Chapter 2

"What's the matter? I'm dead with Ding Yu. Gu Xiaoxiao let out her breath to calm down.

I used taboo fighting, and then the plane exploded, and every scene was still in front of me.

"Wait a minute!" just as Gu Xiaoxiao was thinking, a male voice suddenly came out, and then there was a commotion outside.

The curtain of the sedan chair was suddenly pulled open, and what caught Gu Xiaoxiao's eyes was a delicate man's face, with sword eyebrows and star eyes.

Because Ding Yu has a handsome face, Gu Xiaoxiao will take the initiative to approach him. Ding Yu is handsome and charming, but also considerate and gentle. Gu Xiaoxiao, who has never been in love, falls into his gentle trap.

Even, as a bounty hunter, he risked his life to make money and repay Ding Yu's debt.

And the person in front of him is exactly what Ding Yu looks like!

It's just that his dress is a little strange. He's wearing a pure white shawl and a black gold edged Jiulong belt around his waist. In the hand is also holding a fan, on the fan is the lifelike landscape painting.

According to reason, Ding Yu and himself should not be alive Is it because of the side effects of taboo fighting that Gu Xiaoxiao passed through the ancient times hundreds of years ago.

Before Gu Xiaoxiao could speak, slag man said, "Ouyang Xiaoxiao looks good, but it's a pity It's rubbish

Gu Xiaoxiao's brain is running fast at this time. Looking at the slag man, he doesn't speak. There is a smile at the corner of his mouth. waste material? Is Ouyang Xiaoxiao

Yes, it's Xiaoxiao.

"Why are you staring at me all the time? I know I look good. As for you, although you are good-looking, I like women who are both talented and beautiful. I want to inherit the throne. It's a delusion to want me to marry you even if you're such a scrap. " Wind ink dust to see Ouyang Xiaoxiao silent to look at himself, a person gabble began to endless nagging open. Then he shook the folding fan in his hand.

Gu Xiaoxiao, no, it's Ouyang Xiaoxiao now. Hear the words of wind Mo Chen can't help but frown, and, she really is to see that face to hate.

"So what? Do you want to kill me?" Ouyang Xiaoxiao's eyes reveal the dangerous smell of bloodthirsty, coldly looking at the wind ink dust.

No matter what his name is, the same face as Ding Yu is doomed to have no favor in her heart, not to mention bad intentions to her. Ouyang Xiaoxiao can't give her a good face.

The wind ink dust Leng for a while, but immediately also cold face: "yes, I'm here to kill you, I don't want to marry you as my princess."

Ouyang Xiaoxiao looks over the dust and sees a group of people outside. It seems that he has controlled the sedan chair bearers.

"Son, what are you talking to her about? Do it now." A middle-aged woman appeared in Ouyang Xiaoxiao's sight again.

She was wearing expensive silk. Although she was a little fat and rich, Ouyang Xiaoxiao could feel her strength.

It's just that it's worse than myself. She was also the top bounty hunter on the mercenary list.

"Look, chen'er, this is your wife who is going to pass by. She's a waste. I've told you for a long time that you can't bear to let her die if you kill this trash! Just because of her, how can you compete for the throne when you are ridiculed and suppressed? How old is such a woman when she marries someone who really loses our family? She doesn't even have any fighting spirit! When she is stopped, she is still sitting in it. What a trash. "

Seeing Ouyang Xiaoxiao staring at her, the middle-aged woman glanced at her disdainfully and scolded her.

Hearing these words, Feng Mo Chen snorted with disdain, and looked at Ouyang Xiaoxiao from head to foot.

Ouyang Xiaoxiao also smiles and says that she has no fighting spirit. Are these two people blind?

Yes, they can't feel their strength.

Seeing that Feng Mo Chen didn't move, the middle-aged woman couldn't help saying, "what's the matter? I can't bear it? You forgot how your brothers laughed at you?"

this sentence made Feng Mo Chen's eyes suddenly cold: "yes, because of you, I've been insulted. Today, the master sent you so much to save your life. Ouyang Xiaoxiao, there is no doubt that you will die. "

After Feng Mo Chen finished, a man in black behind him sneered: "Third Master, how can you kill a chicken with an ox knife? Just leave this matter to your brothers."

"Yes, we've been called all the way here to deal with this rubbish? I've put it out. I feel sick when I look at her and want to marry our third master. I don't know how to write shame." A few people that follow the trend Mo Chen one after another echo a way.

Then he surrounded Ouyang Xiaoxiao's sedan chair.

Ouyang Xiaoxiao glances around and finds that most of these people are level 5 goods of fighting spirit, and two of them are level 8 goods of fighting spirit. In this way, level 9 of fighting spirit of Fengmo dust and level 3 of his mother's fighter are strong among these people.

Ouyang Xiaoxiao immediately judged the strength of the people. He was very disdainful. Could it be that there were so few strong people in ancient times hundreds of years ago.According to Feng Mo Chen, she is also the prince of this country, so she wants to kill her?

although she is not an expert, she is also a saint fighter, and she is famous in the mercenary circle in her previous life.

These are still aggressive level of shrimp soldiers and crabs, how can she be in the eye, is not to kill one, to kill a pair of two.

"You are looking for death!" Ouyang Xiaoxiao said coldly. With fighting spirit, he flew out of the sedan chair in an instant. The solid wood sedan chair couldn't stand the pressure of thieves. It was falling apart and sawdust splashed everywhere.

"Eh What's the matter?

Ouyang Xiaoxiao has some doubts, but in the battle in front of her, bounty hunters have formed the habit of quick battle and quick decision, and she doesn't want to delay. To deal with these people, douzhe level 9 is enough. Looking at the stunned crowd, she said with a smile: "let's go together, don't waste my time!"

Ouyang Xiaoxiao's fighting spirit began to soar, and the middle-aged woman who just despised her widened her eyes: "what's the matter? How can she be so strong? It's just a rumor that she didn't even have fighting spirit?"

Ouyang Xiaoxiao was standing in the air, her clothes were floating Flying, a one horned white horse formed by fighting spirit immediately flew out of her body and swept the crowd.

"Good How strong! "A man with eight levels of fighting spirit was shocked by Ouyang Xiaoxiao and flew away, puffing out a big mouthful of blood.