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Chapter 30: The car crashes

Old Futou shivered in fright, how could he eat casually? This girl really didn't want her life.

However, Xuanyuan Jianxiong did not get angry. Facing Mu Yuyao's smiling face, he said in a slightly cold voice, "You are good at timing."

Mu Yuyao stuck out her tongue and said, "That's right, that's right, you must be punctual when doing things for me." Yesterday, she studied the slave code and understood that Xuanyuan Jianxiong absolutely hates people being late.

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Xuanyuan Jianxiong refused to eat, but Mu Yuyao ate with gusto. In her previous life, she had a bad stomach because she suffered too much from stomach problems. In this life, she must protect her stomach no matter what.

I could drive a car before, but now I have to drive a carriage. Mu Yuyao was still not very good at it at first.[

Although the horse was obedient, there were other aspects to pulling the rope, and Mu Yuyao felt that she was not doing it smoothly.

Fortunately, she was a very perceptive person, and within an hour of finishing her meal, the carriage was spinning around in her hands.

Old Futou took in the entire process of her transformation from unfamiliarity to proficiency, and a hint of secret praise flashed across her face. It seemed that this girl was pretty smart.

Car, driving through the mountains and forests, breathing the fresh air, listening to the singing of the birds... Mu Yuyao was quite happy in her heart.

The bright sunshine reflected on her body, and the feeling of full of vitality and fighting spirit made her very excited. She could drive away the car.

However, as a bodyguard, her ears and eyesight remained at their best even when she was so proud.

A flash of white light flashed, and her heart skipped a beat.

When the light is bright, there is such a dark light refracting through. Needless to say, what is happening.

She yelled, "Get out of the way, there's an ambush."

I don’t know where Xuanyuan Jianxiong is going this time, but before he arrives, someone is ambushing him and trying to kill him.

After she yelled, a group of people filed out.

The woods in front of me stirred, and a string of rockets came whizzing towards me.

In terms of speed, she can't compare to these rockets.

Just as he closed his eyes and waited for death, he was hugged around the waist.

The rich scent of ambergris suddenly calmed her heart.

She put her hands and feet together and curled up hard in Xuanyuan Jianxiong's arms, and her heart calmed down.

Open your eyes and see spring, summer, autumn and winter rushing forward calmly carrying those rockets.

Not long after, Chun ran out first and knelt in front of Xuanyuan Jianxiong who was still hugging Mu Yuyao, "Master, 100 people, annihilate them all."

One hundred people were all gone in just a short time, and Mu Yuyao trembled in her heart.[

Looking up at Xuanyuan Jianxiong, "Where are we going?"

The body was thrown to the ground with a thud. Xuanyuan Jianxiong said with a cold face, "Drive the car."

Well, the master will not answer the slave's question easily. How could she forget it.

Shrinking her head, Mu Yuyao put her hands on the ground and quickly climbed up under Chun's contemptuous and mocking eyes.

When she came to the car, she had a sad face. This car had just been shot by a rocket. At this time, the horses were injured and the carriage was destroyed. How could she drive such a carriage?

He turned around and looked at Xuanyuan Jianxiong in embarrassment, "Master, this car... is broken down."

Xuanyuan Jianxiong just raised his head and looked at the sky. He saw that you are a coachman and you can't guard your own car well. Hum...

Confused, Old Futou ran out at this time and looked at her sympathetically, "Xiao Yaozi, my business comes first. No matter what method you use, you must rush to where we are going. There is still half an hour.

Lu, it’s up to you.”

On the weekend, today the comments, collections and evaluations are coming more violently... Is Lunjiawan better? The response should be more violent...


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