A sickly beauty controls an interstellar beast

Although Shen Qiyue had recharged her anger points to increase her combat power, it was true that she was just an adult after all, and it was difficult for her to fight with two fists against four hands. What's more, there were eight people with sixteen hands on the opposite side. It didn't take long for her to hold on. After being beaten back and forth, he finally got some breathing space after summoning the little snow demon to help.

Shen Qifei saw more and more blood stains on her body, and she couldn't hold back the gloating expression on her face. She turned away her eyes with a guilty conscience, then silently approached Shen Yinghuan with small steps, and asked, "Aren't you going to help?"

Shen Yinghuan turned her head and glanced at her, her palm-sized, beautiful and supple face showing innocence, as if she was confused.

"Why do you go up to help? What a great training opportunity."

Then she analyzed enthusiastically, "These eight people are not even beast masters. They are all minions. Their three-legged cat skills are looked down upon. They must be cannon fodder sent by the Qian family to test us. If Shen Qiyue even If you can't handle these eight, how will you avoid those assassinations in the future, so for her own good, I don't think we can help. This is the same as a spoiled child is like a murdered child."

Shen Qifei was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then smiled confidently and boldly, "Oh, so that's it, then we can't hold Yueyue back."

Shen Qiyue's face was twisted and she gritted her teeth in anger, knowing that these two bitches were unreliable.

The eight people didn't look good either. What did the little girl say? What kind of minions are you talking about? Three-legged cat kung fu. They don't want to lose face. Don't think that because you are beautiful, you can just mess around.

Turning their anger into fighting, they became more ruthless, and Shen Qiyue became the unlucky target of their anger.

She was so angry in her heart that she glared at Shen Yinghuan with red eyes as if she wanted to eat someone. She was still unwilling to shout, "You idiots, Shen Yinghuan is the one who made the sarcastic remarks. You are not afraid of killing the wrong person and not getting paid." .”

What answered her was that one of the women gave her a vicious kick without hesitation, knocking her to the ground. If it hadn't been for the help of the little snow demon, the man who rushed up from behind could have successfully put the dagger into her neck, and put the knife into her neck. She sent it off.

What Shen Jide and his party saw when they came over was this thrilling scene, and he was immediately frightened out of his wits.

"Qiyue, you people dare to hurt her, I will kill you."

As he said this, he summoned the spiritual beast and ran over from a distance with an angry look on his face to fight the person.

And the eight people who were surrounding Shen Qiyue to kill finally got the feeling, and looked at each other with wide eyes, "This seems to be Shen Qiyue, did we get the wrong person?"

Shen Qiyue, who was resting her hands on the ground, suddenly became excited. Her mouth full of blood opened and she laughed, "You know it now. I told you a long time ago that I am not Shen Yinghuan. She is the one standing. You go quickly." Kill her."

The eight people followed her gaze and looked towards the beautiful and picturesque person over there.

Shen Yinghuan didn't panic at all, raised her eyebrows at them, and showed a kind smile.

The eight people decisively averted their eyes, then lowered their heads and stared at Shen Qiyue, muttering in their mouths.

"Shen Yinghuan has 10 million Xiaoling coins, and Shen Qiyue has 8 million Xiaoling coins. So just make a mistake. Eight million is not a lot."

"Yes, if you cut half of it and then give it up, it would be a waste of time. It's better to focus on this one, so as not to lose both the sesame and the watermelon, and get nothing."

Each of the eight people spoke, and reached an agreement in seconds, and then continued to attack Shen Qiyue harshly, hoping to finish the battle quickly before her helpers came.

Shen Yinghuan raised her eyebrows after hearing this. These eight guys were not stupid at all.

Shen Qiyue's face became stiff and twisted after hearing this, and she couldn't believe it. Why was she the unlucky one?

We agreed to kill Shen Yinghuan. Do you still have some principles? Can't you carry forward the excellent virtue of perseverance to the end? ! !

In the end, Shen Yinghuan took action because Shen Jide and the others came too slowly. Shen Qiyue would probably lose half of her life by the time they came over, so she made a move, and her attack was so powerful that it was almost too fast. Before the eight people could react, she kicked one of them from behind, knocking them to the ground, and then removed their hands and feet with a finishing blow.

When Shen Jile and others came over, they could only get a job of tying people up. Shen Jide came faster and helped remove a few arms and legs.

"Sister, are you okay?" After tying up the person, Shen Jile happily ran to Shen Yinghuan to greet her.

Shen Qifei pouted on the side, what could happen to this pervert? Those who are in trouble are lying on the ground. Look at Shen Qiyue, she is the most injured.

The eight people who were tied up and unable to move also had a lot of say. They all looked constipated and ugly. This young man from the Shen family couldn't see clearly at such a young age. This woman didn't even have her hair messed up. She seemed fine at first sight. , what is your mentality to ask this question!

Then they began to reflect, hating how they were so confused by the patriarch's 10 million Xiaoling coins. Could Shen Yinghuan be worth 10 million Xiaoling coins? They just accepted five Shen Qiyue worth 8 million. It's easier than Shen Yinghuan's price of 10 million. If they still have their lives to go back, they will definitely protest to the clan leader and raise Shen Yinghuan's price to 50 million, no, to 80 million.

Shen Yinghuan, who didn't know what they were thinking, met Shen Jile's concerned eyes. The smile on her face faded slightly, and then she covered her chest and said seriously, "It's true. I was going too fast just now and couldn't breathe properly. My chest hurts a little."

Shen Jile immediately became anxious and supported her to sit on the chair next to her. "Sister, you rest first. I will follow you when you go out. Leave me alone for fights and other matters. Grandpa asked me to take care of you before he went out. of."

Shen Yinghuan followed his strength and sat down on the only chair that was still intact with a satisfied smile, "Well, be good."

The eight people on the ground looked at each other. Shen Yinghuan was a sick man, gasping for breath every step of the way. Even if he became a beast master, this problem would not be cured. This news was right.

"That's right." Shen Yinghuan looked at the broken chairs next to her and seemed to think of something. She turned to Shen Qiyue who had just been helped over and said, "Sister, I didn't have the nerve to remind you when you were fighting just now. You used them as weapons. The chairs are public facilities on the starship and must be compensated, so remember to compensate them."

Shen Qiyue's eyes are about to burst, she has bullied others too much, she has bullied others too much!

Her body trembled with anger, pain surged in her chest, and finally she stared and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Eight people: It seems that Shen Qiyue is not in good health. Why are there so many sick people in the Shen family who vomit blood?

Shen Yinghuan touched her nose and didn't expect Shen Qiyue to be so angry. When she faced the trembling eyes of the other Shen family members, she pursed her lips and put on a righteous expression.

"She must have been injured too badly. A mouthful of blood was blocked. She can just spit it out now. You guys should treat her quickly."

"Oh oh oh." Several peers from the Shen family quickly looked away and followed the instructions.