Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

Wu Suiyun straightened his face, showing a serious expression.Let the two escaped guards quietly move their legs back.Who doesn't know that after the captain of the armed forces got angry, he trained them hard. If they still dared to run, they would train them ten times harder.Their joy turned into sorrow, Young Master Lang is not afraid, but they are Wu Suiyun's direct subordinates, what a tragedy!

"It seems that your training is still not enough. After returning home, each person's training intensity will be increased tenfold!" Wu Suiyun gave the order, ignoring the guards' howling, turned around and jumped onto the carriage, and drove the fat man behind him out. Far away, he can catch up anyway, so let's chase slowly.

When Wu Suiyun was happy in his heart, he didn't expect that he, who has always been known for being serious and strict, would have such a childish performance, and he was still enjoying it.

Lang Shaobai got up on the ground, took out a small pink handkerchief, and began to wipe the dirt on his body. The delicate movements made people smack their tongues.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly a piercing sound came. [

Lang Shaobai rolled around on the ground again in some embarrassment, and picked up the small handkerchief again. After picking up the handkerchief, Lang Shaobai became angry, dissatisfied, and angry!Even after being beaten up by Wu Suiyun, Lang Shaobai didn't show any angry expression. At this moment, he was holding the little pink handkerchief with a serious and distressed expression.

"stop!"

"stop!"

Lang Shaobai and the archer shouted at the same time.Just when the archer wanted to say something more, Lang Shaobai performed super-level and rushed to the archer at an extremely fast speed.

Without further ado, a fat fist with the scorching heat of flames smashed it hard, punch after punch.And the archer was knocked unconscious by Lang Shaobai, tilted his head, foaming at the mouth, and fell off his horse.

At this time, the few people beside the archer suddenly came to their senses and surrounded Lang Shaobai.

"Hey, boy. Very good, very good, very good. You guys made me angry." Young Master Lang looked at these big guys on horseback without changing his face, and even laughed, talking about his bad mood.In this world, for Lang Shaobai, the most important thing is his pink handkerchief.He likes pink, like life.Even if he was injured, no one would insult his pink color.

Squinting his eyes squeezed together by the flesh, Lang Shaobai scanned these people around, counting those who were knocked out by him, there were eight in total.

These people and the horses under them have been running around all night, so they are all a little tired, their eyes are not so bright, but there are some strange scratches on their faces, which can easily make people think .However, these people were all wearing clothes embroidered with the infusion flower logo, proving that they were members of the Thorn Flower Mercenary Group.

Looking at it again, Lang Shaobai understood a little bit.These are the people who chased the little black cat before.Thinking of his baby being used as a bellyband by Miss Qi for the cat, the flesh on Lang Shaobai's face twitched for a while.

His little wolf didn't come to the door to ask for a handkerchief, and these bastards actually ruined one of his precious cute little handkerchiefs, it's unbearable.

And the group of people looked at this bright fat man, and felt a dull pain from the scratches on his face.