Chapter 91: One of the Elders of the Killing Alliance, the Little Princess
As soon as Bai Hu finished speaking, his mind suddenly tightened. He looked at the wolf hair in shock, and suddenly took two big steps back.
"I won't go, I absolutely won't go. If you want to coax the boss back and change him to someone who is not afraid of death, I'm not married yet, and my mother still expects me to continue the family line!"
Langhao glanced at him and said, "I won't provoke her."
"Oh."
Bai Hu breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on the sofa. He wiped his neck and actually started to sweat.
"Then why did you hack her phone?"
"I told you, it was just to say hello."
Lang Hao clicked his tongue, which was a bit more ostentatious in his way of saying hello. , so that she knows that Shameng is still behind her and can come back at any time. If she encounters difficulties, she will have someone to rely on.
The little princess who killed the alliance has long since disappeared. Nowadays, when it comes to killing the alliance, few people still remember such a number one figure.
But she is one of the elders of the Killing Alliance.
“I was sorry for her about that incident back then.”
The white fox looked at him with an unclear expression.
Lang Hao seemed to be talking to himself. He blew a sip of tea and said quietly: "It won't be too late to pick her up after she has had enough fun outside."
Nan Jiaojiao replied. In the game, she died once in the record. She looked very unhappy and asked coldly: "Who killed me?"
Bo Qingshan gritted his teeth angrily: "The one on the other side who can become invisible is him!"
"Yes."
Nan Jiaojiao picked up the two swords and said, "Follow me."
< br>In the second half, Nan Jiaojiao only stared at the assassin on the opposite side. Even if she was invisible and hiding in the bushes, she could accurately judge when throwing a skill at him. The opponent died before he could even use the skill. In the two most arrogant times, Nan Jiaojiao Jiaojiao directly browsed the two towers, took advantage of the resurrection time to go to the spring to block people, and left after killing them.
The key is that she has an assistant on her head.
It was like entering an uninhabited land between the enemy and ourselves, and the headwind soon turned into a tailwind.
The assassin on the other side begged for mercy after killing him: [No big deal, brother, I will kill you once, and it was still a manslaughter. Who told you to stand still and not kill someone when you see the head? It is not in line with the ethics of an assassin. Are you right?] Before I could type the word "right", I died again.
Nan Jiao was annoyed, so she quickly ended the battle and led the team to victory.
Bo Qingshan was so excited that he jumped to his feet. He was so awesome that he admired him so much that he prepared a lot of licking words. Before he said anything, Nan Jiaojiao coldly threw two words at him:
"It's down."
As soon as he finished speaking, the avatar turned gray.
Bo Qingshan was speechless and choked.
Nan Jiaojiao threw the phone aside, picked up the strawberry pudding, and ate it with a small spoon.
The evening glow from the horizon shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her side face is reflected in the window, cold and cold, with a hint of dryness between her eyebrows.
She knew who was looking for her.
There were voices outside the door, and the voices came in through the ajar door.
A superior female voice said: "Mr. Pei and I are old acquaintances. I'm going to say hello."
Qiao Shan's polite and distant voice followed: "Mr. Pei is out. I don’t know when I’ll be back at the moment, as I’m afraid it will delay Miss Ye’s time.”
“It doesn’t matter, I’ll wait for her.”
The door was pushed open, and a tall figure walked in. Wearing a khaki woolen coat, underneath was a milky white suspender skirt, wrapped around a pair of slender legs. He took two steps in with high heels, suddenly raised his head, and Nan Jiaojiao's eyes met on the sofa.
"䱱?"
The woman frowned and thought for a while, as if searching in her mind for a name that could match the face in front of her.
"Nan Jiaojiao, why are you here?"
Nan Jiaojiao slid a mouthful of pudding down her throat.
(End of this chapter)