With such a contrast, Ning Xiaolei, a guy in casual clothes, naturally attracted attention.

Especially in his side, there is a super beauty poetry.

With her poetic beauty and accomplishments, she is definitely not unknown in Yanhuang department. Many people know her.

Just after walking a little further, someone came up to say hello.

"Isn't it poetic? When did you come back?"

The speaker was a man in his twenties, with frivolous eyebrows and fiery eyes lingering on the beautiful legs of the poetic rhyme, and a little bit of saliva in his mouth.

Ning Xiaolei can't bear it for a moment. He dares to see his own woman like this. He is looking for death.

Who said that rhyme has not happened with him, but it is not sooner or later.

"Brother, you belong to a dog. Why can't you control your saliva?"

Ning Xiaolei stands in front of the rhyme and looks at the man sarcastically.

The man is tiny Leng, immediately burst into a rage: "special how to talk, which thing, get out of my Yanhuang department."

"Well, it's really a dog. He wants to bite when he opens his mouth."

Ning Xiaolei is not angry, smiling at the man, slowly.

But he was so angry by the man that he roared: "go away, or don't blame me for being rude."

"Presumptuous, Huang Dong, what kind of thing are you? What right do you have to prevent others from coming to my Yanhuang department?"

Poetic rhyme would not look at someone talking to Ning Xiaolei like this and stand out in a cold voice.

Huang Dong's face was ugly. He said angrily, "poetic charm, you..."

"Get away from me. I'm tired of watching you." The poetic rhyme hums and pulls Ning Xiaolei away.

In the past, she would not be like this, but now she only has Ning Xiaolei in her heart. For her, Ning Xiaolei is everything.

For Huang Dong, a toad, she didn't bother to pretend, so she let him die completely.

Ning Xiaolei is very satisfied with the girl's expression, but he doesn't give up so much. He turns back and deliberately makes a provocative move to Huang Dong.

"Damn, I'm not finished with you."

Huang Dong is biting his teeth viciously, his eyes are murderous, and he looks at Ning Xiaolei.

Along the way, poetry has been holding Ning Xiaolei's hand, many people see in the eyes, and soon the news spread among the younger generation of Yanhuang.

As one of the four beauties in Yanhuang department, there are many pursuers of poetic charm, but poetic charm does not accept anyone.

But now, do not accept anyone's pursuit of poetry, but take the initiative to hold a man's hand, this is undoubtedly a strong news.

Many young yanhuangbu people who didn't carry out the task wanted to see what was sacred and won the beauty of poetic charm.

"Yun'er, do you mean to recruit enemies for me?" Feeling the bad eyes, Ning Xiaolei said nothing.

"I don't mean that. I just want to tell everyone that I have my own poetic charm and let them die." Poetry rhymes.

Ning Xiaolei chuckles: "it's good to attract them. I'll beat them all down. If I want to make our family rhyme, I have to weigh my weight."

"Hee hee, that's what I think. If you can deal with the gold villain and the silver villain, you won't be afraid of them."

With a proud smile, Shi Yun drags Ning Xiaolei to a small courtyard.

There is a small sign next to the gate, which says "wanted courtyard".

And see two people come here, those who come to join in the fun of Yanhuang people suddenly burst out in an uproar, can run here, are Yanhuang in the fierce figures, as well as the domestic various factions of experts.

There are two kinds of people who come here. One is to check the wanted list, and the other is to kill the people above and hand them in.

As a poet, there's no reason why she doesn't know who is wanted. Obviously, there's only one reason. She killed the people on the wanted list and handed them in.