Chapter 1443: The prince of blood, so infatuated (2)
Chapter 1443 The prince of blood, so infatuated (2)
"I had promised the little devil in the family that he would not use force or cause trouble, but we have a saying called'I can't bear it, I don't need to bear it anymore.'"
murmured softly, Su Qiao rushed up face-to-face like a cheetah.
Don’t look at the guys who are quite tall, the shortest one is 1.75 meters, but in Su Qiao’s hands, it’s just like playing, three times, five times two, and they all lie down on the ground within a few seconds.
Su Qiao’s small fists look small, but in fact every punch carries tremendous power.
If it weren’t for her to squeeze her feet, it would be possible to smash their internal organs with a punch.
Of course, she didn't beat them lightly. Those people were either broken their arms by her, or they were injured internally by her small fists.
In a few minutes, one by one couldn't get up on the ground at all, and the one who suffered the least injury was the first golden retriever.
"who are you?"
Alger clutched his chest, gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, staring at Su Qiao gloomily.
He didn't smell any smell of ethnicity on her body, nor did he have any special perception.
She should be an ordinary human.
But her speed and strength, as well as her skill, are nothing like a human being.
He had to suspect that his perception was wrong.
Su Qiao was a little surprised.
Just now she thought this guy was wrong.
The skill is much better than the others, and the speed and strength are also higher than the others.
When the fight started, his eyes were fiercer than others.
At this time, it looked more like an angry beast.
Is it so lucky that I ran into...the werewolf?
Su Qiao looks more like him.
This is not bad.
She searched for two years and couldn't find anyone, but they ran into it themselves.
Su Qiao's lips curled up coldly: "The old lady is your aunt's grandmother!"
Before the words were over, she already took a breath, leapt up in an instant, and kicked the opponent in the face with one kick.
Alger's pupils shrank and he quickly retreated, but he was still a step slower. He was kicked to the side of his head, and his back slammed into the white iron net behind him.
Su Qiao didn't give him any chance to breathe at all. Before he could stand still, the rain of fists had already smashed across the sky.
Seven years, almost seven years.
She held the breath in her heart, and there was nowhere to spread it.
Today can be regarded as finding the righteous master.
Alger never expected that the opponent would be so strong.
Even if he had used his fastest speed and greatest strength, he was still crushed and beaten severely.
Until the feeling of depression in my heart almost dissipated, Su Qiao stopped.
kicked the dead guy on the ground: "Tell me, what did you call me just now?"
Little dwarf, yellow-skinned monkey?
These werewolves are still so self-righteous, still so arrogant, thinking that humans are all lowly species.
I don’t know that thousands of years ago, these werewolves were just slaves of the blood family, and were enslaved by the blood family as livestock.
Who is inferior?
‘Bah’
Alger spit out blood in his mouth, his bruised face was full of unyielding and viciousness: "What are you doing..."
"It seems that my strength in education is not enough. Then come again. Anyway, we have time."
The white casual shoes stepped on his face, and Alger, who was about to look up, stepped back violently.
"Little wolf boy, don't you know that the little devil in the family doesn't like my old mother to be so rude, nor does she like her to breathe fragrant?"
"You dare to make my mother break the ring, and you will have to be chanted for a long time when you go back. How can you be enough if your mother doesn't step on your face and rub the ground a few more times?"
(End of this chapter)
