Shen Zhijiang and Xiao Jun's uncle and nephew were like a pool of mud, mixed with pieces of stone table and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
The servants in the yard took a breath of air conditioning, and their legs became weak.
Xiao Lingyue rushed over with a cold face and saw Qingluo squatting on the ground with her arms tightly hugging Beibei. The two of them curled up in a ball, with some dust on their bodies, and they didn't look injured.
Xiao Lingyue's tense mind relaxed slightly, and she reached out and pulled Qingluo up and down with her hand in her arms, hugging Beibei and checking up and down nervously: "Bibei, are you okay? Are you injured?"
Beibei coughed a few uncomfortable times and said in a hoarse voice: "Mom, I'm fine."
Xiao Lingyue felt nervous, put him on the ground, and squatted down himself, carefully untied his collar, and saw a red mark on Beibei's thin white neck, and his delicate skin even appeared.
Blood spot.
It can be seen how heavy Shen Zhijiang is! After all, he is an adult man, and his hand strength is not something that a child can bear.
Xiao Lingyue's face became extremely ugly, and she gently touched her fingers, "Does it hurt?"
Beibei shook his body in pain, but he shook his head obediently: "It's only a little bit."
Seeing Xiao Lingyue's frowning brows, the little guy reached out to hug his mother and said softly: "It's not my mother's fault, mom, don't blame yourself."
Xiao Lingyue took a deep breath, touched his forehead gently, and then took out a small box of plaster from her sleeve bag and gently applied it to his neck.
Beibei obediently raised his neck and asked his mother to apply medicine.
During this process, the servants in the yard didn't dare to move, and stood there in fear.
"Miss, it's all bad for me. I haven't protected my young master..." Qingluo came back to her senses. Seeing the wound on Beibei's neck, her eyes turned red and she almost cried with shame.
The lady gave the young master to her for care, but she injured the young master. She was so useless!
"It's not your fault when the incident happened suddenly. And you are not Shen Zhijiang's opponent." Xiao Lingyue said lightly, putting ointment on and touching Beibei's face, then stood up.
"You and Beibei stand here and don't move."
Qingluo nodded desperately with red eyes and hurried to Beibei.
Xiao Lingyue walked towards the two people not far away with expressionless face, with a sharp and imposing aura, which made people feel a sense of danger of choking and suffocating.
The butler looked at her look of killing, and was so scared that he was sweating and trembling. He plucked his courage and said, "San, Miss San, please calm down! Master... Master... He was just angry for a moment, and he didn't want to hurt the young master.
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He was afraid that Xiao Lingyue would be angry, so he raised his sword and slaughtered Shen Zhijiang and Xiao Jun, and that would be a big deal!
However, the butler was only halfway through his words. Seeing Xiao Lingyue's dark and cold eyes, he was so scared that his legs and knees softened, and he knelt on the ground, his heart beating wildly as if he was about to pop out.
What a terrible look!
It was like a sharp sword piercing into the heart, and even the blood would freeze into ice.
Xiao Lingyue ignored him and continued to walk towards Shen Zhijiang and the others.
The butler knelt on the ground and did not dare to move. He gestured secretly. A servant who was standing on the outside was bent and sneaked out.
It seems that this cannot be concluded, so I have to hire a reinforcement.
Xiao Lingyue walked to Shen Zhijiang and the others and looked at them from a high place.
Shen Zhijiang was knocked away by Xiao Jun. The two of them fell into a ball like a stacked man. They looked extremely embarrassed. They had large and small scratches on their hands, feet, cheeks and necks. The smashed stone table pieces were scattered.