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Chapter 787: The tyrant spoils the fallen princess 3(2/2)

The man glanced sideways at Yingqian and finally said:

"You don't want to kill me?"

He could not detect murderous intent in her body.

on the contrary.

Yingqian seemed to be hesitating whether to let him go.

"Why should I kill you? I'm not an idiot."

She sighed, stared at the approaching men and horses in front of her, and said helplessly:

"Beauty, you are so good-looking, why don't you stop being a tyrant and go farm with me?"

She was busy thinking about business.

I didn't even realize what I was talking nonsense about.

Wait until one foot steps out of Changle Gate.

Yingqian looked back.

On the long and silent street, no one could be seen.

Empty and eerie.

And the people in front are gathering more and more.

Under this situation, it seemed difficult for her to leave with the man.

Ying Qian sighed.

In this case, she could only run away on her own.

"Goodbye, my beauty."

She waved her palm into a blade.

He hit the man on the back of the neck.

Ying Qian's strength was extremely good, enough to ensure that he would only be knocked unconscious for a few hours without being hurt anywhere.

But just as her sword was about to fall.

The man suddenly moved.

Holding the sword's edge in his palm, he turned his head slightly, allowing Ying Qian's sword to hit his shoulder.

Blood dripped down.

He glanced back, his thin lips curved in a subtle arc.

"Have enough fun and want to run?"

Yingqian was stunned.

His wrist suddenly felt numb, and the sword fell to the ground.

She felt like the world was spinning.

Wait until you come to your senses.

Yingqian was already on the shoulders of this tyrant.

She is like a trophy.

Or in front of countless soldiers.

Her face darkened instantly.

"Fuck! Let me go!"

Yingqian struggled wildly.

The thin straight calves kept dangling.

A pair of small fists hit the man's back repeatedly.

But it doesn't seem to have much lethality.

After struggling for a while.

It didn't cause the tyrant much trouble.

Instead, Ying Qian's stomach pressed against his shoulder, making him almost vomit.

"Noisy."

The man glanced at her.

A pain in the back of the neck.

Just one second before losing consciousness.

Yingqian heard the mechanical sound of the system.
Chapter completed!
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