Seeing his pitiful appearance, Zhao Miaomiao wanted to beat him up.
"Come on, come out with me." Zhao Miaomiao grabbed his wrist with a smile, and dragged him towards the wall.
Then he leaped out with the breeze.
Zhao Miaomiao looked around. This is the back hill of the temple, and no one came over.
Zhao Miaomiao drew out his big knife and slashed at Qingfeng without saying a word.
Qingfeng jumped away like a monkey, accusing Zhao Miaomiao of his evil deeds, "Sister Nianqi, you are too much! Why did you cut me again!"
"I see you are not happy." Zhao Miaomiao chopped off a thick bamboo with a single knife.
As the name suggests, Qingfeng is extremely fast, with light toes, and can easily shuttle through the woods.
"You just said you don't kill people in temples!"
"Now it's outside the temple~"
Zhao Miaomiao's saber follows him like a shadow, and its blade is as sharp as the wind.
Qingfeng's headband was cut off, and a few strands of hair flew down from the air.
His thin face was a little paler against the black hair, "Sister Nianqi, you still can't trust me. Oh, I'm leaving."
Zhao Miaomiao let him go, wiped his big knife, and put it back on his waist.
The reason why she didn't kill Qingfeng was because of her own unique feeling.
Qingfeng is a selfish person, and this kind of selfishness is a bit awkward.
He seemed to have a little bit of sincere emotion for the original owner.
These days, Qingfeng didn't help her blatantly, but often used some strange reasons to make those who came to chase her suffer.
What's more, he didn't know what method he used, but he was able to stay by his side all the time, without
was recalled.
Based on what he did, other killers should report to Zuo Hu-fa.
Why, Qingfeng seems to be safe and sound.
Zhao Miaomiao walked slowly in the forest, and there was a row of steps going down the back mountain.
When Zhao Miaomiao walked to the bottom platform, he bumped into a man holding a child.
The man lowered his head, supported the child's body with his palms, and didn't even look at Zhao Miaomiao, "Sorry."
After finishing speaking, he turned sideways to leave. The child in his arms was bound by two small knots, and his face was buried in the man's chest.
"Hey!" Zhao Miaomiao squatted down, picked up something from the ground, and stopped the man.
The man froze and moved his hands to his waist.
"Your child's velvet flower has fallen." Zhao Miaomiao held a light blue velvet flower in her hand.
The man turned around with a smile, and looked at the baby in his arms. Sure enough, there was a velvet flower missing from the little one on the left, which was the one in the woman's hand.
"Thank you, you are such a good person." The man reached out to take the velvet flower, his thick palm was full of calluses and cracks.
Zhao Miaomiao smiled slightly, with calm eyes, and suddenly grabbed his wrist, "Your child is very cute, let me have a look."
The man's face changed drastically, his smile disappeared, and his brows and eyes were full of hostility, "You are sick! Why should my child show you!"
Gradually, there were loud shouts not far behind, and someone shouted, "Let go of my lady!"
The man was startled and wanted to pull back his hand, but the fingers of the woman on the opposite side were like iron tongs, holding his hand tightly.
He gritted his teeth in pain, but couldn't get his hands out.
"You fucking court death!" The man kicked over.
Zhao Miaomiao sneered and kicked him away. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com