Chapter 167: a four-year-old child

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As she said, she waved her hand toward not far away, "Xiao Bao, come over."

When I heard the call of Mu Yan, Xiao Bao, who was originally practicing, immediately ran over.

Mu Yan touched her son's head.

Only leisurely said: "Your opponent... is him."

"What joke are you doing?!"

"Smelly, are you playing us?"

"A milk doll, I killed him with a finger."

Mu Yan looked at them with a smile and a curse, and when they had a lot of arguments, they suddenly said: "It seems that you don't want this opportunity."

After that, turn around and go.

"Wait a minute!" Knifeman quickly stopped her, suspiciously said, "What you said is true, as long as we defeat this milk doll, let us free?"

"Of course!" Mu Yan turned back. "I can never tell lies."

“Is one-on-one, or two wins in three games?”

This can be asked to pour out.

She looked down at Xiaobao. "Baby, how do you say it is more interesting?"

Xiaobao’s little face is still cold, but the eyes are flashing a trace of impatience, “all, together.”

Mu Yan looked up and smiled. "Have you heard that?"

The slaves in the ghost city are stunned and wonder if they are auditory or not.

A milk doll less than five years old, in the face of these fierce and sturdy brawny, actually said "together"?

Is this silly or crazy?

After being stunned, the slaves in the eyes of the slaves emerged with fierce light.

It was turned down by a milk doll and a weak woman, how could they endure? !

"Small nephew, since you are looking for death yourself, don't blame the grandfathers are welcome!"

"Just right, but the girl said it herself, even if we tear this little scorpion into slag, we can't blame us!"

"Yes, who makes this stinky girl do not know the heights!"

During the talk, a dozen slaves wrapped up in a fierce killing, and they seemed to have rushed up.

Mu Yan slowly took a step back, arms around her chest, watching the crushing battle that was about to fall.

Yan Haotian, who was expressionless on the side, couldn’t help but look at her, and looked at the group of slaves who besieged the young master. He shook his head insignificantly.

He has already met, the future of this group of idiots is miserable.

Don't look at the lady who is smiling now, but all the people who have humiliated the young master, she will not let go!

What's more, with this group of idiots, want to beat the young master?

dream!

Almost Yan Haotian’s thought has just flashed.

With a loud bang, a huge body has already flew straight out, falling heavily on the ground, and suddenly spurting a blood.

There are two, two and three.

Next, I heard a scream of screaming in the entire yard.

Then, a tower-like brawny, either fleeing out or being lifted up and thrown into the air.

In short, just a quarter of an hour later, in addition to watching the face of Mu Yan and Yan Haotian.

Only a small figure stood proudly in the middle of the courtyard.

And around him, there was a swell of his face and his face was screaming and screaming.

At this moment, all the ghost city slaves looked at Xiao Bao's eyes.

It’s not just a slap in the face, it’s like watching a monster.

This special is just a four-year-old child!

A child who is not taller than their waist.

Actually... I even took a dozen of them, who had climbed out of the blood of the corpse, and all of them were smashed!