The Handmaiden of Rebirth in the Last Days Does Not Lose Price

Chapter 23
"Ouyang Yuema, you are so courageous, you dare to lay hands on the young master's people in front of my young master's eyes, you are courting death!"

His eyes were full of Wan'er fighting alone, Fatty Bao's heart and lungs were about to burst, he roared up to the sky, he pulled out the fire whip from his waist, and rushed forward regardless of the strength of the enemy, only hoping to rescue Wan'er from the siege return.

Not to mention Ouyang Long, his lovely little sister is about to die in hell, if he, the big brother, is still standing there, it's not because he has something wrong with his mind.

At this time, he didn't care that he only had the strength of the third level of body training, so he rushed forward with bare hands, and fought head-on with Yuema and his younger brothers. Of course, they got beaten more.

"Wow, bastard, dare to use my sister's little friend as a shoe insole, looking for smoke"

Like an ape, he climbed on Yue Ma's body nimbly, his hands tightly reined in his hands, and with a furious expression on Yue Ma's neck, his small red mouth was biting his earlobe tightly, cursing angrily.

As for the fact that Ouyang Yuema is Ouyang Lingling's elder brother, Wan'er only knew at the moment when the two fought, but for Ouyang Lingling's death at her own hands, Wan'er didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt.

Hmph, if you dare to make an idea of ​​her family, even if she is asked to choose again, she will kill her without hesitation. Of course, she will not let Ouyang Yuema go, although she can't do anything to him for the time being. , but at any rate let him keep some souvenirs, otherwise he won't have a long memory.Thinking of this, Wan'er's eyes were instantly bloodshot, and as soon as the two rows of small silver teeth exerted force, a scream like a wounded beast rang out on the spot, and a blood-stained ear suddenly appeared on Wan'er's lips.

A few people sitting or standing in the shade of the woods saw that Ouyang Yuema, who was usually so angry and not bad at strength, was beaten by the bald girl and bit off one ear, their expressions instantly became extremely colorful: , really can't practice?

The little guys in the preschool class, although they were beaten up miserably by Yue Ma and others, saw that Wan'er was so brave and invincible.

Ouyang Bao and Ouyang Long, regardless of their own safety, directly started fighting with the seniors.For the first time, the nobles and civilians, who have always been incompatible with each other, extend the hand of friendship, join hands with each other, and unanimously speak out.

They braced their weak bodies one after another, gritted their teeth and rushed over. They used their sharp claws and fangs out of nowhere, regardless of the position of the opponent, whether it was the disgusting buttocks or sensitive parts, as long as they could do it, these guys would have it. Killing mistakes did not let go.

All of a sudden, the lower grade area came from time to time, and there were bursts of howling ghosts and wolves.

"what"

"woo"

Previously, if it wasn't for the fact that the preschool was in a state of division, it would have been impossible for them to break through them one by one with ease, leaving them helpless, and then they were beaten to the ground, and finally they could only lie on the ground impatiently Panting, it's too embarrassing to ask Wan'er for help.

The little ones in the preschool class, driven by Wan'er's first victory, and their fearless spelling, even with that small advantage in numbers, beat back the somewhat outnumbered and powerful enemy.

Of course, the little ones were also seriously injured. At this moment, they were all lying on the ground weakly, grinning and giggling in pain.

It was the first time to fight with a senior guy, and he won it for the first time. Although the victory was a bit incompetent, it still made these little guys who had never enjoyed such a record very happy.

Hehe, Xiaoye finally has the capital to brag in front of other friends.

Fatty Bao, whose half face was swollen even more exaggeratedly than Shandong Daman's head, staggered to his feet regardless of his serious injuries, sat on the ground panting, and came to a wandering Wan'er.

(End of this chapter)