful snow neck, as if he was deliberately teasing her. He also approached her neck and smelled it, looking intoxicated.

"It smells so good!"

This time, even the middle-aged man who was silent and silent had a dark face at this time.

The young man next to him was also angry, with obvious anger in his eyes, and his hands under his sleeves were even tightened into fists. If he hadn't seen the girl in the other party's hands, he would have really couldn't help but take action.
Chapter completed!