The next thing is to go back to the manor and have a good talk with Brother Zha. If you can cooperate well, then forget it, otherwise you will have to do it.

As she has never done anyone by herself, she really can't bear it, so she will be faster and feel better in her heart.

Mo Ming: "Dispair~, you are getting more and more disgusting."

Xining: "Are you considered a human?"

...Mo Ming: "It's getting more and more annoying!"

Ignore it, just hate it. Anyway, this dark system is useless, especially at critical moments, which is even more useless!

"Wow~" The coachman suddenly stopped the carriage.

Xining asked: "What's wrong?"

The coachman replied that someone in front of him stopped the road and could not continue.

So she looked out of the car window and was stunned!

A man in a black robe, red cloak, curly black hair, and unshaven face was in front of the road. Who else could this person be? Ron Krum, the subordinate of Zha Ge.

Ron turned his head, his black curly hair blocked most of his face, and said in a very gloomy and dark voice: "You guy, how dare you hit me, and hurt me. Get out of the car immediately, never today

I'll spare you!" After saying that, he glanced suddenly, and his sharp eyes slashed like a blade. Combined with the short and hard beard, it was very imposing!

However, the bracket fixed with wooden boards on his feet and the crutches he was leaning on affected the overall effect... Xining immediately burst into laughter.

You have to hurry, and there is only one way. Finally, I can hold back my laughter, Xining poked her head out and waved her hand: "Get out of the way!"

Ron sneered: "If you ask me to get out of the way, I will get out of the way? Dream! You must calculate the accounts yesterday."

Although I don't know what the relationship between the magician with a leg and a crutch and the employer in the car, the coachman didn't want to catch this muddy water: "Master Magician, you'd better find a way to make him give way,

Or you have to get off the bus.”

Xining pushed open the car door and frowned slightly as soon as her feet touched the ground. It still hurts a little!

The pain immediately made her angry. She walked towards Ron while chanting the spell.

When Ron was about to reach Ron, Ron picked up the crutch and looked at her vigilantly: "I'm still fighting, I'm here to accompany you... Oh, I really beat you, don't slap in the face!"

His feet hurt so much and he finished reciting the spell. Xining couldn't bear it anymore, so he raised his fist and beat it up.

Ron was beaten to the ground again and Xining grabbed one of his feet and threw it out.

"Ah~" Ron screamed in a long voice and flew out in a round manner, flying very high, flying very high~

It was solved...Xining clapped his hands and went back to the carriage.

The coachman saw such a violent female magician for the first time. He sat in the driving position in a daze, his slightly dull gaze followed Xining's figure without blinking his eyelids.

After getting in the car, Xining shouted impatiently: "The roadblocks are cleared, why are you still standing there? Keep on rushing!"

The coachman came to his senses and shook the horse whip and the whip made a crisp sound. Without twitching the horse, the horse began to walk.

Mo Ming: "It's pretty good to beat someone this time, it's better if you can kill someone."

Xining rolled her eyes, then closed her eyes, leaned against the wall of the car, then took off her shoes, lifted her on the stool opposite her, and closed her eyes to rest.

When Xining was sleeping drowsy, the carriage stopped again.

The coachman shouted outside: "Master, that magician is here again!"

Then I heard Ron's voice sounding outside: "You guy, not only hurt me, but also threw me out. Get out of the car immediately, and I will never forgive you today!"

Xining got off the car with her shoes and laughed again when she saw it. This time, Ron not only tied a fixed wooden board on one foot, but also tied one arm to the wooden board, and it seemed that his hands were broken.

He recited the Great Power Mantra, walked over directly, threw the person out again. He clapped his hands, returned to the carriage, and continued on his way.

I'm too lazy to beat me, just throw it away.

When the carriage stopped again and the coachman shouted to let her solve it, Xining was extremely impatient.

Is there any end? I got off the carriage angrily, and when I saw it, I immediately laughed out loud again.

Not only did Ron tie all his hands and feet with wooden boards, but the place he fell down was not good before, and he wrapped it in layers of gauze, just like a mummy. He left his eyes, nose and mouth.

Even though the clothes on his body were replaced with layers of gauze, the magician's cloak was still covered. The bright red and white gauze were really conspicuous.

Ron wore a red cloak and tried to look as handsome as possible. But now how he straightened his chest and abdomen were so funny in the eyes of outsiders.

He was very angry, and because of bandage, he was a little confused: "You guy, not only threw me out, but also threw me into the pile of thorns..."

Xining walked up and down to look. After sighing slightly, she didn't even need to recite the spell. She stretched out a finger and poked it gently. Ron fell down like a wooden man.

Xining turned back to the carriage: "Continue to go."

The coachman hesitated: "He is still in the middle of the road."

Xining said lightly: "Press it over!"

The coachman…

Since the employer said so, and the magician cannot offend him, the coachman can only close his eyes and let the horse move forward.

"Hey, hey, I'm here..." Seeing the carriage getting closer, Ron shouted that there was no effect, so he could only climb to the side with his hands and feet on the wooden board. He found that he did not roll quickly, so he finally got there

Before the carriage was pressed over, it turned over and rolled to the side of the road.

Ron's roar behind the carriage gradually moved away as the carriage moved forward: "I really dare to suppress it. I am a magician after all, so why don't I give you any face..."

Xining sat in the car and felt like she was about the same as the coachman. God knows how could there be such a stupid magician? Did she bribe the magic union?

When he arrived at the next town, Xining paid for the hired car. Before entering the hotel, he saw Ron again.

But this time Ron did not follow him. The single crutch turned into a twin crutch, and the red magic cloak became extremely red again. I don’t know if I changed it or used magic to clean the cloak rolling on the ground.

He stood across the street with crutches, looking over from the window formed by gauze on his face with a sad look.

The person next to him stood at least five steps away curiously and a little scared, looking at the man wearing a red cloak. Because he was not wearing a black robe, he was not sure whether this person was a magician.

Ron turned his head, glared with a sharp look, and scolded fiercely: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a magician?"
Chapter completed!