The young lady reborn at the end of the world is frivolous

Chapter 415 Who Kicked My Ass
As soon as Wen Xu's words came out, the few people standing by the window were stunned.

Peng Yi asked in disbelief, "Isn't it a woman who tipped off the news just now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Peng felt a gust of wind whistling in front of him.

A figure flashed out in an instant.

With a bang, only half of the door was still shaking.

It's Zhang Xian!
Without even thinking about it, Mu Yu followed closely behind.

Wen Xu looked back at Peng Yi and said, "The one who was beaten is that woman."

After finishing speaking, he chased him out.

Peng Yi and Pang Zun looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The two of them lifted their feet out at the same time.

The people outside the door unexpectedly heard the sound of the door opening, waiting to look back.

I felt a white figure flashing in front of my eyes.

The speed is extremely fast, like a ghost.

Zhao Si was still kicking the woman fiercely over there. The young man next to him endured it, but clenched his fists and retreated to the farthest corner.

Turn around and stop letting yourself watch that scene.

And Zhao Si, who was still being violent, his eyes became more and more fierce, and his strikes became more severe.

Since the second master didn't stop him, he acquiesced.

As long as he acquiesced, even if he beat this woman to death, no one would dare to say anything.

The woman's groaning sound became smaller and smaller, almost only a little breathing in and out.

The severe pain from all over her body forced her to curl up.

Just when she thought she was going to be beaten to death, she vaguely saw a white figure flash behind Zhao Si.

The middle-aged woman blinked, before she could see clearly.

A black shadow flew by.

Then Zhao Si's angry curse came from another direction.

"Damn, who the hell kicked my ass."

The middle-aged woman felt that the pain in her body had eased a little, at least there were no more whistling fists and kicking feet.

Zhao Si was kicked hard from behind, almost throwing him on his back.

Immediately, he clutched his aching buttocks, turning around and roaring like an enraged lion.

People around were startled by Zhao Si's deafening voice, and were also dazzled by the white figure.

It automatically moved out of the way, leaving a large open space.

Only then did everyone dare to look up and look at the past.

It turned out to be a girl!

The girl's long black hair fell down, her complexion was as fair as snow, and she was dressed in white, the corners of which were blown up by the wind.

The face is exquisite, clear and beautiful, but the eyes are as clear as ice, without waves.

No matter how you look at it, she feels like she is looking at the dead.

When the girl glanced over, the crowd shuddered.

And at the girl's feet, it happened to be Wang An's aunt.

If they hadn't seen the cold girl leaning over to help the middle-aged woman on the ground, they would have almost doubted whether the girl was human.

Or rather, a female ghost.

Zhao Si, who had no answer over there, saw the girl standing in his original position, and now he still didn't understand something, his eyes widened angrily, and he stared fixedly at Zhang Xian with his bubbly eyes.

It was this woman who kicked herself!

"Bah, that's what you little bastard kicked." Zhao Si spit aside.

Immediately snatched the sickle from someone else's hand and rushed forward.

Zhang Xian, who was bending over to help someone, paused, and her jet-black long hair slid down with her movements.

It covered the snow-white side face and blocked everyone's sight.

Zhang Xian's downcast peach blossom eyes blinked, the ink color inside was a little more intense than this night.

(End of this chapter)