Girl, you are being calculated!

Luan Qiumo held the man's ankle tightly with bloody hands, and a coquettish smile appeared on his lips, "Girl... tonight... I am very happy! You will remember me, right?"

Xiao Huanhuan just stared at him with wide eyes, tears poured down his face, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say anything.

The man struggled several times but couldn't break away from Luan Qiumo's hand. He lowered his head angrily, and chopped off the machete in his hand towards Luan Qiumo's wrist.

"Don't!" Xiao Huanhuan yelled wildly, ignoring his painful ankle, and rushed towards the man.

However, she was in vain...

Luan Qiumo got up with the last bit of strength, hugged the man, and dragged him to the right. The man looked at the cliff under his feet with a frightened look in his eyes, but it was too late for his frantic struggle. Luan Qiumo hugged him, and the two of them together Rolling down the mountain road, there was a gurgling sound, and then there was no more sound.

"Luan Qiumo!" Xiao Huanhuan rushed over and shouted towards the empty valley, only the whistling mountain wind and the desperate echoes in the valley answered her.

"Don't! Don't!" She fell down on the mountain road, feeling pain all over her body, so painful that she wished she could die immediately.

Just as her heart was in pain, there was a commotion on the mountain road, and seven or eight masked men appeared and surrounded her.

At first, a person glanced contemptuously at the corpse lying on the ground, and snorted disdainfully, "Master is right, this is a bunch of idiots, so many people can't even deal with a little girl."

Xiao Huan fantasized about crying, wanted to cry loudly, wanted to release all the grief and resentment in her heart from the tears, but she didn't want to cry for these people in front of her.

She raised her head, her eyes were astonishingly bright, and the tears on her face were dried by the cool mountain wind. Those people in front of her were stunned by her stunning face. Seven or eight men all looked at her intently. Such delicate and beautiful cheeks.

The man standing at the front chuckled, his laughter was playful and contemptuous, "Sure enough, he has a charming face, no wonder the master is thinking about it, this kind of appearance is enough for the master to be fresh for a while."

"Who is your master?" Xiao Huanhuan's eyes were bright, his voice was calm, and there was no trace of panic.

She is not afraid!

She is not afraid of anything!

It's no big deal to jump off the cliff like Luan Qiumo, once everything is done, it's no big deal.

The man looked at her contemptuously, "You don't deserve to know!"

Xiao Huanhuan counted, and there were a total of seven people standing in front of her. Although the number was small, all of them were masters.

She really wanted to know who made such a big effort to deal with her. She was afraid that one group of people would not be enough, and another group of people would be left behind to ambush.

This Xinghai City really clashed with her. Ever since she came back, everything has gone wrong, and this time, she may have to take her life.

But still the same sentence, she is not afraid, if she wants to die, like Luan Qiumo, she will find someone to back her up, and she will not risk her life in vain.

The man in front walked towards her with a look of disdain, as if he felt that he was only going to deal with her alone, so he asked them to come with the elite of the seven elites. The weak girl solved it, so where are seven of them?

He approached Xiao Huanhuan step by step, when he was only one step away from Xiao Huanhuan, a cold light flashed, his knee hurt, and he knelt down at Xiao Huanhuan's feet with a plop.