My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 607 2.043 Attack

Wu Xiaosu stared at the carriage of Qiao's family, all of them could see the fire, and "Biao" reached out and smashed into the car frame, Wu Xiaosu screamed angrily, "Bitch! It's so cheap for the big ones, it's cheap for the small ones!"

"Miss, what are we going to do now? If you can't get on the carriage of Qiao's house, you can't do it ..." Wu Xiaosu's personal girl said a half sentence.

Wu Xiaosu slaps his hands and slaps them on his face, exclaiming "ah", covering his face and lowering his head, tears are almost rolling down.

"What do you ask me to do? Why use it to feed your waste! I won't give up my idea, and now ask me what to do!"

The girl next to her kneeled in the carriage with tears in her head, and repeatedly scratched her head for mercy.

Qiao's carriage was already far away at this time, turning left after exiting Dongshun Gate.

Wei Ziqin reached out and nodded his daughter's forehead kindly, "Don't pretend!"

This play, come from the beginning, can still force out cold sweat, why is this little daughter so talented?

Jolin spit out her tongue, revealing a sweet smile, holding her mother's arm and saying, "Mother, it's freezing in the cold this day, it's not bad, it's not bad, it just happened that when we came, her carriage was broken. If that Miss Wu said that she had no other intentions in her heart, I would n’t believe it. Let ’s have a heart that is harmful and a heart that is not defensive. My sister also said, do n’t be overly kind. Think much about everything. "

"You!" Wei Ziqin couldn't help laughing, both of these girls were bad and bad. The big face is not very cold, but the mind is thinner than anyone. The small one seems to be very careless, but in fact the heart is not thick, and his head is very active.

"Hey, ma'am. I just don't think that Miss Wu is kind-hearted. Let's just ignore her."

"Well." Wei Ziqin glanced at her and sighed, "The girl is bigger, she has more ideas, and her mother can't control her."

Qiao Lin grinned, holding her mother's arm tired and crooked, "Where's that, mother, my daughter is good."

The mother and daughter were talking warmly and enthusiastically. Suddenly, a sword fluttering on the carriage was chopped down on the wagon, and a car **** "slammed" to the ground in an instant.

The driver rolled away from his position when he couldn't control it. Before he could say anything, he was severed by a light that rushed to his eyes.

The mother and daughter grabbed Chunying and flew out of the wrecked wagon. They fell to the ground and were instantly smashed into arrows by horses.

Chunying was terrified and hurried after landing, "Madam, Miss Er, you go away! Leave your slaves alone."

More than a dozen adult men, dressed in night clothes, surrounded the mother and daughter with a very strong breath. When they shot, they greeted them in a ruthless manner.

"Chun Ying, you step back!" Qiao Lin's eyes sank, and the little girl, more than eleven years old, saw sharp sharp edges in her eyes.

Wei Ziqin waved his sleeves to block one's attack, and looked at the person slightly with a sullen expression. "Who are you? How dare you attack the court woman in front of Dongshun gate, but don't want to live."

A dozen night pedestrians said nothing, but surrounded Wei Ziqin's mother and daughter in groups, and never launched an attack.

Among these dozens, one is a ninth-level mystic master, and his profound strength is very strong. Wei Ziqin, a small third-level mystic master, and Qiao Lin, a fourth-level mystic master, are naturally not his opponents.

(End of this chapter)