Subian Kings Canyon

Chapter 1472 How much do you know about flowers falling in dreams (10)

Who wants to eat freshly cooked meat pot?

Come, take this silly poodle away.

Lu Jianbu let out a roar, but instead of directly kicking the sky like you, he secretly slapped him and beat him up!

The big man dropped the little boy in his hand, turned around to look at the Overlord, and then at Yan Huan who was standing next to it, his eyes turned from fury to doubt.

From what the big man said just now, he has only worn this robe for a short time, so he should be a member of the Kongyuan sect, and he did not participate in the last encirclement and suppression of the Xuanying sect.

Fortunately, he's a newcomer, doesn't know Yan Huan, and doesn't know this golden overlord.

But even though he didn't know him, the big man also knew that this little thing was not a dog raised by ordinary people at first glance, but should be a spirit beast.

"Hey, your dog just kicked me!"

Yan Huan gave him a cold and indifferent look, "I was going to give a yell when I saw something wrong, but my dog ​​yelled for me first."

The big man heard her voice as a young woman, and when he looked at her, there was a maturity and sharpness that didn't match his age, so he didn't dare to find fault for a while.

Yan Huan walked up to the woman, first pulled the woman up, patted the ashes off her body, then picked up the little boy, wiped the tears from his face, rubbed his head, and said softly.

"Be careful when walking backwards. If you fall down, not only will you lose your sugar, but you will also feel pain when you fall."

The woman and the little boy glanced at the big man with a bad face, and then at Yan Huan with soft eyes.

The two thanked Yan Huan, the woman picked up the little boy and left as if fleeing for her life.

The big man looked anxiously at the opposite teahouse. The woman's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and she was carrying a spirit beast. She must be a practitioner with some status in the world.

He can't beat this woman alone, but his companions are still in the teahouse.

Yan Huan glanced at him, and left with Bawang with a cold face, the big man saw his colleague coming out of the teahouse, immediately pointed at Yan Huan's back, and said angrily.

"Just now that bitch was disrespectful to the Kongyuan sect!"

Yan Huan:? ? ?

I rely on!

I have seen the wicked complain first, but I have never seen such a complaint.

Your ability to turn right and wrong into black and white and make up nonsense is really amazing.

Yan Huan turned to look at him coldly, the big man's expression was more domineering and his tone more confident.

"It's her! This bitch is so domineering! I asked her to apologize for staining my robe, but she said that this Kongyuan school robe is the most useless, it's better to throw it away!"

His fellow disciples frowned, all of them looked gloomy, ready to draw their swords at Yan Huan at any moment, and shouted angrily.

"Bold! How dare you insult the Kongyuan faction!"

Yan Huan: I can go to your uncle!
She laughed back in anger, her laughter was light and cold, and the people present felt an inexplicable chill from their backs.

She raised her eyebrows, her eyes were strangely gentle, her voice was soft and charming, slow, as seductive as the sound of a piano wafting into her ears.

"Is it?"

It was obviously a gentle tone, but the big man felt inexplicably weak when he heard it, and his voice lost the confidence just now.

"Yes……"

Yan Huanxiao smiled, just like the big man's action, she lowered her eyes and slowly took out a delicate dagger from her waist, the gilded dark light revealed a breath of cold oppression.

When she opened her mouth, her voice was still as gentle and charming as before, and bloody and murderous words came out of her mouth, as if she was reciting a love poem.

"I see that your tongue is useless in your mouth, why don't I pull it out for you and feed it to my dog."

(End of this chapter)