Nangong's black eyes, shining like stars, were cold. She shivered when she hit the daughter.
With a small step, he approached the lady who was abusing. His whole body was like a night fork climbing out of hell. His eyes touched her, which was frightening.
"Nangong yueluo... You... You are so brave... You dare to kill people with a knife..." the daughter's voice is broken, with a strong tremor.
Nangong yueluo has a strong sneer on her lips. There are many people around her. So what? If she doesn't provoke these people, they will automatically provoke her.
What's more, even Princess Liuli and the prince have been offended by her. She is just a rich official. Why is she afraid of it?
The Qianjin touched Nangong yueluo's killing eyes, and a cold chill rose from the soles of his feet, sweating his palms.
Nangong yueluo is approaching step by step. The daughter is pale and wants to retreat, but there is no way back. She has to pretend to be calm and think that Nangong yueluo is not so brave as to kill people in full view of the public.
So, instead of retreating, he took a step forward, raised his arrogant chin, and said with a sneer: "the moon falls in the south palace, you cheap hoof, you should go to hell early, die early and live early."
The south palace moon falls beautiful Mou Guang more benefit, a cruel smile, the next moment, the body quick move.
In the blink of an eye, Nangong yueluo came to the Qian Jin. With a cold smile and a sneer on her lips, she said, "Tut, it seems that the tongue is really long."
"Ah, look at this flowery face. If I cut a few knives on it and open a few enchanting blood flowers, it must be gorgeous."
"Ah... Nangong yueluo... How dare you..." the daughter was so scared by Nangong yueluo that her face was as white as paper.
"You can try it. My knife is extremely sharp. This young lady can rest assured that she will be able to make a few beautiful blood flowers on your face
The voice falls, in the hand absolute cold knife raises, the next moment, the cold knife point directly arrives at this export to scold the Qian Jin face.
"Ah..." she screamed with fright.
"Tut, why not? Go on? " Nangong yueluo said with a sneer on her lips.
"Miss Nangong, please forgive me. I'll never dare again..." the daughter begged for mercy with a white face.
The onlookers were surprised at Nangong yueluo's amazing skill, and her bloodthirsty and murderous spirit. The breath of death came from hell.
The hand that the South Temple month falls steeply one Yang, frighten this Qian Jin is to scream repeatedly.
"Ah..."
The next moment, the pearls on her head were cut off.
Nangong month falls, the voice of remnant cold way: "remember, if have next time, just like this flower."
It is useless to keep a low profile in life and work, so from then on she will keep a high profile in life and work.
Anyone who offends her will be punished.
Nangong yueluo takes back the scalpel as thin as cicada wings. The golden lady shivers in a cold sweat and looks at Nangong yueluo in horror.
There was less talk around, but there were still some bold people whispering and jeering.
The moon in the south palace is falling, and the cold light sweeps all the people. Although it's sunset, the streets are full of people today, and they don't come back.
It's not too big to watch one by one.
It seems that the fear of waiting for themselves is not small.
As she moved, the flow of people on both sides surged in the same direction as her.
For a moment, there was a sense of attention. It was a pity that these people wanted to rush to the gate of the prime minister's residence to see her play.