Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 310
Zhao Nianyun's hand was hurt, he pinched his fingers, and retreated into the couch with a terrified face, "I don't know what you said, Miss Mu, you must have misunderstood something, although I am angry at you for taking away Brother Helian, But I didn't think about what to do to you, you trust me."

When a beauty cries, her appearance is the most endearing.

Zhao Nianyun was crying pear blossoms with rain, her shoulders were shaking like they were about to fall apart, but unfortunately she cried to the wrong person.

Qiaoer and Cuizhu climbed onto the couch and stood in front of her.

Cui Zhu comforted her, "Miss, don't cry, the guards are all outside, she dare not do anything to us, don't worry, I'll find someone right away."

She was caught in the smoke, and she struggled to finish speaking, and then tried to get up, but it was very difficult.

Qiao'er glared at Mu Xiang angrily, wishing she could pounce on her and tear her apart, "Crazy woman, if you dare to touch my young lady, our lord, we must copy you all over the house!"

Mu Xiang smiled softly, that smile was calm and breezy, as if she was watching a joke.

When Cuizhu was struggling to crawl over, and when Qiaoer was chattering endlessly.

She approached suddenly, kicked Cui Zhu, and kicked her back to the side of the couch with a heavy kick.According to Qiaoer's face again, a spatula was patted on her mouth.

Zhao Nianyun was so frightened by this sudden change that he stopped crying, and stared blankly at what happened before him.

Mu Xiang held the spatula and said with a smirk: "Hey, why don't you cry? Zhao Nianyun, your acting skills are good, but if you dare to do it, you have to admit it. You know Zhao Wu, and there is a companion of his , They have already recruited everything, so you don't have to pretend, admit it openly, maybe... maybe I will show mercy to you!"

The expression on Zhao Nianyun's face changed, he raised his sleeves, wiped away his tears, and said with a sob: "The girl said Zhao Wu, he is a servant of the Zhao family, but he was driven away by my father a long time ago. It is said that he fell into a bandit and became a bandit. I don't know the specifics. It may be a misunderstanding, or... it may be..."

"Make up, you continue to make up?" Mu Xiang thought it was funny, does this smart woman like to treat others as fools?
"I... I really don't!"

When Zhao Nianyun was talking, he got up slowly, as if he wanted to get closer to talk to Mu Xiang.Mu Xiang narrowed her eyes dangerously, "Don't come any closer, I don't like the smell of makeup and powder on my body, not only I don't like it, He Liancheng also hates this smell the most, did she tell you that he hates walking When the time comes, the person whose makeup pops off?"

Zhao Nianyun's face turned pale, and he really stood there motionless, "I don't believe what you said, Helian...wouldn't say that about me, you must be making it up!"

He Liancheng was her weakness, Zhao Nianyun fell in love with him very early on, that godlike man who stood high on the clouds, could be seen but could not be touched.The appearance is handsome and extraordinary, and the inside is impeccable, so perfect that both humans and gods are angry.

As long as it was anything related to him, Zhao Nianyun would lose his sense of proportion and lose his balance.

What Mu Xiang wants is to poke her sore spot and let her take off that coat, "Since I made it up, why are you so excited? Zhao Nianyun, do you know where your fault is?"

"You were wrong... for hurting my family!"

After saying the last word, Mu Xiang suddenly kicked Zhao Nianyun's chest and knocked her to the ground.

Zhao Nianyun was stunned, but before she could wake up, a heavy object was flying towards her, she couldn't dodge it in time, the heavy object hit her leg.

"Ah! My legs..."

The severe pain from the calf made Zhao Nianyun fall to the ground.The severe pain overwhelmed the fan.The efficacy of the medicine.She cried out in pain, a shrill hiss that alarmed the four guards in the yard.

boom!
The four of them sensed something was wrong, knocked open the door, and rushed in.

"Miss!"

"Kill her, help me kill her!"

Zhao Nianyun fell on the ground, ignoring the blood on his legs, shaking his hands, pointing at Mu Xiang, the hatred in his eyes seemed to want her to cramp and peel her skin.

Seeing the opportunity, Qiaoer and Cuizhu rushed to Zhao Nianyun's side.

"Miss, miss, your legs..."

"Miss, do you feel pain? This servant will find a doctor for you!"

"Go away, you go away!" Zhao Nianyun, with his hair loose and messy clothes, ignored them at all, and even pushed them away.

At this moment, there were only three words in her eyes, heart, and mind, "Kill her!"

Those four people got the master's order, so naturally they would not let Mu Xiang go, four of them stabbed at Mu Xiang with four swords at the same time.

Mu Xiang smiled calmly, held up the spatula in her hand, and blocked the four swords that were coming straight at her.The collision of the weapon and the spatula made a ping-pong sound and sparks flew everywhere.

But to Mu Xiang's surprise, the spatula in her hand was not scratched except for some scratches after being cut by four swords in turn. It was amazing.

It was embarrassing for those four to fight each other.

It's fine for a village girl, it's fine for a thin and weak one, but what they can't accept the most is that a thin and weak village girl is holding a spatula, and they are indistinguishable from fighting with them. What a shame!

The four of them have been fighting for a long time, and they have formed a certain tacit understanding. Seeing that fighting is not a thing, they had to change their tactics.

Two people fought to attract her attention, while the other two waited for an opportunity to sneak attack.

Seeing that they have changed their routine, how could Mu Xiang, who has experienced it, not know their tactics.

She has to fight quickly, and can't delay any longer. Who told her to hold a spatula instead of a sword!
boom!
Mu Xiang kicked a table away. With the power of the table, she held the spatula and suddenly slashed at the neck of one of them at a horizontal angle.

That's right, her spatula was blunt and not sharp. It was almost impossible to stab them in the posture of a long sword.

The only way is to start from the opponent's weak point and hit the opponent's throat sideways. If one hit, the neck will be broken.

The test of this move is to be ruthless, accurate, stable, and close to the speed.

The person opposing her, even if she was killed, someone would want to kill him with a spatula, let alone that someone could get close so quickly.

(End of this chapter)