Black belly cute baby loli mother

Chapter 113 Who Is She? 【12】

Who is she? 【12】

His behavior has never been expected by others, but when everyone thought he was going to be angry, he was able to laugh it off, because he really didn't take it to heart.

But sometimes, they are so angry that people dare not approach them.

At this moment, one of them had snatched the bottle of medicine and swallowed it, and the others who had no antidote ran towards them in pain.

"The antidote...I want the antidote..."

"It's so itchy...give me the antidote..."

"I want to kill..."

Ye Wuyan didn't even glance at him, but just looked coldly at the little guy who was not as tall as her waist, and said in an indifferent tone: "Su Baobao, don't you think you are powerful? Then these people are up to you Cleaned up!"

Since someone else is doing it for him, he doesn't have to do it himself.

There was a faint smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand, and took Su Qiqi's hand very naturally: "Let's go, I'm sleepy and need to rest!"

After finishing speaking, he dragged Qi Qi to the second floor without even looking at the people behind him.

But Baby Su just frowned, watching his mother go out holding hands very displeasedly.

"Stinky man, just wait, once I receive the money, I will definitely let you know how powerful Su Baobao is!"

If he didn't receive the money and was afraid of ruining his mother's event, he wouldn't have tolerated this prince at all!

What are you arrogant about?

But it's only a few years longer than him, so I feel amazing.

Lord?

The lord and Su Baobao can still fix it!
He glanced at the back coldly: "Just wait for that day!"

After saying this sentence, his hand seemed to be inadvertent, and he pulled out the short dagger from his waist very naturally, making a very beautiful 360-degree rotation.

The dagger slashed out lightly, cutting off the thieves who were running towards them behind them.

Hearing a cry of pain, he didn't stop, his small body rose into the air, and smiled lightly on the head of one of them, as if he was in a troupe.

The dagger in his hand seemed to have eyes, if he swiped it out, it would not come back empty, it must be covered with blood, and every place he stabbed would not be an insignificant wound.

To injure or kill, one must choose the method of saving effort. Every move of his is to attack the enemy's fatal point, whether it is an acupuncture point or an artery.

(End of this chapter)