Chapter 167
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As she says that, she beckons to someone not far away, "Xiao Bao, come here."
Hearing Mu Yan's call, Xiao Bao, who was originally practicing, immediately runs over.
Mu Yan touches her son's head.
Then she leisurely says: "Your opponent … is him."
"Are you kidding?!"
"Smelly woman, are you playing with us?"
"A milk baby, this father can kill him with one finger."
Mu Yan watches them quarreling and cursing with a smile that isn't a smile. When they're done, she blushes and says: "It seems that you don't want this chance."
Saying that, she turns around to leave.
"Wait a minute!" The knife-scarred man quickly stops her and asks suspiciously, "Are you serious? As long as we defeat this milk baby, you'll set us free?"
"Of course!" Mu Yan turns around, "I never lie."
"One-on-one, or best of three?"
Mu Yan is stumped by this question.
She looks down at Xiao Bao, "Baby, how do you think it's more interesting?"
Xiao Bao's little face is still cold, but a trace of impatience flashes in his eyes, "All of you, together."
Mu Yan raises her head and smiles, "Did you all hear that?"
The slaves of the Ghost City are stunned, wondering if they're hearing things.
A milk baby, who's not even five years old, actually says "together" in the face of these fiendish brawny men?
Is this stupid, or crazy?
After a moment of blankness, an ominous glint appears in the eyes of the slaves.
They're actually looked down upon by a milk baby and a frail woman, how can they tolerate this?!
"Little bastard, since you're courting death, don't blame us for being impolite!"
"That woman said it herself just now. Even if we tear this little bastard to pieces, you can't blame us!"
"That's right, who let this smelly woman not know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
As they speak, more than a dozen slaves rush up like a swarm of bees with a fierce murderous intent.
Mu Yan slowly takes a step back, wraps her arms around her chest, and watches this one-sided battle that's about to be one-sided.
The expressionless Yan Haotian finally can't help but look at her, then at the slaves besieging the young master, and shakes his head imperceptibly.
He could already foresee the miserable future of this group of idiots.
Don't be fooled by the smile on Young Miss's face. She would never let off anyone who had humiliated Young Master!
Furthermore, these idiots wanted to defeat the Young Master?
Dream on!
Just as this thought flashed through Yan Haotian's mind.
With a loud bang, a huge body was sent flying and landed heavily on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
If there was one, there would be two, and two, there would be three.
Following that, the entire courtyard was filled with screams of agony.
Then, one by one, the tower-like brawny men were either kicked away or lifted into the air and flung away.
In short, after a short quarter of an hour, except for Mu Yan and Yan Haotian who were watching from the side, the entire courtyard.
Only a small figure stood proudly in the middle of the courtyard.
Around him, there were many bruised and swollen men lying on the ground, screaming miserably.
At this moment, all the Ghost City's slaves look at Xiao Bao.
Not only were they shocked, but they looked at him as if he was a monster.
This was just a four-year-old kid!
A child who didn't even reach their waists.
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