"Bold! This princess must tear your mouth apart today!" Nangong Die saw that she refused to compromise and humiliated her so much, so she was so angry that she raised her hand and patted Xin Mo'er's pink cheeks.
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Seeing this, Xiaowu and Xiaoliu jumped from behind Xin Moer to front of her. Xiaowu stretched out his right hand to stop Nangong Die's attack, and changed his dog-legged look at Xin Moer, and turned against Nangong Die coldly.
He said, "Three Princess, my little princess is not something you can afford to move."
Nangong Die didn't expect that just two slaves would dare to say coldly to her and dare to intercept her hand. She became more and more angry. She stared at Xiao Wu who still grabbed her hand and refused to let go. Her face was distorted.
He scolded, "The dog slave takes away your dirty hands! Is this princess a despicable slave like you?!"
Nangong Yun in the second floor of the teahouse on the left side of the street frowned, his eyes swept towards the bright red figure in the street, and his beautiful blue eyes were filled with anger.
Xin Mo'er raised her eyebrows unhappily. Xiaowu and Xiaoliu left the house with her, so it also represents her. Doesn't Nangong Die scold Xiaowu like this mean to scold her?
Nangong Die felt that his wrist was almost crushed by Xiao Wu, and the cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and made a sound again, almost roaring, "Dog slave, don't let go of your dirty hands! Don't let go,
This princess will let your head fall to the ground!”
Xiao Wu was not angry at Nangong Die's words, but instead smiled on his face, his face turned from cold to gentle, and said, "It's a slave who is not right. The slave's hands are dirty, and the slave is humble. The slave will let go of the princess immediately.
Your precious hand.”
Nangong Die knew that he didn't dare to do anything to her, which slave was not afraid of death? After all, she was a noble princess, and she was also a distinguished guest of Nan Zhao Kingdom. A small slave could not even offer her as a living Bodhisattva.
Just when she thought she could pull her hand safely, a dull pain suddenly came from her wrist. Xiao Wu not only did not let go of her hand, but instead increased the force. Then he used a skill to release his hand steadily, Nangong Die
The whole body retreated dozens of meters, his feet swayed a few steps, his head fell to the ground, and he fell to the sky.
By chance, it just fell on the stall selling eggs. The eggs were knocked over by her. A few eggs fell on her face. The egg shells were broken and the egg whites were all hit on her face, placing her face.
All the exquisite makeup was ruined, and all the black hair was glued together.
She looks so embarrassed.
The peasant woman selling eggs was unknown to the group of people. She saw that her eggs were broken, and she stuck her butt to the ground, and she sat on the ground, beating Nangong Die, and cried loudly, "My eggs! I have a family.
Those old hens only lay these eggs in a month. You pay me for the eggs!"
Nangong Die was already dizzy and her face was covered with egg whites. She was already confused. In addition, she was pulled and beaten by the peasant woman, so she couldn't figure out the east, south, west and north.
Xiao Wu hugged his arms with both hands and shrugged his shoulders, looking like he was not concerned about his own affairs.
Xiao Liu raised his eyebrows, obviously agreeing with Xiao Wu's approach, and he was just secretly giving Xiao Wu a thumbs up.
Xin Mo'er looked at Nangong Die's miserable appearance and couldn't help but want to laugh, but she felt that gloating was immoral, so she covered her mouth and pretended to be surprised, "Why is the third princess so careless? Let's go