The breeze flashed, "Sister Nianqi, I didn't come to kill you! Don't do anything to me!"
"In the restaurant before, did you poison me to cure me?" Zhao Miaomiao sarcastically said.
"Oh, I was joking with my sister! I have the antidote. If my sister really drinks it, I can save her!" Qingfeng explained while dodging.
"Just kidding, okay, I'll make a joke with you too." Zhao Miaomiao said with a dark smile.
The big knife in her hand blocked Qingfeng's movements, sweat gradually overflowed from Qingfeng's forehead, and his face became solemn.
"Wow!" Qingfeng flew out like a paper kite, hit the wall, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
With the big knife resting on his neck, Zhao Miaomiao said with a half-smile, "How is it? Is this joke funny?"
"Hehehe, it's funny. Sister Nianqi's jokes are all funny." Qingfeng's face turned pale from the pain, several degrees paler than the surrounding wall.
"I have funnier ones."
Zhao Miaomiao raised his big knife and slashed at Qingfeng's head.
"Sister Nianqi!" Qingfeng's pupils were shocked, and he raised his hand to block her sword.
However, the knife stopped in mid-air, and the wind blade it brought cut off a strand of Qingfeng's hair.
Qingfeng's heart was beating wildly, and his back was dripping with cold sweat.
Zhao Miaomiao withdrew the knife, pinched his face with his fingers, and said with a blunt smile, "How is it? Is it funny? Brother stinky."
"Good laughing woo woobullying" Qingfeng whimpered, tears welling in his eyes.
His eyes blinked, and a tear rolled down.
Zhao Miaomiao looked at him with disgust, "You are sixteen years old this year, not six. Why are you crying!"
"Hmph!" Qingfeng turned her head arrogantly, without looking at Zhao Miaomiao's face, slowly got up from the ground, looked at the blood on her body, and said angrily, "It's all your fault! My clothes are dirty Yes! You pay!"
"Let me help you dye your clothes red, brother Qingfeng." Zhao Miaomiao grinded her back molars, her eyes bent into crescents.
"Humph!" Qingfeng felt a chill run down his spine, wiped his face and flew away.
"It's really annoying."
Zhao Miaomiao smacked his mouth and continued to check the situation in each room.
The things inside have been moved almost, leaving no useful clues.
Zhao Miaomiao just got out of the yard and walked outside.
It seems that we still have to look for it.
The streets are bustling with crowds, and naughty children are playing firecrackers in the alleys.
One of the chubby boys was so strong that he threw the firecrackers out and hit a horse in a carriage.
There was a sound of "cracking", and the horse was frightened, and galloped with its hooves pouted.
The coachman and the servant girl tugged on the reins vigorously, trying to calm the horse down, but were thrown to the ground by the frightened horse.
"Get out of the way! Ma'am! Miss!" The coachman helped the maid, got up and chased after him, shouting.
The people in front retreated to the side one after another, but no one dared to step forward to lead the horse.
The woman inside hugged the child in her arms tightly in the first second of bumping, and her figure bumped back and forth in the carriage.
"Mother!" The little girl turned pale with fright, and grabbed her mother's clothes tightly.
The gentle woman wrapped the little girl in her arms, protecting the child's vitals, and said in a broken voice, "Ge'er, don't be afraid! Mother is here!"
Some people had no time to dodge, and they were about to die under the horse's hooves. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com