Chapter 15
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The young girl shouted angrily. It was unknown whether she was angry or embarrassed, but her beautiful face was flushed red. Without thinking, she raised the bow in her hand again. She took out an arrow, placed it on the bowstring, and aimed at Feng Jiu.
"Whoosh!"
The sharp arrow carried a burst of Xuan Qi and shot towards Fengjiu's heart at a speed that was too fast for one to cover their ears. It seemed that she planned to kill Fengjiu, and the moment she made her move, she was filled with murderous intent.
The people on the girl's side stood still, and the middle-aged man in the lead seemed to be indulging them. After all, in their opinion, Fengjiu was just a little beggar without Xuan Qi. Perhaps it was only because of good luck that he was able to come here. For someone like him, they could kill him with just one finger.
Ling Mohan, who was a few steps away from Fengjiu, did not stop them. He wanted to see how capable this little beggar was. From his observation of her, she was not a brainless person. On the contrary, she was very shrewd and would not do things that she was not sure of.
However, she clearly did not have a trace of Xuan Qi on her body, so where did she get the confidence to provoke others?
Just as he was thinking, his gaze suddenly shrank.
He saw her nimbly turn around and somersault to avoid the arrow. That arrow just happened to shoot under her body, and did not hurt her at all.
Seeing this scene, not only Ling Mohan, but also the middle-aged man and the young man's eyes flashed with astonishment. One must know that the other party did not have any Xuan Qi on her body, and they were very clear about how fast and fierce that arrow was shot. Normally, this little beggar should not be able to avoid it.
However, he avoided it. This proved that he was not as simple as he appeared to be.
"Damn it!"
The young girl angrily scolded. She reached behind her back and took out another arrow. She nocked the arrow and shot it out.
However, none of the arrows that were clearly aimed at the little beggar could hit him. Several arrows in a row missed. She then looked at the little beggar with a smile on his face. He raised his chin slightly and looked at her, as if to say, "Is that all you have?"
She was so angry that she put away her bow, pulled out a dagger from her waist and attacked him.
"Again? If you come again, I won't hold back anymore. " The smile on Fengjiu's lips carried a hint of strangeness. His gaze swept across the girl's ample bosom. Facing the dagger that was aimed at her, she did not dodge, but instead met it head-on.
"Little beggar! Die! "
Ling Mohan's eyes were fixed on Feng IX's movements. He saw that she had suddenly stepped forward and snatched the dagger from the girl's hand with a strange technique. She was so fast that even he could not see clearly how she had done it.
When he looked again, the dagger was already in her hand. Then, she moved behind the young girl and actually took the opportunity to touch the other party's snow-white skin. Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel a few black lines on his forehead.
Was she really a woman? Are you sure he's not a hooligan?
"Tsk tsk, so slippery."
Feng Jiu praised. His eyes were half-closed as he held the young girl's soft and slender waist with one hand while the other held the dagger against her beautiful snow-white neck. He seemed to be deliberately teasing her. He even leaned close to her neck and sniffed it with an intoxicated look on his face.
"So fragrant!"
This time, even the face of the middle-aged man, who had been keeping a straight face, darkened.
The young man next to him was also angry. There was obvious anger in his eyes, and his hands under his sleeves were tightly clenched into fists. If the girl was not in the other party's hands, he would not have been able to hold himself back.
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