Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Subconsciously looked down, his face suddenly changed!

The hand he had just held Meng Hongchao's wrist was now pitch-black, as if soaked in ink.

He was top-heavy for a while, and fell to the ground with a thud.

His companions were watching a joke, but when they saw this, they all rushed over!

"Bitch, you actually used poison! Bring the antidote!" [

"It turned out to be a femme fatale, get the antidote quickly, get the antidote quickly!

"Bitch, dare to poison my eighth son, bring the antidote, bring the antidote..."

"..."

Talking all over and yelling endlessly, Meng Hongchao was surrounded.

Meng Hongchao's drunken eyes also slanted, and he barely stood still while holding on to the table.

She was really drunk, and everything she saw was a double image.

There were obviously seven people surrounding her, but in her eyes, it seemed like countless people.

"Molesting... this girl. Kill... all without pardon!"

Although the words were a little stuttering, the meaning was very clear and very imposing.

Meng Hongchao felt good about herself, and even smiled smugly.

Those few people were furious, seeing the 'old eight' twitching and foaming at the mouth.

Can't help being anxious, the sound of the impact of several weapons sounded.

Various weapons were aimed at Meng Hongchao's head.

"Bitch, get the antidote immediately, or you will die!"

A tall, thin man threatened viciously.

"Third, why are you talking nonsense with her? Wouldn't it be enough to kill her? Are you worried that you won't find an antidote for her?"

A man who looked like a boss spoke.

Several weapons greeted Meng Hongchao!

The martial arts of these people seem to be very high, and they can be considered first-class in the Jianghu. [

At this moment, the cold light was shining, the air was dense, and in the blink of an eye, all the escape routes of Meng Hongchao were blocked!

Although Meng Hongchao was quite drunk, her martial arts skills were unsurpassed.

Self-rescue in distress is already an instinct, seeing that many weapons are about to be summoned to her.

Meng Hongchao, who was unable to stand still, suddenly disappeared.

The people's weapons were unable to catch them, and instead bumped into their own weapons.

There was a flurry of jingling, it was so lively.

Looking back, he saw Meng Hongchao standing not far away.