The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 467 Girl, You Trust Me

This is the power of wraiths.

The moment Xie Wanrong raised his eyes, he felt that his whole body was full of strength.

With a thought in her mind, she held a snow silver short sword in her hand, poured all the spiritual power into her body, raised her palm, and pierced fiercely through the gap in the bear's paw.

The piercing sound pierced her ears, and the viscous blood immediately poured all over her body.

Although this blade was insignificant to the seventh-rank Silver Bear, it was enough to make it let go and get rid of Xie Wanrong.

Xie Wanrong jumped into the air, holding the Ziyu Qijue Whip tightly in her hand, she shouted through the air: "Three kills!"

The Purple Jade Seven Absolute Whip showed a perfect streamlined shape, and three interlaced whip hairs whipped on the thick hair of the seventh-level silver bear at the speed of lightning.

Then, Xie Wanrong took a step back and landed on the ground. Just as he was about to strike, a loud bell sounded, and the berserk seventh-level silver bear suddenly stopped attacking and became quiet.

Xie Wanrong heaved a sigh of relief, she had already lost the strength to struggle, if she continued to entangle her, she might really die in the hands of this seventh-rank silver bear.

"Little Wanrong—how are you doing!" Xia Hou Yihan's pupils shrunk deeply, looking at her covered in blood, he knit a knot between his brows: "Little Wanrong, you are too impulsive."

He stretched his slender fingers towards Xie Wanrong's cheek.

Her forehead, the corners of her eyebrows, and her cheeks were stained with blood at this moment. Sensing Xiahou Yihan's actions, Xie Wanrong subconsciously turned her face away, avoiding his touch.

Xiahou Yihan stopped in mid-air between his fingers, his eyes dimmed, and he withdrew his hand.

Xiahou Yihan stared at her and burned her skin inch by inch, she just said: "The owner of the seventh-rank silver bear has finally appeared."

"Girl, you—are you okay! It's all due to my subordinate's ineffective discipline! You let it hurt someone, girl, don't worry, your injury will be borne by me! The losses caused to Pingcheng will also be covered by my subordinate!"

An anxious, magnetic voice suddenly came from the top of his head. When Xie Wanrong looked at it, his shoulders suddenly became heavy, and his hands were already covered. A man wearing a black brocade suit with black patterns appeared in front of him. In front of Xie Wanrong's eyes, he was shaking her body uneasily, with his apology written all over his face.

Hongling quickly jumped out, knocked off his palm, and snorted coldly: "So you are the culprit! This bear belongs to you!"

Xie Wanrong listened to his words, slowly raised her eyes, and looked at this man.

His facial features are three-dimensional, his raised eyes are frivolous and flamboyant, under his high nose bone, his lips are thin, and his whole face is full of viciousness and tenderness, but these two completely different characters It feels blended together without any sense of dissonance.

Xie Wanrong looked at his face, but there was nothing special in her eyes, it was probably because the men around her were all outstanding in appearance, especially Qi Jinghuan, who was so suppressed.

"It's true, but I really didn't mean to let him out to hurt others, girl, trust me."

He looked at Xie Wanrong anxiously, after touching her shoulder, his palm was already wet and covered with a layer of blood.

He lowered his eyes in confusion, seeing the shocking blood!
He exclaimed, "Girl, you are hurt!"

"Boom!" With a sound, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"..."

Xie Wanrong paused for a few seconds, carefully examining the man who suddenly appeared: "Drag him into the inn."

(End of this chapter)