Chapter 42: Destroying the little secret guard 002
Song Huaiye couldn't help but pause for a moment when he saw those clear peach blossom eyes.
Lying in his arms, Anyang Yi pursed her lips and tugged on Song Huaiye's sleeves.
"Brother Ye?"
Song Huaiye came back to his senses, lowered his eyes and looked at the weak Anyang Yi in his arms. His heart softened. After comforting him for a while, he looked at Jiang Tingting and spoke in a calm tone:
"If you are disrespectful to your master, you will be fined fifty bucks when you go back."
Jiang Tingting held her chin up, looking innocent.
What did she do?
"Disrespectful? Who?"
Song Huaiye glanced at her.
"Add fifty more boards."
Jiang Tingting: What kind of Gou Ba do you dare to threaten me? (▼伶▼#)
There is a hint of smile and danger on the woman's fair face.
Jiang Tingting stood up suddenly. The blood in her chest had completely stopped, and her strength had almost recovered. She was still struggling.
She directly pulled out the sword from her waist and pointed it at Song Huaiye.
"Death or apology?"
"???"
【323:Σ(っ°Д°;)っ】
[Host, host, calm down! If you kill the Child of Destiny, you will be punished by the world!]
Song Huaiye was also stunned by Jiang Tingting's sudden move.
As a secret guard, he has always been loyal to him and obeyed his orders. How could he point a sword at him and threaten him like this?!
"Do you know what you are doing?" Song Huaiye held Anyang Yi in his arms, his eyes darkened, and he did not move, as if he was sure that Jiang Tingting was not so courageous to do this.
The little secret guard was dressed in black, with a high ponytail, full of sass, and a careless smile in her peach blossom eyes. She was approaching Song Huaiye with the sword in her hand.
"Stop talking nonsense, it's annoying."
Anyang Yi wanted to raise his head, but Song Huaiye held his head down.
"Jiang Tingting, you are so brave to draw a sword against your master."
Song Huaiye’s handsome face was so gloomy and scary.
Jiang Tingting didn't hear his words at all. She yawned lazily. The tip of the sword was glowing with silver and was only two fingers away from Song Huaiye's nose.
"What a bullshit master, you have been unilaterally dismissed by me."
"You..." Song Huaiye gritted his teeth, his whole body was filled with chill and the air pressure was extremely low.
He let go of Anyang Yi and rubbed her head with a gentle tone:
"Little princess, close your eyes, I have to clean up the house."
Anyang Yi glanced at Jiang Tingting, completely forgetting that Jiang Tingting had just sacrificed his life to save her.
There was a hint of disgust in her eyes, and then she nodded obediently towards Song Huaiye and turned around.
Song Huaiye also pulled out the sword from his waist and fought with Jiang Tingting.
Jiang Tingting was actually equal in strength against Song Huaiye, but Song Huaiye kept attacking her injured chest, which made Jiang Tingting unbearable. During the last move, she held Song Huaiye's thorn with her bare hands.
The sword came over, and with a strong force, the sword broke. When Song Huaiye was stunned, Jiang Tingting turned around and kicked him away with a beautiful kick.
Song Huaiye hit his back against a stone pillar and spit out a large mouthful of blood. It felt like several of his ribs were broken...
Seeing this, Anyang Yi immediately stood up and stepped forward to help Song Huaiye in panic...
Song Huaiye comforted Anyang Yi, but looked at Jiang Tingting with cold eyes.
Jiang Tingting's palms were dripping with blood. But she didn't even react to the pain and pointed her sword at Song Huaiye.
"It's useless. If you don't apologize, I'll kill you."
"…"
Anyang Yi stood in front of Song Huaiye, his eyebrows serious.
"If you dare to hurt him, I will kill all nine of your clans and make your life worse than death!"
Jiang Tingting raised his eyebrows carelessly, and the tip of the sword came very close to Anyang Yi's cheek.