He killed someone and fled, but after being recognized by a wealthy family, he went crazy and starte

Jian Xiaobai, with half-dry hair, tilted his head and looked at her thin and slender body when he heard the words. A hint of...disdain flashed in his silver-white eyes.

Jian Jinge almost immediately caught the disgust in his eyes, and her eyelids twitched.

The moment he stopped, he attacked directly without caring whether he agreed or not.

Jian Xiaobai didn't think twice and didn't fight her at all. When she attacked, he ran away.

Jian Jinge, who didn't even touch the corner of his clothes: ...

She knew that if she continued like this, she would never be able to catch up with her even if she chased her to death. Thinking of this, she stopped attacking and said in a coaxing tone, "Xiaobai, be obedient and fight with me."

Jian Xiaobai shook his head firmly, his silver eyes moving, "No, I promised not to do anything to you, roast chicken."

Jian Jinge:......

I immediately understood the meaning of his last two words. While I was relieved by the previous sentence, the last two words were really heartbreaking!

Jian Jinge took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and gently coaxed, "Then make another promise. You can't take the initiative to attack me, but if I let you do it, I won't deduct your share of roast chicken, and I'll give you an extra meal."

When he heard that the roast chicken would not be deducted and that he would get an extra meal, Jian Xiaobai's cold eyes instantly lit up like light bulbs.

With a whoosh, he appeared in front of Jian Jinge and attacked without any hesitation.

Jian Jinge was startled for a moment, but reacted quickly.

Blocked the first move.

But as the two of them reached the third move, Jian Jinge could no longer hold on and was defeated.

"Stop." Jian Jinge was flying in the air and shouted hurriedly the moment he landed.

Jian Xiaobai's fist almost landed on her face.

It's very close.

The cold wind blew the strands of hair across her forehead.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Jian Jinge's forehead, and only two words flashed through his mind: "So fast."

She was very strong, but after three moves, she found that compared to Jian Xiaobai's fist, her strength was just like a child playing house.

Plus his speed is so fast that it's dizzying.

Jian Jinge took a deep breath, sat down on the ground, panted, slowly calmed down, and frowned.

The strength of her arms and the explosive power of her legs are very weak.

At least compared to Xiaobai, there is no comparison at all.

Not to mention the speed.

Jian Xiaobai retracted his claws, squatted in front of her, and looked at her straight, his eyes seemed to say "Are you still going to fight?"

Jian Jinge raised her eyes slightly, and her inky eyes looked into his silver eyes. Her heart moved, and the blue eyes of Dong Er and Dong San flashed through her mind.

She touched his eyebrows and then his long silver hair.

"Xiaobai, are your eyes and hair naturally this color?" Jian Jinge grabbed a strand of his silver-white hair, took a breath, and asked softly.

Jian Xiaobai followed her round fingertips and looked at his hair, his eyebrows cold and his eyes full of confusion.

"Xiaobai, are you also a mutant? Then what form of mutant are you?" Jian Jinge asked again.

Jian Xiaobai looked at him, with even more doubt in his silver-white eyes.

Seeing this, Jian Jinge had a rough guess in her mind that Xiaobai probably didn't understand what she just said.

She lowered her brows slightly, her thoughts returned to the business, and at the same time took out "Phantom Dance" from the Wanjie Bookstore.

It is impossible to improve strength and explosive power overnight, but she has a shortcut to speed.

Xiao Shushu is so optimistic about this secret book. She dislikes Dong Er and Dong San's speed and thinks that mastering the "Phantom Dance" will be an unexpected surprise for her.

Jian Jinge ignored Jian Xiaobai and began to carefully observe every breath and every step taken by the little man in the animated picture of "Phantom Dance".

She looked very carefully, very carefully. As she looked, Jian Jinge suddenly fell into a mysterious state. Gradually, time passed by little by little.

Jian Jinge sat quietly on the ground like a wooden stake, staring motionlessly at the little man on the secret book. His ink-black eyes reflected the little man in every frame as if slowed down a hundred times.