While speaking, she beckoned not far away, "Xiaobao, come here."
Hearing Muyan's call, Xiao Bao who was practicing kung fu immediately ran over obediently.
Muyan patted her son's head.
Only then said leisurely: "Your opponent... is him."
"What are you kidding?!"
"Bitch, are you kidding us?"
"A baby, I killed him with one finger."
Muyan watched them quarreling and cursing with a half-smile, and when they had had enough noise, she said: "It seems that you don't want this opportunity anymore."
After speaking, turn around and leave.
"Wait a minute!" The man with the scar quickly called her to stop, and said suspiciously, "What you said is true, as long as we defeat this milk doll, you will set us free?"
"Of course!" Muyan turned around, "I never tell lies."
"Is it one-on-one, or two out of three?"
This is a shame for Muyan.
She looked down at Xiaobao, "Baby, how do you compare it, is it more interesting?"
Xiaobao's face was still cold, but there was a hint of impatience in his eyes, "All, let's go together."
Muyan raised her head, smiling, "Did you all hear that?"
The slaves in the ghost market were stunned, wondering if they were hallucinating.
A milk doll who is less than five years old, facing these fierce and strong men like them, actually said "Let's go together"
Is this stupid, or crazy
But after the daze, a fierce light appeared in the eyes of each slave.
How could they bear to be looked down upon by a milk doll and a weak woman? !
"Little brat, since you are looking for death, don't blame the grandpas for being rude!"
"What you said just now, but that girl said it herself, even if we tear this brat into pieces, we can't blame us!"
"That's right, who let this stinky bitch not know the heights of heaven and earth!"
While speaking, more than a dozen slaves rushed up like a swarm with fierce killing intent.
Muyan took a step back slowly, folded her arms around her chest, watching this crushing battle that was about to be overwhelming.
Yan Haotian, who was expressionless on the side, finally couldn't help looking at her, then at the group of slaves besieging the young master, and shook his head imperceptibly.
He could already see the miserable future of these idiots.
Don't look at the young lady who is smiling now, but she will not let anyone off who has humiliated the young master easily!
What's more, relying on this group of idiots, want to beat the young master
dream!
It was almost Yan Haotian's thought that just flashed through.
With a loud bang, a huge body flew out, fell heavily to the ground, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.
If there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three.
Then, screams of ghosts and wolves were heard throughout the yard.
Then, the strong men like iron towers were either kicked out or lifted up and thrown into the air.
In short, after a short quarter of an hour, only Muyan and Yan Haotian were watching in the entire courtyard.
Only a small figure stood proudly in the middle of the courtyard.
And around him, there were strong men with bruised noses and swollen faces, screaming constantly.
At this moment, all the ghost market slaves looked at Xiaobao.
It's not just shocking, but like watching a monster.
This is just a four-year-old child!
A child no taller than their waists.
Unexpectedly... unexpectedly beat up a dozen of them "evil ghosts" who climbed out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood!