she was super sweet in ancient times

Chapter 412 Song Qianhe's Killing Aura

"Hmph, you guys take this little bastard away now, you bastard, teach me." The woman whose face was scratched by the little bun just now was holding her breath in her heart.Although the young master of Qianji Pavilion is a young genius, she doesn't think this young master is her opponent!
As soon as the woman was revealed, the others nodded upon seeing this, and flew into the carriage with the fainted Dugu Xiaobao in their arms, and then drove the carriage all by themselves, quickly heading into the depths of the night.

Seeing the unbelievably fast carriage, Song Qianhe's eyes turned red instantly. "Call them back!" he said in a low voice. , the woman sneered: "Come back? Brat, are you the concubine of that bitch Dugu Jinghua? Seeing that you have beautiful features, but you have a good eye, you actually like a broken shoe!"

"Slap!" Before the other party could say anything, Song Qianhe slapped the man in the face very quickly.

The woman was slapped in the face by a brat again and wanted to react, but Song Qianhe didn't have so much time to chatter with her, so he hit her chest directly, causing the woman's viscera to burst in pain immediately .

Quickly clicked on the woman's acupuncture points, threw the half-dead woman to the two guards behind her and said, "Look at this woman, you can't let him run away. I'll come back to interrogate you when I recover Brother Xiaobao!"

"Young master, where are you going?" one of the guards asked with some concern.

"Of course I'm going after Brother Xiaobao!" Song Qianhe said with a cold handsome face, and flew to chase after the carriage that rushed into the darkness.

The two guards looked at their young master who really wanted to lose his life for that little doll. It seemed that the young master really fell in love with that woman.

Song Qianhe was slapped with an accelerator symbol, and his speed was very fast, and he caught up with the two carriages in just a moment.

"Leave little brother Baozi to this young master, otherwise this young master will be ruthless!"

The men sitting in the carriage were startled, didn't the boss stop the boy? He chased him so quickly, and he really did not disgrace the fate of the young genius.

One of the men holding a small bun gritted his teeth and said, "You two go down and stop him, no matter what, you can't let him catch up."

"Yes!" The two men nodded, looked at each other, opened the curtain, and jumped out of the carriage.In the darkness, a cold light flashed in Song Qianhe's eyes, and he saw two men in black standing in front of him.

But the carriage suddenly disappeared in front of everyone like lightning. "If you don't want to die, let me get out of the way!"

"Humph, just rely on you kid, don't even try to catch up with him." One of the men in black sneered, they just put a low-level magic amulet on the carriage. Hard to find, but you can travel thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

Song Qianhe looked at the two people standing in front of him, and his heart was full of killing intent.

No more nonsense, although throwing out a seemingly ordinary array.Hit the two men in black.

boom!
Before the two men in black knew what happened, they saw that they were trapped in a gossip formation, and a raging fire was ignited in the gossip formation.

"Ah, it's actually a raging fire formation!" One of them had heard of this formation, but he didn't expect the young man in front of him to refine an intermediate-level raging fire formation.

Regardless of their surprised expressions, Song Qianhe curled his lips slightly.The flames in the flowing fire array burst into flames.The two people standing in the formation couldn't move, they could only open their eyes wide in horror, and were immediately swallowed by the flames.

Burned to black charcoal, the formation disappeared, looking at the two skeletons on the ground, Song Qianhe didn't have any pity in his eyes.He turned around and chased after the carriage, but after chasing for half an hour, he didn't see any trace of the carriage.

Finally he listened, the hands in his sleeves creaked.

(End of this chapter)