Chapter 211

"Joke, what was wrong with me?" Mo Jinlan was used to being proud and arrogant, and it was harder for her to admit her mistake than to kill her. "You escaped with these three whips, you still have some skills."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Jinlan's long whip was like a snake, wrapped in the momentum of thunder, and struck.

Chu Yunyao stood in place, the hair hanging on both sides of her cheeks was blown by the wind.

With his eyes fixed on the tip of the barbed blade that was approaching, he swung his arm and grabbed the whip.

Mo Jinlan took a closer look, his heart sank suddenly, and saw that the other end of the long whip was twisted around the sheath of the horned dagger.

And the handle of the knife was in Chu Yunyao's hand.

As for Chu Yunyao, from the beginning to the end, she didn't even move an inch.

She gritted her teeth and tugged hard, but the whip didn't budge.

Chu Yunyao's brows and eyes were expressionless, those clear and pure eyes were like the surface of a frozen lake, filled with thick fog but still chilling, making it hard for her to see clearly.

Chu Yunyao flicked the whip rope, and the force on the long whip was transmitted to the other end like shaking waves.

Mo Jinlan only felt his arms go numb, and the whip seemed to be about to fly out of his palm.

Seeing that she refused to let go, Chu Yunyao pulled hard and tightened the whip.

Mo Jinlan only felt a brute force coming, which took her away from the spot, and rushed forward unsteadily.

Chu Yunyao turned around, and the long whip was rolled into the scabbard layer by layer, and tied into a thick bundle.

Before Mo Jinlan could stabilize her body, she felt a chill on her neck. The scimitar in Chu Yunyao's hand came out of its sheath, and the cold light of the blade was attached to her warm neck.

The neck was freezing cold, and it was the first time that Mo Jinlan felt that he was so close to death.

A wave of fear from before rushed straight into her mind from her spine, her knees gave way, and she almost knelt on the ground.

Chu Yunyao's instep pressed against her knee bend, forcing her to stand still.

Chu Yunyao's voice was like gurgling water, clear and clear: "Second Miss of the Governor's Mansion, you can have a whole body of arrogance, and you must have a whole body of pride, and your knees should not touch the ground easily.

Stand up! ! "

Qin Zhirou watched helplessly as the scimitar in Chu Yunyao's hand came out of its sheath, and the sharp blade pointed at her daughter's neck. She was so frightened that she couldn't even make a sound, and the blood in her body seemed to freeze.

Seeing that Chu Yunyao didn't hurt her daughter in the slightest, she woke up from the shock, and ran to Mo Jinlan's side in a few steps, ignoring the broken porcelain pieces in the hall, and hugged her daughter in her arms inside.

The few young ladies surrounded by gold had never seen such a scene before.

Usually, when I saw Mo Jinlan wielding a spear and a whip, I just felt very majestic, but now when I met a thin woman who could subdue Mo Jinlan with a single move, I was even more admirable.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls are at an age where they can't hide their words.

After this battle, the terrible reputation of Chu Yunyao's arrogance in the military governor's mansion and almost killing the second Miss Mo was spread...

The warlord stared at the blade in Chu Yunyao's hand, wrinkled his brows fiercely, and his eyes became more and more ambiguous.

Only Mo Lingyuan was happier than he had won the battle.

As expected of the little girl he taught by hand, she even taught others so neatly!

Layers of smiles appeared on the already handsome and delicate face, like ripples on the surface of a lake.

Stunningly beautiful, dazzling and dazzling, for a moment I was fascinated by those girls who stood far away.

Cheng Shiqi, the second miss, was even more unscrupulous, her eyes glued to Mo Lingyuan's body affectionately, lingering on...