Chapter 929 is too much (I also think it’s too much. Make up for it)

Although the flower-picking thief is a rapist, Qin Yu himself hates it very much, and they are right, but Qin Yu saw Lin Sang's arrogant and mean appearance, raised his eyebrows, smiled, and suddenly kicked Jiang Muchen, the latter. Return to mind.

  What are you doing? Going to fight? Jiang Muchen was a little excited for no reason. He is not the opponent, but if Qin Yu is added. . .

  "Go and order me a bowl of mutton soup."

  Jiang Muchen: "Huh? Don't you not eat it?"

  Jiaojiao meowed in excitement: "Ah, give me some food! Great, Yuyu I love you!"

  Want to be beautiful, you are so fat! Qin Yu flicked Jiaojiao's forehead, turned the teacup, and said to Jiang Muchen: "Here is a big beauty with white skin and beautiful long legs. Order a few more bowls, eat more, and watch longer."

   He turned his gaze slightly, and fell on Lin Sang at a table not far away, and his gaze went down inch by inch from her face, chest, waist, and legs. . .

  The look in his eyes is so naked, and he smiles.

  In modern times, this is definitely a pretty face.

  In ancient times, it is frivolous, Meng Lang, molesting, and ruffian!

   Besides, he was still a stamped flower picking thief. Lin Sang was stunned, comprehending it, and suddenly exploded! He directly pulled out the soft whip on his waist and threw it out. On the other side, Hu Yuanchuan brazenly drew his sword.

   "Evil thief, looking for death!"

  They started, Jiang Muchen was also excited, and pulled out the Chishan Sword, quite the momentum of pulling out the sword to kill Luo Xueyun at that time.

  Don’t persuade, just do it!

  How to do it? The Chishan Sword blocked Hu Yuanchuan's sword. After all, he was still weaker. Jiang Muchen took a step back. When on the other side, the whip thrown by Lin Sang was caught by Qin Yu's probe.

  One move, win or lose points.

  The tables and chairs are full of cracks, and the people around them can't afford to provoke them. They jumped to avoid them. The people in the store probably heard the movement and were rushing out, but the street outside came first.

   "Amitabha Buddha, good and good, four benefactors, the martial arts conference has not yet started, why do you have to get angry in advance? It is better for everyone to regard harmony as the most important thing."

  The voice was crisp, coming from an eighteen or nine-year-old monk with red lips and white teeth.

  On skin bags, they are all comparable to jade banquets.

  Qin Yu was secretly speechless, and asked Huang Jinbi: "Does this copy have idol plot feelings? How do you feel that the appearance is generally high."

  ——Isn’t it to please you?

  This is so yin and yang, it feels hurting me.

Qin Yu sneered, but didn't say a word, because Lin Sang spoke first, "Little Master Fayu, it's no wonder I am, this flower picking thief has a dirty mouth and dares to belittle me! Can Lin Sang still bear this? Tone?"

  Hu Yuanchuan also sneered, "Shouldering **** and eliminating evil is the rule of my generation to walk the rivers and lakes. Master Fayu, you have done many good deeds in the rivers and lakes. It is better to watch how we two deal with these two people from the side!"

  Jiang Muchen was weak, but he didn’t want to give in. He laughed loudly, “Hu Yuanchuan, you don’t hold the banner of justice and consider yourself a saint. Do you really think nobody knows about the bad things you did?”

  Hu Yuanchuan frowned, as if he didn’t understand what Jiang Muchen said, he turned his blade, and said indifferently: "If you can't beat it, just pour dirty water on the tongue? Jiang Muchen, you just point it out..."

  As soon as he finished saying this, Jiang Muchen grabbed his sword and grabbed it.

  Keng! While the blade was moving and cutting, on the other side, Lin Sang, who was dragged by the whip by the Qin Yu, kicked the chair into the air, kicked the bench chair into the air, and whirled towards the Qin Yu.

   Either hide or block, what Qin Yu does. . . Pulling his wrist, Lin Sang's expression changed, and the whole person was dragged by Qin Yu, very fast, extremely swift, and when he was about to pounce frontally into Qin Yu's arms, she controlled the wrist and turned and faced that face. stool.

  Lin Sang lifted his foot and kicked the stool. The stool was cracking in the air. With the other hand, he reached out and grabbed a piece of flying sharp wooden block, and slammed the tip backward.

   Spicy and decisive!

  But~~I'm empty.

   was clasped by her wrist. In two or two, Lin Sang was completely controlled in Qin Yu's arms, her meridians were detained to death, and she did not dare to move.

  Qin Yu leaned close to her ear, and said lightly, “I don’t want to be seen if I am beautiful, don’t you think this is too much?”

  Lin Sang was taken aback, his cheeks reddened and furious again, "Let go of me, you scumbag!"

Unexpectedly, she was really let go. After Qin Yu let go of her, he took a step sideways and didn't do anything. Lin Sang grasped the whip in his hand, and had the desire to whip it again, but thought of this person's hidden tactics. Strength, gritted teeth, almost confrontation.

"Don’t fight, let’s make peace~~" Fayu was young, but his reputation was not small, and everyone here recognized him. He saw the scene of raging swords, so he came out again to say that he was in harmony, just to see the two of Qin Yu. Give up, but on the other side. . .

   "Master Jiang, be careful!"

  Fayu had to rush over, trying to save Jiang Muchen.

but. . It seems to be a little slower.

  Jiang Muchen watched Hu Yuanchuan’s sword strike, walked and lifted the sword to block? He didn't know if he could stop it, but. .

  Keng!

  Hu Yuanchuan did not expect that Jiang Muchen had really spotted his sword path and blocked it.

  This kid is a few steps fast, much more powerful than last year. With this kind of advancement, I am afraid it will not take long to catch up with him. With his eyes hard, Hu Yuanchuan kicked Jiang Muchen's chest. After Jiang Muchen was kicked out, he vomited blood.

  But Hu Yuanchuan's second sword came.

  This is a killer sword, the kind that is deadly, Fa Yu rushed over, just too late.

  Lin Sang was taken aback, his face changed slightly, what happened to Hu Yuanchuan, is he really going to kill Jiang Muchen? This person is no ordinary person. There is Jiang family power behind him, and he also comes from a vague family. . .

   Just when Lin Sang felt bad, she suddenly heard a sound. Turning her head to see, Qin Yu clasped her hand under the table and lifted the table.

  嚯, what a domineering table lift!

  The table was lifted, flew over, and smashed towards Hu Yuanchuan. The latter noticed it and had to change his sword path. A sword was cut on the table, and the table was torn apart by a sword.

  Heh, what a sharp and fun sword road, Jiang Muchen is indeed not an opponent, but. . .

After cutting open the table, Hu Yuanchuan looked at Qin Yu.

  The killing intent in his eyes has not yet retreated, but he meets the depth of the opponent's eyes.

  No intention to kill, no irritation, no rush, just no bottom.

  He was taken aback, with a sense of guilty conscience that was seen through. This sense of guilty conscience made him irritated and disgusted, and even more jealous.

   "Hey, how did several heroes become like this! The shop is a small business, please show mercy..."

   A puffy man with a generous face and a fair face ran out of the store, dressed as a cook, sweating profusely, rubbing his forehead begging for mercy.

  Lin Sang didn't want to do any more, looking at Hu Yuanchuan, who had already suppressed the killing intent just now, became calm and unrestrained, and apologized to this person.

   "I'm waiting and fighting, making Boss Guan embarrassed. I will compensate for the broken tables and chairs here."

   Then took out a piece of silver.

  The young boss was also kind, and took some money to respond. Everyone else saw Hu Yuanchuan's temperament as extraordinary. . .

  (End of this chapter)