"Bang!" There was a heavy roar, and a slender body was thrown at Murong Feixue's feet like garbage.
Yao Caibai appeared shortly after, patted the dust with both hands, and said disdainfully: "Teaching a person like this a lesson will really dirty your hands."
Mo Ziluo then appeared, as if he couldn't catch up, and took a breath. He glanced at the man who had fallen at Murong Feixue's feet and had his mouth full of mud. He immediately explained to Murong Feixue: "That cold arrow just now was him.
Let it go!"
As soon as Mo Ziluo finished speaking, he saw dozens of figures rushing over. They were shouting and pulling at the man who was smashed to pieces on the ground. They looked frightened.
"Young Master! Young Master, what's wrong with you?"
"Oh, young master! You must not let anything happen to you..."
The man was dizzy and was helped to his feet by ordinary people. He was only about 20 years old. His fine clothes had been wrinkled and covered with mud. With grass and stones on his head, he was in a miserable state. But when he stood still,
Then he mustered up enough resentment. He held his head high, stretched out his fingers, and started yelling regardless.
"You bitch! So what if I hit you with a cold arrow? Who are you, how dare you..."
The roaring man saw Murong Feixue in front of him at a glance. This woman was different from the women he had seen before. Her unforgettable beauty and cold and arrogant temperament were all like a fatal attraction. Instantly.
The man's eyes straightened and his voice paused. Two streaks of steaming nosebleeds slowly flowed out from under his nostrils. He even forgot to cry out in pain. There was clearly a greedy look in his eyes.
"Say it again." Murong Feixue's voice was cold, and he raised his eyes gently, with a stern look that made the man's back feel cold.
This was a look that wanted to kill someone! It was very scary. But this man was used to eating Yingying Yanyan, and he had never seen a woman with such a temper. His desire to conquer was even more aroused, and he cracked a pair of white teeth.
The man smiled frivolously.
"Girl, my name is Wei Qianxiong, the son of the lord of Maple City! My cold arrow will hit you! This means that we are destined. Come, I am willing to take responsibility. You can come back with me and be my wife! I promise
Divorce all the concubines in my family and let you grow up! How about that?"
Wei Qianxiong shamelessly leaned in front of Murong Feixue, as if accepting Murong Feixue as his concubine was a gift. He fully expected that Murong Feixue would agree.
Both Mo Ziluo and Yao Caibai were defeated by this man's shamelessness. After a moment of astonishment, one smiled eerily and the other smiled calmly. Only Li Daiyuan, a more upright girl, said it to everyone.
idea.
"Humph, if you want to marry our lady, it depends on whether you still have the life..."
Wei Qianxiong immediately turned back and glared at Li Daiyuan. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he realized that this Li Daiyuan was also a beautiful woman. His fair skin and cute little face also seemed to have a different charm. It was just that he was delicate.
From the looks of it, it was still a few grades behind Murong Feixue. Naturally, he wanted to choose a better one.
So, he continued to turn around and look at Murong Feixue, grinning so small that he said with a **** expression: "Miss, although your maid is also beautiful, she is also jealous of you and deliberately talks to seduce me! But!
, you can rest assured, my feelings for the young lady are absolutely ascertainable, and there is not a trace of deception!"