Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Even an adult man doesn't necessarily have this strength, and the hand speed is too scary.

"Brother..." The younger brothers don't know what to do.

"What the **** is it, grab the dead girl for Lao Tzu, I will have to kill her tonight." Counseling brother roared, his voice trembling.

It hurts.

"Well...is the police arrested if you hit someone? Then I'll see if your cousin dares to arrest me tonight." Wen Xiaoai smiled, looked around, and caught a glimpse of the green next to the stop sign. A wooden stick the size of a child's wrist rests next to the trash can.

Wen Xiaoai took the first two steps, took the small wooden stick, held it in his hand, and waved it two times with great momentum, as if he was trying to feel the touch, but it was actually playing.

She doesn't like touching others, and she doesn't like others touching her, especially those who have performed hundreds of cleansing techniques that she is too dirty.

If she touched them, Jun Moyan would definitely want her to wash her hands eight hundred times~

Wen Xiaoai raised the wooden stick in front of him and said with a smile to the stick: "This princess is too dirty, so I can only wrong you."

"Sister..." The teenager was very worried, afraid that Wen Xiaoai would be injured.

"Bun, you watch from the side. My sister teaches you how to beat bad guys tonight. If you run into bad guys in the future... Hmm... if your sister is here, no one dares to bully you, just look at it~ no need to learn."

Wen Xiaoai's mouth did not move, but the words reached the boy's ear.

"Then, sister, cheer." The young man couldn't help but cheer for Wen Xiaoai.

Seeing that Wen Xiaoai actually picked up a wooden stick, the few people seemed to be fighting with them, and they were a little hard to believe Wen Xiaoai's guts.

Xin asked whether this little girl had practiced, or else how could she break her brother's wrist and still have the courage to fight with them.

"What the **** are you doing, come on."

Counseling brother took his broken wrist and stepped back to the side, and he still hasn't been relieved from the terrible pain.

The few people were yelled like that, looking at Wen Xiaoai who was full of excitement and provocation in his eyes, they immediately rushed forward.

Wen Xiaoai slammed into the belly of the nearest person as a beautiful side kick, and his small body exploded with amazing power. This kick was enough to kick that person out without using spells.

The ordinary wooden stick was made by Wen Xiaoai as smooth as his own saber, swinging it vigorously.

Every time the stick went down, there was a scream, and the occasional one or two sticks could bring up a sound of broken bones, which made Wen Xiaoai scream excited.

Wen Xiaoai is a celebrity in the demon world. His reputation is comparable to that of Ye Qi, but she is a famous princess who does not learn the rules and does not go to class. Fight with people.

Often left a pile of mess to Ye Qi to clean up.

Ye Qi often held his aching forehead and said to Wen Xiaoai: "Xiao Ai, you are a princess, we are gentle, you have lost your status as a princess like this."

"No, I won, and I didn't shame myself." Wen Xiaoai often choked Ye Qi to death.

"You said you are a girl at home, how can you like to dance knives and guns."

"No, I barely had a sword when I was in a fight, and that group of people was beaten on the ground by me, without a knife or a gun."

"..."

However, for tens of seconds, Wen Xiaoai hadn't come to feel that those people had been beaten on the ground by her with a stick, clutching their wounds and screaming and couldn't get up for a long time.

They didn't even touch a corner of Wen Xiaoai's clothes, they only felt a gust of wind blowing by their side, and before they could react, they were hit hard.