Author: Wen Jiutao

Or Huo Jiang is just a rough man, but he has the intention of a scholar? He even asked straight, "Who is Qian'er with?"

Wan Rongchang curled the corner of his lips and replied very gentlemanly, "I didn't see clearly, I'm nearby."

Huo Shiyu was originally a delicate heart. In Wan Rongchang's words just now, she had already heard what it meant, so she turned the topic at the right time and said, "Young Master Wan, stand here and wait."

"Yan'er is naughty, I don't know who to chase just now."

After Mr. Wan finished speaking, Huo Shiyu's little head was turning rapidly. She knew Wan Rongyan's temper. Even though she had never had a close relationship, she had heard that she was straightforward and arrogant, and the rebelliousness of some men.

It’s not that Huo Shiyu can’t do anything, but when she was young, the old Marquis taught her for a while. He could learn poetry and describe the red poems at a glance, but she was just a knot in martial arts practice. She couldn’t do anything to teach.

Wan Rongchang pointed to the alley where the iron was thieving without any concealment and said, "I don't know how naughty I am now, so who are you having fun with."

People who practice martial arts are very sensitive to fighting. Except for Huo Shiyu, the people here are all martial arts masters.

Although Mr. Wan didn't know who Wan Rongyan was chasing, he didn't take it seriously. What else could he do in broad daylight? At most it was a matter of his little daughter's family, just a few words. He was a great man, even if Wan Rongyan didn't come back, he didn't chase him.

Wan Rongchang and Brother Jin and others were also on the verge of purposelessness. Where are you standing?

What if something happens?

When the group stood at the exit of the alley and looked at the blacksmith shop not far away, everyone's eyes suddenly tightened.

So when Huo Shiyu proposed this, he nodded and quickly followed Shiyu to the alley. Huo Jiang and Huo Shiyu ran over so quickly, and the others also quickly followed.

After teaching for two years, the old marquis really had no choice but to give up.

At this time, Huo Shiyu pulled Huo Jiang and said, "Dad, let's go and have a look. Maybe there is Qian'er?"

Who are she chasing here? Thinking of the words Mr. Wan didn't say just now, she whispered softly again, "Where has Yan'er gone?"

Of course, Huo Jiang is not interested in who is naughty when chasing his youngest daughter, but what if there is Huo Qian? It would be different. Qian'er is originally weak and needs to be sensible even if he is having fun with him. That is, the maids and servants in the mansion occasionally make trouble with him. Outsiders really can't do it. He is afraid that Huo Qian will hurt him.

I can't say that Huo Shiyu can't do anything at all. She has practiced for several years, which means that for Jiuli, nothing is considered.

I saw dozens of people from the guards lying on the ground in a mess, screaming and sighing, some touching their waists, some holding their legs, and some stroking their arms. The ordinary people in the blacksmith shop were curled up in a secluded corner, holding their heads in their clothes, and were so scared that they didn't move.

When Jiuli swept and kicked the last guard in the air, they all saw clearly.

When Huo Jiang saw this, he pointed at Jiuli angrily and said, "What are you doing!"
Chapter completed!