The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Shen Yijia spoke at a leisurely pace, and when she said a word, she sent a fist, and the fist was white and tender.

Looking weak and weak, only the enjoying knife tyrant knows how painful it is, and every punch can make his brain buzz.

But Shen Yijia didn't hit anywhere else, but turned to pick her face and hit her.

The fist was fast and hateful, it rained down on the face, and the collar was pulled so that Daoba couldn't even resist for a while.

After a few punches, Daoba's face was covered in blood.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't speak, Daoba really wanted to shout a slap in the face, don't slap in the face!

At this time, the group of brothers under Daoba also reacted. Seeing the appearance of their boss, they swallowed.

Unanimously, he took a step back.

Li Shi breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Jingchen changed from worry at first to surprise, and then when he heard Shen Yijia's words, the corner of his mouth could not help but twitch, he just felt amused.

Immediately after thinking of something, she looked at the woman who surprised her again and again.

The speed just now can't even match his heyday, and her various performances this night.

Is it really something a boudoir girl can do?

Just looking at her skills, it doesn't look like she can be bullied by a few ladies in the house.

If she lied to herself in the first place, what was her purpose? What do you want from yourself?

Song Jingchen laughed at himself, does he still have anything worth calculating now?

No, there is one more thing.

Thinking of this, a dark light flashed in Song Jingchen's eyes.

Brother Hao and Sister Huan have completely forgotten their fear, and their eyes are full of stars.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, I would want to applaud and cheer.

"Damn...you are all dead..." When he spat out his fifth tooth, Daoba finally found a space to speak, but the fist slammed down again when he opened his mouth.

Blademaster: "..."

Can you let me finish?

However, his roar also played a role.

There were two people who dared to take a knife from Shen Yijia and slashed.

Song Jingchen hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and pulled a bow to shoot an arrow at the man behind Shen Yijia, and at the same time he kept reminding: "Be careful."

Uncle Yang also rushed up immediately, but he didn't wait for him to come.

Shen Yijia lifted the knife and hit the man with the knife. With such a big piece, it was like a fluffy piece of paper in her hand.

I only heard two muffled sounds at the same time and remembered, one naturally came from the mouth of Daoba, and the other...

Shen Yijia looked back, Oh Huo.

I saw a bamboo arrow sticking straight into the forehead of the man behind him, his eyes widened in disbelief. When it fell back, it was dead.

Now the remaining bandits were even more terrified. It turned out that not only the weak-looking girl was a pervert, but also the sick-looking man.

What kind of devil did they provoke this time?

Shen Yijia blinked: "..."

Can she scream?

Taking a deep breath and holding it back, he threw Daoba, whose left arm had been slashed, to the ground, and stepped on it with one foot.

He gave a thumbs up to the man who was so frightened that his sword fell to the ground because he slashed the sword tyrant, and sincerely suggested: "You are so powerful that you even slashed your own boss. But he is not dead yet, do you want to make another knife? Like this? When you go back, you can be your own boss."

The man was so frightened that when Shen Yijia said it, his legs softened, and he shivered in defense: "I...I don't, it's you...you used the boss to block the sword."

Shen Yijia gave him a white look: "I and you are enemies. If I don't use him to block the sword, should I still stand here and let you cut? You are different, you are a group."