Murong Feixue and Huahua couldn't control so much. They were desperately eating from the mountains and the sea. Of course, they were not the only ones eating. There was also White Tiger and the others who were eating together. The snake monster in the tail and the little pig were also eating.
It's for food.
Therefore, so many dishes on Murong Feixue's table suddenly disappeared, and then another disappeared. The scene was a bit strange.
With Murong Feixue and two such pretty girls eating here, there are naturally a lot of people there who take a liking to them and want to come up and tease them.
But after seeing the white tiger, all those people who pretended to be romantic stopped.
However, there are still some people who are not afraid of white tigers.
Two guys who were dressed like humans, with jade belts, golden swords hanging on their bodies, and purple gold and black crowns on their heads. They could be identified as second generation ancestors at a glance. They stood in front of Murong Feixue and the two of them, looking at them carelessly.
Two people.
"The two girls have really good appetites. This is the first time I've seen people as beautiful as the two girls who can eat so much." A second-generation ancestor stood in front of Murong Feixue.
, spewing sour words, seeing him like this Murong Feixue wanted to kick him in the face, it was too sour.
"What do you want to do?" Huahua stood up unceremoniously and looked at the two second-generation ancestors provocatively.
Although her skills are nothing in a place like Qingyun Academy, among ordinary people, she is still quite powerful.
"Haha, don't be afraid, girl. We are not bad people. We just saw the two girls so lonely and wanted to come up and chat with them. Hehe."
Huahua sneered: "You don't look like a good person, do you?"
The second-generation ancestor immediately became a little unhappy: "Girl, I don't like hearing you talk like this, you know? I never like hearing these unpleasant words, because I get angry easily when I hear it.
, my little brothers like to hit people, hehe, do you understand?"
In cooperation with this second-generation ancestor, some of his henchmen stood up from all around, laughing with the corners of their mouths, and then looked at Murong Feixue and Huahua with squinting eyes.
Seeing that they looked so familiar, it must not have been the first time for them to do this kind of thing, so it was quite familiar.
How could Huahua be afraid of them? She glanced at Murong Feixue and saw that she was concentrating on feeding the white tiger, so she knew that she acquiesced.
"Hey, it's a coincidence that we also have some bad habits. Every time I see someone showing off, I lower my head. It's not that I'm admitting defeat, but that I'm looking for bricks."
After Huahua said this relatively classic saying, a large piece of brick she had just picked up hit the head of the second generation ancestor nearest to her.
"Bang." There was a soft sound, and the second generation ancestor screamed and covered his head.
"Ah, you slutty bitch, how dare you hit me, little ones, catch her, I want these little ones to know how powerful our Qinghe Shuanglongs are."
The second-generation ancestor was angry after being beaten. With a wave of his hand, his stronger brothers rushed towards Huahua and Murong Feixue.
These are just slightly stronger guys, Huahua is not afraid at all. After a brick smashed the head of the second ancestor who was about to grab Murong Feixue, Huahua was like a tiger among the sheep.
Yes, he rushed into the crowd and kicked and punched him.
