Chapter 3216 Ruthless Mother, Let a Milk Doll Play (2) (Please Ask for a Ticket)

Remember in one second [End of the God Station] Mobile phone user input address: m.xinwanben.com

Cheng Jialin sneered: "Huangkou Ruzi, ignorant woman, I hope you can become arrogant under my [Wind and Flame Palm] in a while."

Muyan flipped her wrist, and the Seven Absolutes Sword slowly appeared.

However, before she could make a move, a small figure stopped in front of her.

A little doll carved from pink and jade, with pink-white skin and ice-blue eyes like crystal clear sapphires.

The whole person is lovely like an angel who has fallen into the world by mistake.

But his little face was tight, and his whole body exuded icy coercion.

At first glance, people almost forget that this is just a child.

"Mother, I don't need you to teach these people, Xiaobao will do it for you."

The crisp little milky voice spoke words that were so mad that they were completely defiant.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then there was a burst of laughter at the scene.

"Did my ears hear it wrong? This milk baby actually said that he would teach us a lesson for his mother?"

"Hahaha... Little baby, are you weaned? Shouldn't you still wet the bed at night?"

"I didn't expect this female devil to have a son at such a young age. This little doll is so beautiful, but I didn't expect it to be more stinky than the female devil!"

Cheng Jialin sneered: "Miss Jun, don't let your son get in the way, if you want to fight, fight quickly!"

Muyan looked down at Xiaobao.

Suddenly he leaned back and sat casually on the roof.

The corners of his mouth slowly evoked a faint smile: "Xiaobao, don't be too hard on these uncles. If they break, it won't be easy for my mother to cure them."

Little Treasure nodded with a sullen face, raised his hand, and a sword that was almost as tall as his body appeared in front of him.

The five- or six-year-old milk doll, holding a sword about the same height as him, looks soft and glutinous and cute.

No matter how cute it looks, how can it not match the battle.

The people below laughed even more crazy.

"Is this Jun Muyan's brain broken? Does she really want this baby to fight?"

"Is this really a real mother? She's so cruel, she even killed her own son!"

Even the defending title couldn't help stunned.

Looking at the little doll who couldn't even hold the sword firmly, he hesitated: "Miss, if it's not convenient for you to take action, why don't you let your subordinates down."

The butcher and Tietou below also shouted: "Yes! Who dares to disrespect you, Miss, we beat them so much that they don't even recognize them!"

Mu Yan said lightly: "Don't underestimate my little treasure! It's more than enough to deal with this mob."

Cheng Jialin said with a sullen face: "Jun Muyan, are you looking down on us?"

Mu Yan: "Do you look down on it, and you'll know if you've beaten it?"

Cheng Jialin and the few tribulation cultivators couldn't bear it any longer, roared angrily, and rushed towards the roof.

Of course, the target they attacked was not Xiaobao, but Muyan.

Although most of the people in the gravel hills are desperados, it is really not enough to attack a child.

However, they didn't wait for them to get close to Mu Yan.

A terrifying sword light shot straight into the sky.

He overturned everyone except Cheng Jialin to the ground.

The little boy carved in pink and jade was suspended in the air, holding a long sword in his hand.

The tip of the sword shining coldly pointed at Cheng Jialin, with a cold and contemptuous expression: "I said, you are not worthy of my mother!"

FUCKING-! !

Lying in a big slot -! !

Those tribulation monks who were overturned to the ground are almost going to be Sparta.

Support (end this site) and share this site with those who need it! Can't find the book, please leave a message!