C13

That was … Wang Fucai?

No, this was not that much weaker Wang Fucai from earlier in the day. Behind him, there was a bunch of big fellows!

Wang Zicai laughed sinisterly, "Leng Yun, right? Aren't you very arrogant? You want to bully me? You want me to apologize? "

Oh no, she did not know how to use her Shaman Energy. If she could not release her Shaman Energy at the critical moment, then wouldn't that mean … Am I going to die here?

It looked like there were more than ten big guys. How could she possibly win? No one can win, right?

She coughed twice and pretended to be calm. "Aren't you afraid that I'll beat you to death?"

Wang Fu was stunned for two seconds. He was clearly afraid, but he mustered up his courage and said, "What? Are you still so powerful that you can defeat my fifteen elite fighters?"

Fifteen elite fighters. It was a bit suspenseful. Yun Ruoleng pretended to be accumulating energy, and said: "You can come and try!"

Wang Zicai's reaction was a little slow, he stared at Yun Ruoleng for a minute, but she was still maintaining her poise, as though she had understood something, "You don't have any martial arts!"

Yun Ruoleng secretly paid his respects to Wang Fucai's eighteen generations of ancestors, but unexpectedly, Wang Fucai was scared to death. After sensing the news, he almost died of joy, and immediately ordered: "You all, quickly attack!"

The thugs were about to pounce on him, causing Yun Ruoleng to become extremely anxious, but he did not know what the conditions were. He could only watch as the thugs got closer and closer to him, "Wait!"

Subconsciously, Wang Fu waved his hand, signaling them to stop. "What?"

Before Yun Ruoleng could even speak, the sound of a carriage rolling on the ground suddenly came from the quiet alley. It was so quiet that Wang Fu's face turned pale white: There's … There's a ghost! "

Immediately afterwards, those thugs who were still majestic a moment ago suddenly fell to the ground as if they had been struck by a spell. Blood flowed from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths, shocking everyone. How could Wang Zifu endure such a scene? He looked at his trump card being subdued and was scared shitless. He spread his legs and ran, shouting, "Help! There was a ghost! "Save me …"

Yun Ruoleng wanted to laugh, but was unable to do so. Wang Fu was the fool, but she was not blind. Putting aside the fact that she believed in science, those thugs all had a silver needle stuck in their chest. It was obvious that they had been poisoned and fell to the ground. How could there be a ghost? However, who was the owner of the carriage?

"Come out." She waved her hand. Since she was human, she had never been afraid. And that master must have saved her, right? Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to escape by herself. In other words, she had to thank him instead.

Finally, she got an answer: "No need."

The voice was indescribably pleasant to the ears, like the cry of a phoenix from Mount Kunlun. Yun Ruoleng was secretly surprised: "May I ask who you are? Why did you save me? "

The voice paused again, "It's just an injustice."

Listening to that person's words, it seemed that he did not want to pester her any more, so Yun Ruoleng was naturally too lazy to stick to it. She politely nodded. "Since that's the case, Yun … Leng Yun thanks Sir, farewell. "

"Youth" slowly disappeared from the end of the alley, and Jun Qingshang couldn't help but chuckle: "He's even a little wild cat …"

An Ying bowed and said in a low voice: "Master, I found it. That youth … is Seventh Miss Yun Ruoleng of the Yun Palace. "