Yang Jian and his group looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a graceful purple-haired girl smiling and slowly walking over, her slender hands holding a delicate crystal tray.

"Hello, rare guests from afar," the girl waved.

"My name is Emidi. My sisters have offended me so much, so please forgive me."

Yang Jian sorted out his hairstyle and waved his hand without any mind.

"It should be said that we were abrupt, Haihan, Haihan." He stretched out his hands and folded his fists to apologize, but there was no apology on his face.

I have to be careful what this little girl sells, otherwise she will be trapped by her, Yang Jian thought so.

Emidy stretched out a jade-like index finger and pointed to the tray.

"I have some seasonal purple grapes here, which are delicious and juicy. I specially presented them to the guests to suppress their shock." As she said that, she walked forward, her beautiful eyes full of smiles, staring at Yang Jian intently.

"Brother Jian, be careful of fraud," the old man attached to Yang Jian's ear and muttered in a low voice.

"Yeah", Yang Jian responded casually and took a step forward.

"Rejecting the lady's kindness is the most rude behavior." He also stretched out his hand with a gentlemanly demeanor, then picked it up in the crystal tray for a moment, and finally pinched out a grape that was not big or small.

I saw the grapes emit an attractive color, accompanied by a faint fruity aroma, which made people want to taste it.

The smile in Emidi's eyes became stronger and stronger. She watched Yang Jian pick up the grapes and slowly put them on her lips. A hint of unaware smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Pu" and the expected kiss of death did not happen. The purple grapes rolled to the ground, and the ruptured juice soaked the ground, making a "sizzling" erosion sound.

"Of course, there are no femme fatalies like you." Yang Jian's face was extremely sharp. He stared at Poison Grape Emidi coldly to see what she said.

"Damn it!" Emidi's face flushed and he took a step back unwillingly.

He said that it was soon, so she raised the crystal tray and smashed it hard at Yang Jian.

"Hmph! I don't know how to live or die!" Yang Jian jumped back.

"Bang!", a gunshot.

"Crash!", the crystal tray turned into several pieces, and the grapes were scattered all over the ground. Emidi only felt a numbness in his palm and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Bob, capture her alive," Yang Jian waved his hand.

"Come out, the female warriors of the Toulouse tribe!" Emidi stood firm and gave an order.

I saw a large group of female soldiers in military uniforms pouring out from all corners of the palace. They clenched their fists and attacked them fiercely, fighting with Yang Jian's men.

The poisonous grape Emidi ran to the two sisters in the chaos, carrying citrus Lelia, supported the green apple Sati, and retreated deep into the palace.

Bob stretched his neck and shouted loudly.

"Don't run away, you girls!" He said, knocking down a female warrior with one punch, carrying a lightsaber, and chasing the three of them like a gust of wind. The latter was suddenly pulled closer because of the wounded.

"Oh no, I'm going to be caught up with this guy." Emidi stomped his feet in a hurry, but couldn't raise his speed.

At this very urgent moment, another female voice came.
Chapter completed!