shock!The tyrant's three-year-old milk group is a Xuanmen boss

Chapter 129 Listen to you?What to replace?

Ghosts are afraid of dirty things.

That's why Meng Wu and Hu Zi escaped because they peed in the mountains.

Yun Youfu only just thought of this level.

The station is just around the corner.

As soon as the little guy moved, Meng Wu immediately lowered his rough voice and threatened.

"If you don't want to die, don't move!"

at this time.

Suddenly, another young boy's casual voice came from behind Meng Wu.

"If you don't want to die, just let her go."

Hearing this voice, Yun Youfu's eyes lit up!
Is Si Qiandu here? !

The original fear of Si Qiandu disappeared at this moment. Seeing the savior, she hurriedly muttered from between Meng Wu's fingers.

"Brother Dudu...they are bandits! They want to rob the inn where we live, save Wo!"

Si Qiandu stood behind Meng Wu, with a gleaming dagger resting on Meng Wu's waist in his hand.

Meng Wu immediately tensed up nervously.

"Speak up if you have something to say..."

Huzi pointed at Si Qiandu behind him and said.

"Meng Wu is fine! Behind you is just a kid in his teens! He dare not stab anyone!"

Meng Wu suddenly gained confidence, straightened his back and shouted: "Put down your knife! Otherwise we will tear up this little thing!"

Si Qiandu didn't make a sound.

The sound of the tip of a knife cutting through the fabric came from the quiet gate of the post station.

"Pfft-"

Meng Wu's facial features began to twist together in pain.

"you!"

Yun Youfu only felt Meng Wu's arm go limp.

She struggled to jump out of his arms.

As soon as the little guy landed, Meng Wu also fell down beside her.

Yun Youfu saw it clearly.

A deep wound pierced by a dagger appeared on Meng Wu's lower back, and crimson blood was gushing out from it at the moment.

Blood also splashed on Si Qiandu's hands.

He raised his hand, staring at the back of his hand.

It seems that he is very disgusted with the blood of this bandit.

His fingertips moved slightly, as if he wanted to find something to wipe.

After taking a look at Yun Youfu's clean and tidy clothes, she still lowered her hands impatiently.

Yun Youfu tugged Si Qiandu's clothes.

Smash it with some emotion.

Tsk, people don't talk too much...

As soon as Meng Wu died, Huzi immediately changed his face.

"How dare you kill our people! Do you know who we are? We have a large number of brothers behind us, and today we will bloodbath your small inn!"

After finishing speaking, he was about to rush towards Si Qiandu.

Si Qiandu thought he was noisy.

It was obviously just the body of a ten-year-old boy.

But it exploded with terrifying speed and strength.

With just a dodge, his dagger reached Huzi's neck.

But the young man's face was still calm, with an expression of indifference.

"I'm impatient, where are your people? Lead the way!"

After the words fell, the dagger pressed a little deeper on Huzi's neck.

Yun Youfu looked at his indifferent and bloodthirsty expression.

Chill down the spine.

He won't...he wants to kill all those bandits.

Although these bandits did many evils, Yun Youfu didn't want Huang Quan to have forty or fifty more ghosts out of thin air.

She hurried forward and grabbed the hem of the boy's clothes.

"Brother Dudu... Wowowo is so scared, let's go back."

Si Qiandu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Running into the mountains alone at such a late hour? Then you are really scared."

Yun Youfu: "..."

The tiger had learned from Meng Wu's past, and was already scared out of his wits.

"Young hero, spare your life! I don't want to die, but I will guide you. I can't live either!"

Yun Youfu took the opportunity to persuade again: "Brother Dudu, we don't have to kill them...how about we catch them all first and send them to the government early tomorrow morning?"

Si Qiandu lowered his eyes and looked at Yun Youfu.

"I can listen to you, but what will you trade for it?"

(End of this chapter)