Princess Runs Away On Wedding

"Stop, what do you want?"

"Don't touch her."

Two angry voices happened to ring out, two hands as fast as lightning, saw that Xiaoya will be injured in the palm, the situation is critical.

Another figure came out from the side, picked up the girl and put it in his arms. With the other hand, he steadily caught the two palms on the opposite side. The three men fought in the air to compete for strength.

"Bang." There was a huge noise, the wind was scattered, and the hull of the ship was roaring, and the people fell to the ground.

It's as powerful as a bomb.

Jisheng stepped back a few steps, his breath was unsteady, his face was flushed and he gasped heavily.

But a Ying is not helpful. Her chest is tumbling and she wants to vomit.

What

I was surprised that tie Zhuoren's martial arts were so profound that she could fight against her joint attack with Jisheng with her own strength. Her breath was not disordered at all, and it was as stable as a mountain.

How deep is his strength?

She couldn't feel it out at all.

He has always thought that the iron big boy, who is well-known, is just a prodigal son. His father doesn't love his mother. He has the name of his legitimate son, but he has no status in the iron family.

Such a person must have no future, which leads to the status of being robbed and dare not speak out.

However, he never thought that his skill was so good, not to mention that no one in the younger generation of the iron family was his opponent, let alone the whole Jianghu. How many people could beat him?

I'm afraid he didn't dare to say anything, but he didn't care about the iron family.

No wonder the iron master finally chose him as his successor, so it is.

Now put aside the contempt, dare not look down on him.

She was not in the mood to know her many thoughts. She looked down at the girl in her arms. Her face was pink, her eyes were bright and her mouth was smiling. She was not afraid at all. It seemed that the danger just now was just a dream mirror.

He breathed a sigh of relief, brushed her hair scattered on her forehead, and asked softly, "is everything ok?"

A little mischievous smile flashed in Xiaoya's eyes. She said, "this kind of small battle doesn't scare me. I'm just a frail old man and a mean, vicious, self righteous fool. What's so terrible about it?"

With him and brother, how could she have an accident?

A Ying Qi has a crooked mouth. She is a dead girl. She is very insidious.

See her unimpeded, Zhuo ran finally put down the heart, cold face staring at the opposite two culprits.

"Well, it seems that the elder brother does not want to find out the real murderer. In this case, why should we worry about it blindly?"

Hateful, actually hit Xiaoya, scared him out of a cold sweat.

Coldly dropped this sentence, he took Xiaoya's hand to go out.

Tang Dashao's face is not good-looking, the smile often hanging on the corner of his mouth is gone, and his whole body exudes a trace of cold.

He got up lazily, brushed the corner of his coat slowly and followed up slowly.

Jisheng was in a great hurry and ordered his subordinates outside, "don't let them go, stop people."

This is not very polite, iron Zhuo ran pulled down his face, "Ji boss, can you stop us?"

Jisheng was so anxious, angry and angry that he rushed forward to block their way and said, "speak clearly before you go."

How can they leave at this critical moment?

At least we have to make it clear.

A Ying's eyes flew around and cried out, "father, if they want to go, let them go. It's not good at all. It's better to go."

Jisheng glared at her fiercely, and his eyes became colder and sharper, "shut up, there is no place for you to speak."