Pastoral female gangster: grab a village owner to be her husband

"My lord, Mo Baozhai is here!"

Just as Qian Duoduo was cleaning the wound and helping him spread the sleeves, suddenly the voice of the coachman came from outside.

Dan Mo said indifferently: "Hmm...!" After finishing speaking, he looked at the money beside him, and the bamboo tube in his hand tightened: "Fat girl, can you give me this water?"

"Hey, it's just a small bucket of water, you have to pick it up, come back when you're done, let's go!"

In the Chunfeng Deyi Building, Feng Tianqi stood gloomy by the window of the accounting room on the third floor.

The shop clerk looked at his back, as if feeling the cold air spreading, he shrank his neck slightly: "Master...!"

"explain!"

Feng Tianqi said with a faint ruthlessness in his voice.

He really couldn't figure out that the most powerful dark guard around him actually missed the opponent. This... was something that had never happened before.

This team has always been secretly trained by him, and the personnel in it have been screened several times before staying.

"My lord, none of the Skyhawks survived this mission...all...all..." Xiaoer Dian was speaking, feeling the murderous aura in the air getting stronger and stronger, his voice hesitated slightly.

"bump……"

Just as he was talking, suddenly, Feng Tianqi slammed his fist hard on the window in front of him, and suddenly a huge hole appeared on the poor window.

"Son!"

The shop boy felt a little trembling in his heart.

"A bunch of trash!" Feng Tianqi gritted his teeth and roared, he only felt that his expectations for this team were too high, and he expected them to beat him, but he didn't expect that a small tree in this country hadn't hit them yet. Just because it's deadly to grab something, what is this kind of team if it's not trash?

However, thinking that he had worked so hard to avoid the eyes and ears of the prince and finally trained such a team, and died before they had time to play their usefulness, Feng Tianqi felt extremely angry.

At this moment, he couldn't describe the disappointment and anger in his heart, so he could only vent his anger on the dead thing in front of him.

"My lord, maybe the enemy is too powerful..." The shop boy was trembling in World War II, watching Feng Tianqi's scarred wound flow out again, his eyes shrank slightly, wondering whether he should risk being used as a punching bag Go up and bandage him.

"Fart!" Feng Tianqi suddenly turned around when he heard what the shop waiter said, his eyes were red, and he said furiously.

"I have inquired clearly beforehand. The newly-invented guards escorting this time are all the most common guards in the county prince's mansion. It is impossible for them to be the opponents of the Skyhawks!"

As Feng Tianqi said, the veins on his forehead raged violently, thinking that his most elite team was completely wiped out by the most ordinary guards of the enemy country, his teeth itched with hatred.

"How about the other party's casualties?" At this point, he asked as if he suddenly thought of something.

The waiter's face turned pale, he already felt that something was wrong, if he answered this answer, would the young master punch him directly?

The shop clerk was thinking about it, but when he looked up, he saw Feng Tianqi's extremely gloomy expression, and he panicked slightly: "Master Hui, the other party...the other party...has no casualties...."

"Boom..."

Sure enough, the waiter lamented in his heart, he knew his intuition was correct, touching his painful chest, he staggered and got up tremblingly.

The fishy-sweet taste at the corner of his mouth almost choked him: "Ahem... Maybe they... They're pretending!"