Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 321 The Pit Depth 073 Meters Is for Peigong (1)
"Mommy..."

Song Yan looked down at the dagger, her mouth was open, her voice was weak.

She has always known that despite how fat Madam Wu is, she is very agile.Now she is killing her personally again, stabbing at the vital point, clearly to take her life.Song Yan couldn't avoid it. At that moment, apart from doubts, her mind was filled with despair, and she was so blank that she couldn't think of anything.

But she was too shocked and panicked, and she didn't notice. Just when the cold light of Madam Wu's dagger came into view, a slight "whoosh" sound rushed over like a poisonous snake letter, and it was nailed to Mama Wu's body. on the arm.Nanny Wu called out in a very low voice, but before she recovered, a strong force grabbed her arm.

With a sound of "clang", the dagger fell to the ground.

With a "boom", Song Yan also fell to the ground.

"Immortal." Mo Ling'er stepped on Mama Wu like a fat pig.

What happened in the blink of an eye was so fast that Nanny Wu didn't even see it clearly, and things changed drastically.Now that Mo Ling'er stepped on her mouth, the fat on her body trembled, and she was also full of doubts.When Song Yan was killed, her back was facing Mo Jiu, so she must not have seen it.Moreover, even if she saw it, she, like Mo Linger, was outside the Bishui Pavilion, and it was too late to save Song Yan.

Therefore, Nanny Wu still does not understand why her arm suddenly hurt at that moment.

She also didn't expect that the frail little girl had such good skills.

Mo Ling'er saw her eyeballs rolling, moved her toes, pinned her eye sockets, "Be honest!"

"It hurts..." Momo Wu couldn't stop screaming.

Mo Jiu was still standing outside the Clear Water Pavilion.She looked at the sky, looked at the corner of the pavilion, and looked at the thorny forest behind her, then raised the "Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle" on her wrist to take a look, took a few steps in the position, and frowned tightly, puzzled He said to himself, "The shooting range needs to be strengthened. Shooting at such a short distance, it hurts but doesn't hurt... No, no, failure."

At this time, she was still in the mood to study weapons, and Mo Ling'er couldn't laugh or cry.

While crushing Nanny Wu's face like crushing tofu, she blamed, "Sister, what should I do with this old man?"

Mo Jiu seemed to have just realized that there was such a thing, and looked up at the sky again, moved the "Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle" to a different position, fanning the wind with her little hands, and felt that the dust on the ground was being swept away by her and the others. Fluttering, confused very much.

"It's so fat, it can't be steamed, it's better to braise it."

This answer made Mo Ling'er want to cry, she pursed her mouth, expressing her helplessness.

But Nanny Wu seemed to have seen a ghost, looking at Mo Jiu's feet step by step, struggling fiercely, "You... dare!"

Mo Jiu stared, "I hate people to provoke me the most."

After finishing speaking, she squatted down and picked up the dagger on the ground, and gestured at Mammy Wu's face.

No matter when this guy is serious or not, he always has a serious expression.Generally, if a girl wants to scratch someone's face, she must be a little nervous, a little scared, and have a special expression, but she is too serious, but she seems to be finishing some beautiful sculpture, her face is tense like a big red shrimp, compare the angles, He poked lightly with the tip of the knife again, and in the terrified sight of Madam Wu, she said solemnly, "This body is too old, too thick, and it may not be good if it is braised in brown sauce. Why don't I write a poem and go out later, and I will dedicate it to thank you." Concubine?"

"...Little widow." Song Yan, who fell to the ground, was relieved after a while.

She didn't understand what the little widow was talking about, she just felt that this person was really crazy.

(End of this chapter)