The Anarchic Consort

When Zhang Shijie saw that she had not responded for a long time, she laughed again. "Look, this waste is scared by the young master. It is a pitiful..."

Zhang Shijie said, I want to hold the hair of Helen Weiwei, and squat down!

But before he could touch the hair of Helen Weiwei, the whole girl in front of him bounced out, and the body almost bent to an incredible level. The bones were interlaced and only heard a crack!

Zhang Shijie’s most proud right hand is broken!

No one saw her movements. When the reaction came, He Lian had pinched Zhang Shijie's wrist, and his lips were filled with laughter, like a queen who came out of the smoke.

The crowd was stunned, the air seemed to solidify, and I don’t know when there was no sound around.

Only Zhang Shijie took a deep breath and looked at Helen Weiwei with disapproval. He was so cold and sweaty, and he wanted to fight back with his left hand.

Oops!

It’s a crisp sound! !

Helen Weiwei smiled and looked at him: "This uneasy dog ​​paw is still unloaded."

"Ah!" Zhang Shijie screamed in pain, the pain from the bones to the flesh and blood, so that his face turned pale to the extreme, he squatted on the ground without image: "You and his daughter The horse is still doing what, let the young master!"

At this time, the young masters who followed Zhang Shijie reacted and immediately smashed their legs!

They have about four or five people, each with martial arts, hot and hot, long-legged hurricanes, and generally two people can't deal with them.

Helian Weiwei is not a general person. She is known as the most ace agent to fight. No matter who is the underworld or the white road, no one dares to confront her directly!

Looking at the oncoming leg wind, Helian Weiwei smiled and smiled as a dragon's body shuttled through the crowd, grabbing one of the people's arms, slamming hard...

Oops!

At the same time as the bones shook, Helen Weiwei slammed the low table with one foot, slammed one by one, fluttering with long hair, and lifting his white legs, and suddenly squatted on the long legs in the wind!

If it is a comparison, who can marry the mercenary queen!

"Is it still playing?" She sneered, standing in the backlight, holding one's neck in one hand, and stepping on Zhang Shijie's back with one foot, the exude of the whole body can almost burn the eyes!

The few young masters lying on the ground were squatting backwards, looking at Helen Weiwei with horror, fearing that she would shoot again, and finally the dog licked like a cockroach, and escaped from the ancestral hall while licking her head. Escape, while letting people laugh and say: "You give me waiting!"

The freshmen in the temple looked at them and laughed.

Helian Weiwei looked like an ancient scroll that picked up the ground, and blew it, put it on the low table, and continued to close his eyes and raise his spirits.

It’s been a while since the master came, and it’s just a bit of work.

Zhang Shijie licked his arm and groaned: "Damn waste!"

"Jie Ge, or else, let's not bother with her." There is a young master who proposed: "Taibai College is not like the outside, if it happens, it will be retired."

Zhang Shijie is angry: "What do you mean by saying, let the young master endure?"

"But you can't beat her obviously..." Several young masters whispered, and they began to regret and promised to help.

Zhang Shijie also realized that his tone was wrong and lowered his voice: "What are you afraid of, there are guardians behind us."

"But isn't that Helen Weiwei not a person who protects the country?" Someone frowned.

Zhang Shijie looked around, and the voice was sinister: "Oh, what kind of person she cares for the country, don't ask to find out who is the owner of the country, and a waste dare to come to Taibai College, it is just looking for death!"

"Jie Ge means someone wants her..."

Zhang Shijie screamed: "You don't guess anymore. Hurry and get the hands of this young master. This is done, and the benefits are indispensable to you!"

"Hey!" The young masters had lighted their eyes after the three words of the National Government. Now they have heard the benefits. They quickly helped Zhang Shijie to heal: "To say that this Helen Weiwei is really weird, she even has a little Wuqi is useless, how can it be so powerful? Even Jiege is not her opponent."

Wen Yan, Zhang Shijie’s face sank: “Today is the young master’s poor state. I will get back sooner or later!”

It’s like a gas, but he kicked the stone under his foot hard!

Here, Zhang Shijie is still awkward. The brethren on the other side seem to have seen something extremely fearful. Everyone’s face has become very ugly, and their mouths are wide open, stuttering: “Jie, Jie Ge."

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Shijie rushed to the air, and saw a figure in the distance.

The man’s image was just awakened, the black broken hair was still cocked, and the white outer shirt was covered with a leaf. The man standing beside him, hanging the stone on his hand, the corner of his mouth was a sly smile.

Although Zhang Shijie was born in Shandong, he spent more time in Beijing than in his hometown. In this circle in the capital, he played small and mixed. He usually followed behind Murong Shaofeng like a follower, and Mrs. Su intentionally or unintentionally. Support, in the city also know a lot of young masters who are in high position, and these two people, he obviously did not see, so do not care, the current evil smashed back: "See what, have not seen others angry what!"

Upon hearing this sentence, the figure slowly looked up and looked at Zhang Shijie. Just a glance, Zhang Shijie lost his mobility.

What kind of look is that, cold is almost ruthless, like a sorcerer who came out of the underworld, and made people look at the heart and tremble.

No one could see how he moved. He saw a flash of white light in front of him. When he reacted, the figure had already come to Zhang Shijie. The hair of the forehead was slightly raised, his posture was wild and flamboyant, his outline was deep, his eyes were deep. Like a young adult leopard, almost cold, hidden hot.

Zhang Shijie subconsciously reached out and stopped, but found that the other's internal strength was far above him, and he was bounced back and fell to the ground!

Oops!

Just listening to a burst of sound, the shadow of the figure stepped on Zhang Shijie's calf casually, just like the wind and the light walked over, like the people on the ground is not worthy of his mind.

It is like the back of the ancient gods, like the only clean snow between the heavens and the earth, but it is blazing and screaming.