"Who are you?"
Even though he couldn't see clearly the face under Zhuma's bamboo hat, Randall, the leader of the golden-armored general, could still feel the aura of a saint from her that was not inferior to his own. He couldn't help but look down and asked in a cold voice, "Why did you attack me?" Lion Army soldiers?”
"What about gold and silver lions? I've never heard of it!"
Zhuma snorted coldly and said calmly, "A grown man actually bullies a little girl. My aunt can't stand it, so naturally she has to take action."
"woman?"
Her clear and melodious voice made Randall slightly startled, and he blurted out instinctively.
"You bitches, how dare you hurt my brother!"
At this time, another Golden Lion Army soldier shouted angrily, holding a long sword in his hand, his burly body turned into a golden light, and shot towards her, "You are looking for death!"
"when!"
Facing the attack of this spiritual warrior, Zhuma didn't even turn around happily. He just slowly raised his right hand, and a ball of black evil energy spurted out from the palm, instantly condensing into a giant claw bigger than his head, and swung his back. The stabbing sword is firmly grasped.
"Let go!"
The golden-armored soldier felt as if the sword in his palm was being bitten tightly by iron pincers. Even though he tried his best to suck the milk, he still couldn't make an inch forward. His face suddenly turned red, as if he was about to bleed, and his expression was really embarrassing. How embarrassed, he raised his neck and shouted harshly.
"Noisy!"
Zhuma's lips parted slightly, she whispered two words, and her white jade-like fingers curled slightly.
Several streaks of black shadow suddenly shot out from the back of the evil claws that were originally clenched into fists, shooting towards the golden-armored soldier like tentacles. They were as fast as lightning and almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.
"Puff puff!"
Following several crisp sounds, the neck, shoulders, chest, lower abdomen and limbs of the golden-armored soldier were pierced by black tentacles. The whole person was violently pulled up and floated in the air like a kite, with his limbs twitching incessantly. Unspeakably miserable.
Blood gurgled out from his seven orifices. It was bright red at first, then gradually dimmed, and finally turned into deep black. Coupled with his pale face and panicked look, it looked horrifying and horrific when viewed from a distance.
"Evil spirit!"
Randall's expression changed, a hint of vigilance flashed through his delicate eyes, and his voice suddenly rose an octave, "What is your relationship with that old monster in Black Sand Ridge?"
"Are you talking about black shit?"
Zhuma raised her head, revealing most of her face under the bamboo hat, and said with a smile, "I have nothing to do with him!"
Thank you for my kindness in showing you the way!
Heartless stinky girl!
Hearing that she had distanced herself from him, Heihua Fei's expression suddenly dropped, and he felt very unhappy.
What a nice view!
The moment he saw Zhuma's face clearly, Randall's pupils expanded sharply, his heart beat suddenly, and even the blood flow in his body unconsciously accelerated a few points.
As the nephew of the Emperor of the Jinyao Empire, a veritable royal relative, and the majestic commander of the Golden Lion Army, there will naturally be no shortage of beauties around him.
Regardless of whether she is an innocent lolita, a well-known lady or a charming mature woman, if Randall has that idea, all he needs to do is move his fingers, and the other party will most likely come to his door and take the initiative to throw himself into his arms.
Even if there are occasionally a few women who claim to be noble and disdainful of him, the subordinates who are good at observing words and deeds will use various means to coerce and induce, cheat or rob, in order to make their master get what he wants.
Even if the victim's relatives and friends appeal to the court to complain, no one will come forward to seek justice.
Just because in this Jinyao Empire, the golden clan is above all else!
There is no fairness and justice here, no human rights and freedoms, only clear class and endless oppression.
In the eyes of the Golden Clan, ordinary people are no different from ants.
As a noble son of the Nadu family, Randall has not seen a woman who dared to contradict him for a long time.
The girl in front of her not only has bright eyes and white teeth, but also a charming personality. She also possesses the strength of a saint that is not inferior to her own, and has an indescribable evil aura.
Looking at Zhuma's charming face and provocative eyes, Randall's heart beat faster and faster, and a feeling that he had not experienced for a long time suddenly filled his heart.
He knows that this feeling is called desire!
"I am Randall Nado, the commander of the Golden Lion Army, and my father is the Prince of Highgarden."
Forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Randall straightened his face, cleared his throat, and asked in the gentlest tone possible, "May I ask what I call the girl?"
"Randall? Nadu? What a strange name."
Zhuma curled her lips, and then replied generously, "My name is Zhuma."
Looking at the girl's eyes and lively expression, Randall's heart beat faster and faster, and he seemed to be able to faintly hear the beating of his own heart in his ears.
This feeling was so novel, yet so wonderful, that he was immersed in it unconsciously. He stood there in a daze, without moving for a long time.
"Young girl, you dare to hurt my soldiers of the Golden Clan. You are so bold and unforgivable!"
The lieutenant on the side watched his words carefully, unaware that his boss was already interested in the beautiful girl in front of him. He shouted decisively, brandished a long-handled sword that weighed more than a thousand kilograms and went straight to Zhuma, "Why don't you just surrender and follow me."
Go back and be interrogated. If your attitude is good, the general may be kind and treat you lightly!"
Don't look at him as a flatterer and good at flattery. With this move, he actually released the saint's domain that only a strong saint can cultivate, and enveloped Zhuma head-on.
This shows that there is sometimes no direct connection between cultivation and character.
Facing the powerful offensive of this deputy general, Zhuma still did not dodge, but only glanced at him coldly. The evil spirit instantly condensed dozens of black palms around his body, some holding knives and swords, and some holding guns.
In the halberd, eighteen kinds of weapons can be said to be complete, and they all faced the lieutenant's broadsword.
"Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!"
The sound of the collision of gold and iron echoed between the heaven and the earth, causing the eardrums of the people around to rupture, their blood boiling, and countless people bleeding from their orifices and falling to the ground.
These swords condensed from evil spirits collided with the deputy general's sword, but they did not lose at all. Instead, relying on their large numbers, they knocked him around and retreated steadily.
"Brutus, this girl is a disciple of a master."
Seeing Zhuma's tyrannical strength, Randall was not angry but happy. His desire became even more intense, and he deliberately put up a posture to stop the fight and said, "Don't be rude!"
The lieutenant Brutus was also a smart man. As soon as they fought, he realized that the delicate and beautiful girl opposite him was astonishingly powerful. She was probably even stronger than him. He was timid at first, but when he heard his boss speak, he immediately became aware of it. After reaching the steps, both legs exerted force together, and they decided to retreat.
However, before he could withdraw from Zhuma's attack range, he suddenly felt an itch on the back of his hand and couldn't help but look down.
Upon seeing this, he immediately felt that one soul left his body and two souls ascended to heaven, and he almost screamed in surprise.
It turned out that a hairy spider appeared on the back of Brutus' right hand at some point.
The spider is extremely small, less than half the size of a palm, and its body is colorful and gorgeous.
However, the moment he saw the spider, Brutus's face became very ugly, and his heart was in his throat, almost popping out of his mouth.
After all, anyone with a little bit of common sense knows that the brighter the color of a spider, the more powerful the toxins in its body. Just like the one in front of you, even if you think with your butt, you know that it must be extremely poisonous.
The poisonous spider that can appear silently on the back of the saint's hand, what kind of powerful species is it?
The spiritual power in Brutus's body was running rapidly, and his right arm suddenly vibrated, trying to throw the poisonous spider away.
However, his reaction was delayed after all, and he was bitten hard by a poisonous spider on the back of his hand. Half of his arm was instantly blackened, and he lost consciousness completely.
What a powerful toxin!
Brutus was frightened and quickly activated his spiritual power to try to fight against the spider poison.
However, this spider poison was extremely weird, and the superb skills inherited from the Golden Clan could not stop the poison from spreading. In just half a breath, most of Brutus's arms turned black and were no longer under its control.
At this point, anyone with a discerning eye can see that if the expansion continues at this rate, within a few breaths, the poison will flow all over Lutus' body, and that will also be the end of the life of this Golden Lion Army lieutenant. .
At this time, Randall suddenly moved.
Somehow, a slender sword appeared in his palm. The blade was crystal clear and reflected a dazzling light under the sun.
"puff!"
I saw him walking with the sword, as fast as lightning, appeared behind Brutus in an instant, raised the sword and cut off the deputy general's arm at the shoulder without hesitation, his movements were indescribably free and elegant.
The sword was so fast that it took several breaths after Brutus' arm separated from his body before black blood began to splash out.
Just when he struck with thunder, the poisonous spider had turned into a colorful spiritual light, slipped out along the invisible silk thread, and landed lightly on Zhuma's shoulder.
"Girl Zhuma."
After doing all this, he never looked at the wailing lieutenant who fell to the ground, but stared closely at Zhuma's beautiful face, with a complicated light flashing in his eyes, "You have gone too far."
"Is it?"
Zhuma did not argue, but instead slowly raised her right hand, her white jade-like index finger gently tapped on the poisonous spider's back, and said with a sweet smile, "Then what do you want?"
Under the sunlight, the delicate flower-like girl and the extremely poisonous colorful spider complement each other, forming a beautiful and fantastic picture.
This chapter has been completed!