A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

Seeing the two people spinning into a huge human shadow ball rolling towards them, Prince Wang beside them did not make any move, but just frowned, as if waiting for something.

What is he waiting for?

Thinking of this, Wen Meijiu's heart couldn't help but tremble. Yes, hadn't he always been coveting her pistol?

If she really took out a pistol, wouldn't she be caught by Prince Wang?

How to explain the things she had always denied before?

While Wen Meijiu was hesitating, the enemy had already arrived in front of them. A gust of wind lifted Wen Meijiu's bangs, and the sword shadow as fast as lightning chopped down at her head.

Random thoughts wasted time and missed the best opportunity. Wen Meijiu opened his mouth wide, regretting that he had been distracted just now.

She felt the sword blade passing across her forehead and going down to the tip of her nose, and she subconsciously closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself being pressed down by someone and rolling away.

The person on her was so heavy that her head hit the corner of the wall. Wen Meijiu reached out to push the person away, only to find that the person who had just carried her and rolled away was Prince Wang.

Before Wen Meijiu could start to question her, Prince Wang had already yelled at her:

"You are looking for death!"

He pressed his whole body on her, even his breathing was so clear, she could even see the scarlet in his eyes.

"You are looking for death!"

She was at a loss for what to do after being insulted, and the two balls of him pressing on her upper body made her face flush and her blood boil.

For some reason, she reached out and slapped him in the face.

Prince Wang was shocked, and Wen Meijiu was also shocked. She actually hit him in the face!

"It's more than necessary to save you."

The enemy chased after them again. Prince Wang, helpless, jumped up, grabbed Wen Meijiu's collar, threw him aside, and started fighting with the enemy himself.

The enemy was attracted away by Prince Wang, and Wen Meijiu quickly hid in a safe place.

At this time, Lao Li rushed forward with a knife and was about to launch a sneak attack on the enemy. Wen Meijiu quickly stepped forward to stop him.

Old Li was very anxious: "Miss Wen, what are you doing?"

Eager to save people, Lao Li pushed the warm wine away, his eyes fixed in the direction of Master Wang.

Wen Meijiu's eyes darkened, and he looked at Lao Li and said:

"If you go like this, you'll die."

Old Li pursed his lips and turned his head away, saying angrily:

"So what? This doesn't seem to have anything to do with Miss Wen.

Since Miss Wen didn't save the dying person, why did she stop me from saving him?"

Wen Meijiu sneered, slowly let go of Lao Li's hand, pointed at Prince Wang who was fighting with the enemy in front, and asked Lao Li:

"How can you get in? Aren't you afraid of hurting him?"

Old Li took a look and thought that what Wen Meijiu said was right. The fighting between the masters was like a dragon crossing a river at lightning speed. If it weren't for the different colors of their clothes, it would be difficult to tell the people apart.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Old Li didn't believe that Wen Meijiu was indifferent to Master Wang's situation, so he asked her instead.

Wen Meijiu swallowed a little and her mind returned to her pistol. As long as Prince Wang could separate from the other party and as long as she moved fast enough, it shouldn't be difficult to hit the enemy, though it would make a little noise.

Seeing Wen Meijiu frowning and looking as if she was ready to die together with the enemy, Lao Li regretted speaking to her in that tone just now.

He came closer to her and whispered:

"My young master is no ordinary man, he is just a little irritable. If you can calm him down or help him, it is not impossible to defeat them."

After hearing this, Wen Meijiu was surprised and turned to ask him:

"How to appease?"

Old Li pondered for a moment after hearing this, then smiled with some ill intentions and said:

"That depends on the girl's ability. Young Master Wang has mastered the Tiangang Palm Technique, which focuses on the harmony of yin and yang and the use of internal and external energy.

Miss Wen is so smart, she will definitely understand the truth in what I said."

Wen Meijiu suddenly turned around and looked at him, feeling complicated. What did Old Li mean?

Who knew that Lao Li did not avoid her gaze, but instead came forward to greet her:

"If Miss Wen doesn't want to, I won't force you."

As he spoke, Lao Li raised his knife and was about to move forward again. Wen Meijiu stretched out his finger but didn't say a word. Lao Li, holding his knife, had already approached the enemy's back.

With a "bang" sound, before Wen Meijiu could blink, a corner of Lao Li's clothes had been cut off, and then he was kicked flying.

Wen Meijiu ran over quickly, helped the man up from the ground, and asked:

"Are you okay?"

Old Li struggled to stand up from the ground, shook his head in frustration, and said:

"It's okay, if only the quarrel could stop."

Yes, if they stopped fighting, perhaps they could subdue these two men. Wen Meijiu thought so too.

Seeing that the group of figures were about to eat Prince Wang in the melee, Wen Meijiu bit her lower lip and reached her hand behind her back.

"Miss Wen, please shout to Master Wang."

Old Li grabbed Wen Meijiu's arm and pulled her hand forward, which she had just put behind her back. This caught her off guard and she didn't have time to draw her gun.

"What are you shouting?" Wen Meijiu responded to Lao Li subconsciously, feeling a little panicked, as if he was doing something wrong.

Fortunately, she didn't pull out the gun just now, and if Lao Li saw it, she couldn't explain it clearly.

"Tell me, sir, I just wronged you!"

Wen Meijiu looked at Lao Li in disbelief. Would what she said work?

"Hurry up and tell me!" Old Li was full of confidence and kept urging Wen Meijiu.

Wen Meijiu opened her mouth but in the end no words came out. Only now did she realize that Lao Li wanted her to apologize to Master Wang.

"Hurry up and shout! Shout!"

Old Li was extremely anxious. Wen Meijiu hadn't shouted yet. If he wasn't a man, Old Li would have shouted himself. Look how embarrassed he was. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The enemy was outnumbered and we were outnumbered. Seeing that the enemy was getting braver and braver and gradually forcing Prince Wang into a corner, Old Li was so angry that he pushed away the warm wine beside him and shouted at Prince Wang with a pinched throat:

"Sir, I was wrong! I was wrong!"

His strange cry instantly stunned the enemy and the prince, and they all looked over here. Only the clashing swords were still entangled.

After a while, the lady boss standing on the boss's shoulder seemed to see the flaw. She covered her mouth and laughed so hard that her body shook. She pointed at Mr. Wang and humiliated him:

"It seems that you are just a silver-plated spearhead, good-looking but useless. Why do you find an old man to fool you with his weird and weird behavior?"

The host also laughed wildly, adding fuel to the fire and mocking:

"It's really good. If he really had that ability, he wouldn't be so impatient and confused.

My lady, let's take advantage of this opportunity to kill him without leaving a single piece of armor."

The opponent is a master. After just one move from him, he can tell which school of martial arts Young Master Wang belongs to.

However, after fighting for such a long time, he did not see Master Wang display the power of Tiangang Palm, so he thought that he must not have learned the skill well enough, or Tiangang Palm was not as powerful as the legend said.