Mo Yuan's handsome eyebrows wrinkled, his wrists moved slightly, a sword light gleamed, and he slashed at the old man's hand sharply.

However, when Jianmang was about to cut his arm, the old man's body style suddenly changed, and he dodged dangerously.

Luo Xiaoman frowned, her heart gloomy, although the old man's movements were very inconspicuous, hiding like luck, but she could see the details inside.

A person who can possess such a physique is probably not inferior to Mo Yuan in strength.

Wow!

The old man spat out blood inexplicably and fell heavily to the ground.

Luo Xiaoman's mouth twitched, heh, it really happened! Mo Yuan didn't even touch you, this blood vomiting is too fake, right?

Of course, they didn't vomit to him, but the man on one side.

"Sir, are you okay?" The man ran over in exclamation and helped the old man up.

"Sorry, with my current strength, there is no way to get rid of Luo Xiaoman." The old man said with a look of guilt and angrily: "Damn it! Can I just watch Baicheng be harmed by Luo Xiaoman? ?"

Luo Xiaoman: Hey, he didn't do anything! Your scene is too much, right?

"No, sir, you are not alone." At this moment, the dark streets were all lit up, and a person walked out of the house and surrounded it.

Luo Xiaoman glanced at the crowd with a solemn mind, and saw these guys glaring at her as if she had killed the whole family.

"Luo Xiaoman, get out of Baicheng!!"

"You enchanting villain, you are usually arrogant and domineering, and now you still provoke evil and mess with me Baicheng. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Monster, if you still have a little conscience, leave Baicheng quickly."

Everyone condemned Luo Xiaoman one after another.

At this moment, they did not treat Luo Xiaoman as a six-year-old baby.

In their eyes, this six-year-old baby is a monster that brings disaster.

Seeing everyone condemning Luo Xiaoman, the old man hooked his lips and showed a sly smile.

correct!

Just be so noisy.

Only by driving this little demon king out of Baicheng can you gain peace.

Seeing so many people cursing Luo Xiaoman, Mo Yuan's eyes sank, and his body exuded a bitter chill, which was shocking.

"Yuan." Luo Xiaoman glanced at Mo Yuan and shook his head at him.

Mo Yuan frowned. He didn't allow these people to curse the master, but he had to listen to what the master said.

He clenched his fists, stood back to his original position, staring at these people with biting eyes.

If it weren't for Mo Yuan's intimidating aura, it is estimated that these guys' words would be even worse.

"Enough!!" Suddenly, a soft drink rang, interrupting everyone's yelling.

They couldn't help looking in the direction of the voice, and saw a pretty young girl coming out, staring at the crowd with an angry expression.

When Luo Xiaoman saw this young girl, he couldn't help but was stunned. It seemed a little surprised that this young girl would appear at this time.

"Who are you?" A man stared at the girl, questioning: "Are you also an associate of Luo Xiaoman?"

"No!" The girl shook her head, staring at Luo Xiaoman, and said with scorching eyes: "Miss Luo, is my savior!"

"Hehe, savior?" A man curled his lips and said mockingly: "This little devil laughed without harming people, and saved people?"

The girl clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and said firmly: "If it weren't for Miss Luo to rescue her, I would have been insulted by Wan Lin's beast."