บท 1452: Little Ling 'er's anger (1)

Puchi!

Suddenly, a Swift and fierce palm wind arrived and struck Mu Ying's shoulder.

Her body suddenly fell back, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of her throat. It was a sweet and fishy smell.

Mu Ying's face was deathly pale, but she continued to protect Tian Tian with a determined and determined expression.

"Big sister mu."

When Tian Tian saw that Mu Ying had been injured while trying to protect him, she pouted and her eyes welled up with tears. "Are you hurt? Does it hurt?"

Mu Ying's heart warmed. Whether it was The Little Prince or the princess, they had never treated them as servants.

In order to protect him, no matter how much harm they suffered, it was what they, as maids, should do.

However,

However, Tian Tian's worried words filled her heart with warmth.

This kind of concern was simple and pure, and they were willing to give up their lives for it.

Mu Ying ignored Tian Tian and once again charged into the crowd.