1767: Delusional

Delusional

Qiao Mu was enraged!0

Were you kidding? She had paid to rent the carriages!

Now that these people had exploded their carriages, didn't that mean she had to use her own spirit currency to pay for the costs of repair?

Qiao Mu involuntarily gnashed her teeth in anger as she thought about this.

Qi Xuanxuan was also hopping mad as she wailed to the high heavens, "What the hell! Which bastard exploded your great aunt's carriage? Come out right now!"

Qiao Mu grabbed Young Sir Zhu's sleeve. "Don't run about. You must not leave my side, understand?"

Zhu Xu wasn't a fool. Even though he was rather unfamiliar with the ways of the world, he usually liked to read and contemplate. That was why he could at most be considered inexperienced, but nevertheless, he had a rather bright mind.

He could tell that today's incident was targeting him.

He had still troubled Qiaoqiao and them after all!

Young Sir Zhu couldn't help but feel depressed at this fact. "Qiaoqiao, I feel that these people are most likely aiming for me! I'm sorry that everybody can't enjoy themselves."

Qi Xuanxuan couldn't help but chuckle when she saw Young Sir Zhu looking down. "How is this your fault? It's completely because these people are so blind as to crash into our blades!"

Ma Ta even shouted while laughing, "It's fine! I'm telling you! I had just been agonizing over the fact that there wasn't anyone for me to practice against after advancing a level! Even though these fellows are all mediocre, it's better than nothing!"

Look at how aggrieved he sounded. It was as if this gang of thugs in front of them was merely trash, the type that would die after taking several of his punches.

At this time, another group of people came out from behind the exploded carriages.

They were totally different from these weak thugs.

Each one of these people who leaped over to besiege them were at least level-14 mystic cultivators.

These thirty people encircled Qiao Mu and them, while the periphery was surrounded by a huge number of thugs. From the looks of it, the situation was extremely disadvantageous to Qiao Mu's group.

In reality, to Qiao Mu and company, the second group of people were also weaklings.

Just the little fatty alone could punch two of them flying. It was obvious how overstated the cultivation of this new group of level-14 mystic cultivators was.

Cultivation could be split into that achieved by hard work and that resulting from relying on drugs.

When trash like them who relied on drugs to advance their cultivation encountered similarly-leveled opponents, it would just be a one-hit K.O.!

After finishing off the people around her, Qiao Mu grasped Young Sir Zhu's sleeve and walked forward.

However, before she could get far, a black shadow swooped up to her and grabbed toward Young Sir Zhu without room for objection.

Yet how would Qiao Mu allow the person to even touch Young Sir Zhu?

She gave a hard kick and also used the momentum to pull Young Sir Zhu behind her. She promptly sent out three rows of silver needles without any hesitation, aiming at the person's eyes, chest, and abdomen.

These ruthless needles came so swiftly that the attacker rapidly retreated backwards in a flurry.

He also sidestepped and somersaulted into the air before turning back to take a look.

He saw that several thugs near him had not been able to avoid the needles and had become his scapegoat. At this moment, each of these thugs had a needle in their chests and were foaming at the mouth with their eyes shut. They had evidently gotten knocked out!

pqdm.com