Before Qian Haohan came and remembered to ask her what she was going to do, he felt a sharp pain in his scalp. The pain caused him to immediately drop the sword in his hand, hold his head and scream.

In the 21st century, when women fight with women, they just pull their hair, slap them in the face, etc. Qian Duoduo is very good at it, but he never thought that he would be useful once he traveled through time.

A charming smile appeared on the cherry red lips, as if she couldn't hear Qian Haohan's painful howls at all, but just grabbed his hair and dragged him around.

However, Duo'er's little hands were delicate and delicate and could not withstand such rough hair, so she just pulled a strand of long hair, but every cell of Qian Haohan felt as if he was being stabbed.

In addition to crying out in pain, all his strength was concentrated on his scalp. He had no chance to resist her, but he still cursed relentlessly: "Qian Duoduo, you bitch, let me go... ugh

Yo, it hurts me so much..."

When saying this, Qian Duoduo pulled his hair with one hand, pulled off the belt on his shirt with the other, quickly wrapped it around his neck, and then pulled it away hard, almost strangling him to death.

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Qian Haohan stopped cursing immediately, his face became increasingly pale due to suffocation, and he coughed.

"Sister-in-law, please be merciful, be merciful... If this continues, someone may die..." The old bustard was so frightened that her face turned pale, but for the sake of the reputation of Baihua House, Qian Duoduo could not be allowed to behave like this.

Otherwise, if Qian Shangshu and Concubine Yun were to pursue the case, how many lives would they have to pay for it?

Qian Duoduo glanced at the Madam, and saw that Qian Haohan was beaten to death by her, with tears in her eyes. Only then did she feel a little relieved, and grabbed the belt around his neck like a dead dog.

, he sat on a chair, took a sip of tea in a leisurely manner, then cast a sidelong glance at the madam and said, "Go and get me a rope."

The old bustard didn't dare to refute Qian Duoduo's words now, so he immediately turned around and took a hemp rope and handed it to Qian Duoduo.

Qian Duoduo let go of Qian Haohan, and the man immediately seemed to be reborn, holding his neck and breathing in the air, but now he was like a lifeless skin, ready to be slaughtered.

Qian Duoduo quickly grabbed his wrist, grabbed him to a pillar in a hall, and then tied his body to the pillar like a rice dumpling.

At this time, Qian Haohan's clothes were wide open, his hair was messy, and his face was pale. Not to mention how embarrassed he was. Seeing Qian Duoduo's clutches reaching towards him, he couldn't help but ask: "Qian Duoduo, what are you going to do?

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"What are you doing? Of course you are doing a good thing..." Qian Duoduo looked innocent: "Didn't my brother just say that he wanted to peel off my cramps... How could I go against my brother's wishes?"

As he spoke, he bent down and picked up a sharp sword from the ground, stared at his chest, looked at it thoughtfully for a while, and then said: "My prince said that my calligraphy is like a ghost talisman, so he asked me to practice it carefully."

As for practicing calligraphy... there happens to be a ready-made human skin template for me to practice calligraphy. Brother... what do you think I should carve on your chest?"

"Hmm...bitch? Stallion? Pork chop skin? Ah! By the way, how about just drawing a big turtle? What do you think?"
Chapter completed!