Chapter 2 Tell Him that This Person Belongs to Me

Although Peng Yue completely ignored Qiao Qing, he didn't want anyone to provoke him like this.

With a sneer, "Since you are so nosy, don't blame me for being rude... uh..."

Before he finished speaking, a wind sounded in front of him. The neck suddenly tightened and fell into Qiao Qing's hands.

Looking at Qiao Qing who was just a few steps away, he stood in front of him in the blink of an eye, and restrained his lifeline.

The disdain in Peng Yue's eyes gradually turned into disbelief and panic.

Such an inconspicuous little girl can actually know ancient martial arts!

Qiao Qing pinched Peng Yue's neck with one hand and glanced at him, and the other people who were about to get up suddenly wilted.

Qiao Qing withdrew her gaze lightly, and said faintly, with a bit of hatred for iron.

"Have you never heard of the villain's death? That's what Feng Hen taught you?!"

Hearing Qiao Qing say Fenghen's name, several people were shocked.

"Hey, how could he know the name of the sect master?" a man in black asked Peng Yue.

Peng Yue looked at Qiao Qing's eyes from panic to admiration and seriousness.

He clasped his fists and asked, "Miss, what is your relationship with the sect master?"

"You don't have the qualifications to ask." Qiao Qing let go of her hand, tore off a chain around her neck and threw it over, "Go back and give this to Fenghen and tell him that this person belongs to me."

After speaking, she ignored a few people and left with Jun Yexuan.

Peng Yue caught the necklace and looked at the platinum fishbone pendant in deep thought.

The person on the side said: "Head, just let them go like this? Killing Jun Yexuan is our mission. Besides, what if she is lying and doesn't know our sect master at all?"

Peng Yue looked at him, "Did you forget what she did just now? Even if we don't believe it, we can't help her."

The person who asked choked and stopped talking for a while.

Peng Yue put away the necklace, looked back, couldn't see Qiao Qing anymore, and said, "Let's go."

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Jun Yexuan was 1.9 meters tall, and Qiao Qing walked him all the way back to the west building of the Qiao family compound, without a drop of sweat or breath.

As soon as I entered the living room, I heard an exclamation, "Oh baby, why did you bring a man back? Who is this?!"

"I picked it up on the road." Qiao Qing kept walking upstairs without turning back: "Mom, bring the medicine box to the guest room."

"Hey, good." Chen Ming, who was beside He Wanqing Dynasty, beckoned, "Butler Chen, go get me the medicine box."

"Yes, ma'am." Chen Ming nodded, turned to get the medicine box, but was almost caught by the mop, and couldn't help but nag, "Mother Liu, why are you so dumbfounded when you drag the floor?"

Liu Ping instantly withdrew her gaze from looking upstairs, lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Saying that, she quickly gave up.

After Qiao Qing helped Jun Yexuan to the guest room, he gently laid him down on the bed.

Without hesitation, he reached out and unbuttoned his suit jacket, followed by the blood-soaked white shirt.

The blood near the heart was blurred, and it was extremely unsightly on Jun Yexuan's fair and beautiful chest.

It's a gunshot wound.

After making a preliminary judgment, Qiao Qing called a basin of water to clean up the blood around the wound.

After a while, He Wanqing also walked in with a medicine box.

"Baby, here comes the medicine box... oh my god!"

He Wanqing's empty hand suddenly covered his eyes, "How did this person get hurt like this?"

Qiao Qing sighed helplessly, reached out to take the medicine box, prepared medicine and tools, and said, "Go out if you are afraid."

He Wanqing put down his hands embarrassedly, and asked Qiao Qing, "Where did you pick it up? How could you be injured?"