She was no longer a little quail, but like a scalded fighting cock, tossing him like crazy every day.
When she started beating He Qingqing, it was playful and vicious.
The way she spoke was frivolous and unruly.
Of the songs she sang, every one of them had a melodious sound, and they were not at all dignified and noble as a princess should be.
Her existence made him criticized.
Her troubles made him exhausted, and he made mistakes several times in front of his father, which made him dissatisfied.
She is simply a crazy bitch.
"Come here."
Thinking of this, his face turned a little blue.
Mu Yunsang smiled without any fear: "Why, you want to treat me to candy?"
"Muyun Sang, I have said that you should not pick my bottom line and touch the dragon's reverse scale. You should be prepared to be punished. Don't you want to know when I will move out? I am now
Just tell you."
He was approaching step by step, and Mu Yunsang, as a killer, could easily feel the dangerous aura.
Her eyes have already assessed the surrounding environment at an extremely fast speed. Once a fight begins, she can accurately calculate weapons, avoidance directions, and counterattack methods in just one glance.
However, she ignored one thing.
He knows martial arts...
Know martial arts...
Martial arts...
achievement……
This is where she was careless and where she suffered the most.
Of course, it was also because of tonight's loss that he became Mu Yunsang, who would become the world-famous martial artist in the future.
This is something to talk about later.
Now, he was approaching step by step. Mu Yunsang had calculated all the steps, but he didn't expect that he would take a single step. The speed was so fast that Mu Yunsang didn't even have time to blink, and his whole neck fell into his palm.
He grabbed her neck, not too hard but not too hard.
Mu Yunsang screamed, reaching for a vase on the side. She thought she moved very quickly, but her every move could not escape his eyes.
His other hand firmly and quickly clamped down on her hand that was reaching for the vase.
She felt a burst of pain in her wrists, and in the blink of an eye, her hands were cut behind her back, and her whole body was trapped in his chest in an awkward posture.
Even so, the unruly smile on her face remained unabated.
"Why, you want to hit me, but my skills are inferior to others, please do so."
But he suddenly evoked a cold and charming smile: "Didn't I tell you? I never hit a woman. If I want to, I only hit her from below."