Chapter 821 You Think This Hall Looks Like Someone Who Lacks Money

Yun Qingyan's whole body exploded with cold hairs, grabbing Jiang Wuya's hand and using the strength in his hand to bully him up!

The two are very close at this time, if the attack hits Yun Qingyan, it will definitely hurt Jiang Wuya first.

Sure enough, after discovering this, the violent wind was suddenly intercepted by another faster force!

"Bang!" The two powerful forces collided in the middle, and the strong wind blew the soil upside down and grass clippings flying!

Even though Jiang Wuya was used as a shield, Yun Qingyan could still feel the terror of that power.

She was horrified!

Respect!

At least the power of two high-ranking masters!

Jiang Wuya has such a master around him?

Even the high-ranking masters listened to his orders, what exactly is Jiang Wuya's identity?

In terms of status, Nanjiang Kingdom and Bei'an Kingdom are not much different, they are both located in the north and their Yuan strength is thin.

In Bei'an, even a mysterious master can be regarded as a god, but an ordinary third prince in the southern border country has a high-ranking master as a bodyguard?

This is really incredible.

While Yun Qingyan was thinking about it, she didn't see that a pair of mysterious purple eyes were watching him closely above her head.

The strong wind appeared to have dark purple hair flying and hunting in black robes, but the expression on that face did not change at all.

"Using the main hall as a shield? Huh?"

A low, hoarse voice came from the top of his head. Jiang Wuya looked at the person in front of him who seemed to be shrewd and timid, but in reality he was always calculating. His charming red lips were hooked, and he leaned his head close to Yun Qingyan, with deep purple eyes. Dangerous tone.

The voice was very small and light, charming and hoarse, like a whisper between lovers, which only the two parties could hear.

Yun Qingyan's heart sank for a while, but she lowered her head, her shoulders trembled slightly, and vividly portrayed the image of a timid and fearful young man, "Don't...don't kill me.

I...I have money.

Woohoo, take me back, I... can pay you handsomely! "

Cowardly, afraid of things, cherishing her life, and being rich, the image of a rich young master who was pampered and raised by her family is exactly what she is pretending to be at this time!

Jiang Wuya's red lips twitched, but he gently placed his hand on the head of the 'juvenile' who was shrunk into a ball in front of him, and rubbed it very gently as if he was stroking his beloved pet.

Yun Qingyan's skin tightened for a while, and goosebumps instantly appeared all over his body.

The moment Jiang Wuya's hand covered her, she had the illusion of being licked by an icy snake.

Just listening, that slightly dumb and sweet voice with a bit of a smile, slowly asked back,

"Since you are so rich, wouldn't it be easier for this temple to kill you and then take all your money?"

Yun Qingyan: "..." Damn this pervert! Do not follow the routine!

She lowered her head, her eyes were reddish, pitiful and miserable, "I...the money I brought with me has been looted by those evil servants, you...you won't get anything if you kill me.

Why don't you let me go, and when I get home, I will definitely repay you! "

In a word, the reason why he fell to the bottom of the cliff is said without trace, there is no need to say more, say more and more wrong, only reveal a little detail, but it will make people like Jiang Wuya trust more.

"Oh?" Jiang Wuya raised his eyebrows meaningfully.

Just when Yun Qingyan thought he believed him, the person in front of him changed his voice, his tone was low and dangerous, with stinging killing intent, "Do you think this hall looks like someone who lacks money?"

In that gloomy tone, it seemed that as long as Yun Qingyan said yes, she would immediately splatter three feet of blood.