Seeing the killing intent in Miao Ying's eyes, which he had not seen for a long time, Zhao Yu felt a little amused. He quickly pretended to persuade her,"Meow Meow! You have to calm down, don't let your emotions get the better of you. This is what you said. What's the point of beating up these lowlifes?"
"Beating him up is indeed not going to help!" Miao Ying glared at the guy with the wooden stick and said,"but, at least I'll feel better after the fight!"
"Wahaha ..." In the face of so many murderous shop owners, Zhao Yu laughed wildly.
"Bah! Let's see how capable you are!" At this time, the guy with the wooden stick looked at Miao Ying and shouted,"how dare you make trouble here? I think you're tired of living ..."
In the end, before he could finish his sentence, he saw a long leg flash in front of his eyes. Then, he immediately felt a wonderful feeling of flying, and he was flying backward!