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712 Jealous? I have so many

More arrogant and ruthless than gangsters, Feng Qingchen, who had been in the military camp for several years, could not be much worse than a real soldier. When she stood up, these big men were not enough to look at in front of her.

Feng Qingchen put away the gun, but took out a dagger from his calf, and made a few swishy gestures in the air. These swipes were all close to the face of the big man in front of him, successfully frightening several big men to the point of turning pale.

Finally, Feng Qingchen took back the dagger with satisfaction and turned it in his hand...

The dagger was short and sharp, emitting a cold light that made people shudder, especially the way Feng Qingchen played with the dagger between her fingers, which was full of threats and intimidation.

Watch out for that action...it's beautiful, but the thought of using this dagger against yourself makes you scared from the bottom of your heart.

Just imagine, someone holds a cold dagger to your neck and slides it left and right, as if it is going to cut your throat in the next second. How would you feel?

Swallowing saliva and not daring to move.

The five big men were like this. They loosened their grip on the wound and looked at Feng Qingchen uneasily, fearing that the knife in Feng Qingchen's hand would be placed on their necks in the next second.

"You, what do you want to do?" The man who seemed to be the leader among the big men asked boldly.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to ask you a question." Feng Qingchen raised his head calmly, his deep eyes exuded a cold light, and his sharp eyes were like a wolf fighting an enemy. This moment made people ignore it.

Remove the wounds on her face.

No matter how elegant and calm Feng Qingchen is, she is still the same person in her heart. Feng Qingchen is carrying a medicine box back and forth in a battlefield filled with bullets. She is a soldier who is always racing against death.

A woman with a cold and hard air.

"What do you want to ask?" The big man regretted and was about to cry. In order to ask a question, he crippled the hands of five of them. This was too arrogant, but... they didn't dare to act rashly. The secret guards who suddenly appeared were

You know, they can't afford to offend the people in front of them.

"Do you see that horse? Where's the man in blue riding a horse?" Feng Qingchen pointed to the horse outside. That horse is Jiuhuangshu's mount. If the horse stops outside, it means that Jiuhuangshu has stopped here.

"That man, I have the impression that that man was very powerful. When he came in, no one dared to mess with him, and he didn't say anything. After he came in, he ordered a pot of tea, and then chased a group of people from the world. Oh, that's right.

, that group of people captured a little girl, and the little girl was dressed very strangely. After the group of people left, the man in blue also chased her out. We don’t know what happened.”

The big man explained the matter briefly, and Feng Qingchen understood it, but she was not convinced that Uncle Nine Emperors would chase after a girl. This was too weird.

"How is that possible?" Feng Qingchen had just said the doubtful words when he heard a female voice coming out: "Hey, I said Brother Daku, can you wait for me? If you save me, do you like me?

If you don’t say anything, I’ll just assume you’ve fallen in love with me. Hahahaha… This girl is indeed very popular…”

Feng Qingchen looked up and saw Uncle Nine Emperors and a woman in purple cotton clothes walking towards the tea house. Uncle Nine Emperors walked in front with a dark face, while the woman in purple clothes trotted behind him with a pair of small faces.

It was red from the cold, and its eyes were darting around. It was very clever, and it made people think of some kind of creature involuntarily.

The woman wears a short purple jacket on the upper body and a pair of black cotton trousers on the lower body. In this era when women wear skirts and men also wear robes, this kind of neither male nor female dress is indeed a bit weird and a bit nondescript.

His eyes fell on the purple-clothed woman's pants. Feng Qingchen's eyes flashed with caution. He waved the dagger in his hand and said to the five big men: "You can go."

"Can we go? Thank you, Heroine. Thank you, Heroine." Upon hearing this, the five big men ran out crawling on the ground. As soon as they reached the door, Feng Qingchen said again: "Wait a minute..."

"Woman?" The big man looked at Feng Qingchen with a bitter look on his face, fearing that Feng Qingchen would embarrass them.

"Here, find a doctor. Your hand can still be saved. Don't bully others in the future. Not everyone is as easy to talk to as me." Feng Qingchen took out a banknote and wanted to imitate the martial arts masters and put the banknote away.

Smash it over, but...

The silver note was too light, her strength was too weak, and the silver note fell to the ground.

Sweat, TV is really a lie. The only way to kill people is with money, and banknotes are not good enough.

"Ah..." The big man didn't expect that Feng Qingchen would actually give them money, so he opened his mouth wide. It wasn't until the banknote fell to the ground that they realized what was going on. They quickly picked it up and kept saying thank you.

"Okay, okay, let's go." Seeing that Uncle Nine Emperors and the woman in purple were about to walk in, Feng Qingchen quickly waved her hand, signaling the big men to get out of here.

The big man almost bumped into Uncle Nine Emperors when he went out. The big man bowed down and apologized. Uncle Nine Emperors glanced at their wounds, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued walking to the teahouse. When the woman in purple came behind him, he only glanced at the last big man's face.

He said to himself about the wound: "Hey, it seems to be a gunshot wound. Did I see it wrong?"

Uncle Jiuhuang paused, and then continued forward. Wang Jinling did not notice the people approaching behind him or Feng Qingchen who was facing him. Uncle Jiuhuang walked in and nodded towards Feng Qingchen and Wang Jinling as a greeting.

, with no intention of introducing the girl behind him.

Feng Qingchen looked at each other, smiled and said nothing more. He asked the waiter to clean up and serve them a pot of tea. The three of them sat in three directions. The girl in purple sat familiarly next to the Nine Emperors Uncle: "

Brother Big Cool, who are these two? He is prettier than you."

This him obviously refers to Wang Jinling. Ever since the incident with Xuan Fei, Wang Jinling especially hated women staring at his appearance. It was obvious that the woman in purple had violated his taboo, but Wang Jinling did not show it. He just smiled faintly and looked away.

Ignore the woman in purple.

The woman in purple didn't care, Wang Jinling ignored her, and she went to harass Uncle Nine Emperors: "Brother Da Ku, please say something. If you hadn't said something before, I would have suspected that you were mute.

Feng Qingchen was completely ignored and was not angry at all. He had a smile on his face, but he was guessing in his heart about the origin of this purple-clothed woman. You must know that Uncle Jiuhuang is not a person who would draw his sword to save him when encountering injustice. This purple-clothed woman

Who is the woman?

The Nine Emperors Uncle still ignored the purple-clothed woman. The purple-clothed woman pouted her lips in dissatisfaction, glanced at the Nine Emperors Uncle with a petulant look, and reached out to pull the Nine Emperors Uncle's clothes. The Nine Emperors Uncle froze for a moment, but did not move...

The woman looks pure and pure, and her every move is pure and frank. Her big eyes seem to be able to speak. This glance gives people a feeling of infinite grievance, making people want to obey her involuntarily.

The woman in purple didn't seem to notice anything strange about Uncle Nine Emperors, and shook the hem of Uncle Nine Emperors' clothes vigorously, with a clear sense of coquettishness: "Brother Da Ku, tell me, who are they... No, who are you?"

Feng Qingchen still drank tea quietly and didn't speak. When Wang Jinling looked over worriedly, she just smiled back to show that she didn't care, but she was the only one who understood how turbulent her heart was at this moment...


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