"Little beauty! This prince will definitely love you very much!"
Yuwen smiled wildly, stretched out his hand to hold the red fan, and quickly grabbed Ye Qingluo's hand.
But, his hand was just about to touch Ye Qingluo.
Ye Qingluo had avoided his touch.
Even the red fan left Yu Wenkuang's chest.
Yuwen Kuang, who lost his support, lost his fat body and fell heavily to the ground.
As before, the limbs are wide open, facing the ground.
Everyone gasped again.
I really can't understand, how did Ye Qingluo do it, time and time again... Let them pass on the miraculous little prince, so embarrassed
"Young master, don't worry, after a while, it will definitely hurt you enough." Ye Qingluo stepped on Yuwen Kuang's back, bent down, and looked at the lump of flesh under his feet with a smile.
Yu Wenkuang struggled a few times, but couldn't break free from Ye Qingluo's strength.
He turned his face sideways, and the fat on his face was pressed to the ground, looking extremely greasy.
A pair of thin eyes stared at Ye Qingluo excitedly.
Ye Qingluo: "..." Fuck, dammit, isn't she a dick
The deeper the abuse, the heavier the abuse, the more excited he is
This is a disease!
It must be cured!
"Sister, this woman seems to be breathing more and more heavily!" Limao's voice suddenly came from behind.
Ye Qingluo was startled, and immediately turned to look over.
He saw the woman who had pleaded for them before, lying in Limao's arms, panting heavily.
As if he could not breathe at any time.
With a flick of his finger, Ye Qingluo quickly took out a bottle of medicine pill from the Minghuang ring, and threw it into Limao's hands: "Feed her one."
Immediately, he retracted his gaze and increased the strength of his feet.
She looked down at Yu Wenkuang's greasy and fat face, pulled the corners of her lips in sarcasm, and said word by word: "You're just a kid, and you want to learn how to tease little girls? You like me, but... girl, I can't see you." Fuck you little brat."
After finishing speaking, she casually kicked Yuwen Kuang.
Seems like a light kick.
Instead, Yu Wenkuang's mass of fat was kicked and flew in the direction of a group of guards.
The guards swarmed forward, trying to catch Yuwen Kuang.
But they were crushed by Yu Wenkuang one by one.
There were two guards, whose heads were pressed to the ground by the fat body of the little prince on the spot, turning them into meatloaf.
Ye Qingluo ignored Yuwen Kuang, but quickly turned around and walked to Limao's side.
She bent down and picked up the woman.
Then, walk in the other direction of the street.
The group of guards wanted to chase, but they didn't dare to chase.
People who can't even beat the little prince, even if they go up, they will die in vain!
Seeing the little prince baring his teeth and crying out in pain.
The guards decided to choose...
Hush and warm to the little prince, directly ignoring Ye Qingluo and the three leaving.
...
Ye Qingluo hugged the woman, quickly left the street, and turned to another quiet alley.
Ye Qingluo put the woman down against the wall and felt her pulse.
The blood on the woman's forehead had stopped, her face was pale and extremely fragile.
Ye Qingluo wasn't stingy with his elixir either.
After feeding the woman another pill, he bandaged the wound on her forehead.
"Sister, why don't you just kill that little boy! He's gone too far!" Limao said angrily, seeing the woman's pale face.
Ye Qingluo sprinkled the medicine powder on the woman's forehead with gentle movements, while answering Limao's words: "After all, the other party is a prince, and he is a very favored prince. If we kill him, we will be unable to move an inch in Beilan Continent." .”