Tyrant father's group pet little princess

Chapter 1612 She is getting engaged tomorrow, so don't bother her

Maple Valley occupies the entire mountain.

In the dark, it is difficult to identify the direction.

But Xia Baoer was not troubled by this.

The little girl raised her slender fingertips slightly, opened her arms, and closed her eyes.

Immediately, wind spun around her body.

When Xia Bao'er opened her eyes again, they were full of dark golden light.

She waved her sleeves, and the pale white wind, like an arrow leaving the string, blew forward quickly.

The dense forest was rustling, and white snow fell.

At the same time, in Fenglin Valley, in the deepest mountain stream.

Tan Xingjian led a lot of mirages and stood on the left side of the mountain stream.

Here is the lair of the Killing Star Pavilion.

Tan Xingjian led people all the way to kill here, and a group of mirage's elite soldiers have already been injured one after another.

At this time, under the light of the fire, Tan Xingjian gritted his teeth slightly, a ray of bright red blood oozing from the corner of his lips.

He was holding the sword in his hand, and there were drops of blood, constantly leaking from his fingers.

Zhu Suanzi walked up to him with a wound on his face, and stared vigilantly at the group of people in Shaxing Pavilion on the opposite side.

"Guardian, this situation doesn't look right."

"Although their people were injured, they didn't seem to feel any pain."

"And the Killing Star Pavilion has just risen in the Jianghu in the past two years. I have never heard of when they recruited so many people."

"Now that we are outnumbered, it is really unfavorable!"

Tan Xingjian gritted his teeth, looked up at Zhu Sanniang who was hanging in the air.

She had been whipped, her body was covered with bruises, and she was not fully clothed.

There is a large shocking red and purple scar on his forehead.

Tan Xingjian withdrew his gaze, unable to bear to look any further.

He stared at the group of people in the Shaxing Pavilion.

"Fight even if you are unlucky!"

"Our people must not let themselves be bullied outside."

Even if a broken arm is here today, Zhu Sanniang must be taken away.

The mirage killers are usually masters.

But the people who kill Xingge seem to have a higher level of martial arts.

Everyone felt a little uncomfortable.

"Guardian, you need to send someone to talk to the landlord."

"No!" Tan Xingjian resolutely refused, with a sharp tone: "She is getting engaged tomorrow, so don't bother her."

His eyes turned to the head of the Shaxing Pavilion opposite.

"Let's solve it by ourselves and let her live her life well."

At this time, Yang Ji, the head of the Shaxing Pavilion, raised five big and three thick eyebrows.

He stared at Tan Xingjian's direction: "Tan Xingjian, what's the matter, have you discussed it?"

"Are you leaving an arm, or are all your brothers buried with this bitch?"

After finishing speaking, he laughed out loud, full of sarcasm.

"It's true, this girl is really hot-tempered."

"The men just want to touch her little hands. Her hands and feet are tied up, and she can still raise her head fiercely, hitting my brother with a black nose and a swollen face."

"We were also angry, so we beat her up. Men, with rough hands and feet, must have hurt her."

"I apologize to you for this, don't be surprised, maybe it will be dragged back later, and she can still keep it alive."

After Yang Ji finished speaking, he laughed with the people around him in Shaxing Pavilion.

Zhu Suanzi couldn't listen anymore, so he gritted his teeth and rushed forward: "Bastard!"

Tan Xingjian grabs him.

In the eyes of the people in the mirage, hatred was ignited like a flame.

Seeing that the abacus operator was about to rush forward, Yang Ji laughed even more: "A scholar, who holds an abacus, still wants to hit someone? Just rely on your three or two kung fu."

"Go back quickly, don't get beaten for a while, and run home crying to find your mother for milk! Haha——!"

(End of this chapter)