Ye Qingluo glanced at her, but didn't want to talk to her.
Go straight past Mrs. Yang, ready to leave.
Mrs. Yang's old face suddenly became ugly: "Little girl! Didn't you hear me?!"
As Mrs. Yang said, she strode forward and stopped Ye Qingluo again.
"What's the matter?" Ye Qing asked lightly, frowning.
Since following Miss Xiaofeng.
In the entire safe zone, didn't everyone smile at her Mrs. Yang
Even the soldiers from Gu Fengzong had to call "Mrs. Yang" when they saw her.
When did someone dare to show her face
Mrs. Yang said with a sullen face: "Little girl, this place is no better than you being at home. It's not a place where you should play the big lady's temper! I'm just looking for your pity, so I'll arrange for you the most relaxing place. Don't be ignorant!"
Mrs. Yang has a very loud voice.
And in the safe zone, everyone knows people.
He heard Mrs. Yang's voice.
The eyes of the other common people all looked over.
With the support of the people behind her, Mrs. Yang's waist straightened even more: "I advise you, you'd better be obedient, otherwise... I will reward you to those soldiers and let you be a prostitute for them!"
Mrs. Yang's words got worse the more she said them.
Ye Qingluo didn't care about Mrs. Yang's obstruction at first.
As far as she is concerned.
Mrs. Yang is just an ordinary citizen.
only…
Mrs. Yang insisted on messing with her.
Just don't blame her, don't show mercy.
"Stare! Why are you still staring?! A down-and-out young lady, how dare you play with your temper?" Mrs. Yang was a little terrified by Ye Qingluo's stare.
Mrs. Yang stiffened her neck and kept yelling and cursing.
"Snapped!"
A crisp applause interrupted the noisy mansion.
It also stopped Mrs. Yang's abuse.
Granny Yang recovered from the pain, raised her hand suddenly, and covered her face.
"You... you dare to hit me?!" Mrs. Yang didn't even see the girl in front of her attack, but the burning pain on her face was extremely obvious.
Even speak.
The muscles involved were so painful that she gasped.
Ye Qingluo glanced lightly at the slap marks on Pozi Yang's face, and said in a cold voice, "You really deserve a slap."
"You... you..." Yang Pozi was very angry, "Okay! Okay! You are stubborn! If my old lady doesn't beat you to death today, I won't be called Yang Pozi!"
Howling, she rushed towards Ye Qingluo.
It's just... this pounce.
Not close to the girl yet.
Mrs. Yang felt a blur in front of her eyes.
The body also rushed to nothing, staggered, fell heavily to the ground, and fell into the mud.
She fell all over her body, and her bones were aching.
Howling and crying, rolling over and over on the ground.
Just like a shrew.
Ye Qingluo was five steps away from Mrs. Yang, standing with her arms crossed.
Alluring face, no emotion.
Her eyes were cold and calm, and she couldn't see what she was thinking.
She disdains to fight with ordinary people.
I'm not interested either, so I shot an old man.
That slap was not made by her.
Of course, she didn't realize where the power of that slap came from.
Looking in front of her, Mrs. Yang looked hysterical.
Ye Qingluo raised her eyes instinctively, looked over the crowd, and looked at the black-robed woman standing beside her wooden table.
The four eyes seem to be facing each other.
Ye Qingluo once again felt a smile under the woman's black robe.
That smile seemed to be mocking her.
What she felt was not real.