Ai Yue wanted to defend herself a few words, but Yun Qingyan stopped her and threw out two high-end Yuanyu pieces, "Check a room."

At the same time, a powerful voice came, "They don't want to live, we do!"

Yun Qingyan looked back and saw a strong man as tall as a hill, slapped two Yuanyu on the table with one palm.

That palm immediately made the table tremble.

His thick palms were not like human shapes. The nails on them were long and sharp, extremely strange, with a metallic luster.

Yun Qingyan frowned and reminded, "Brother, we have paid the house."

The man saw this and saw evil spirits overflowing.

Immediately afterwards, my pupils suddenly shrank.

Almost subconsciously, Batu flashed back and hurriedly retreated with the people behind him!

"Batu, what are you doing?!" An angry voice!

Yun Qingyan narrowed his eyes and saw an old acquaintance.

Jiang Wushu and Batu.

"Princess, I..." Batu took Jiang Wushu backed up quickly, and then stopped at the hotel gate, blocking Jiang Wushu's face and looking at Yun Qingyan with defense.

Jiang Wushu also had something wrong and looked at Batu's gaze. Her sharp voice was distorted, "Yun Qingyan?! Are you still alive?!"

The sound seemed to have seen a ghost alive.

Yun Qingyan narrowed his phoenix eyes and looked cold. Suddenly, her red lips curled up a smile on her face, "What? Is it strange that you are still alive?"

While talking, she was also carefully looking at the two old acquaintances.

Whether it was Batu or Jiang Wushu, they all had a deep breath of peach, like the smell of petals falling into the mud, which made her dizzy.

The breath was exactly the same as the feeling Feize gave her when she was in Hongshui Town.

Two years have passed, and both Batu and Jiang Wuya have undergone great changes.

Batu's hand injured by Baili Qingxue was restored with something, but the restored hand was not so much a human hand, but rather a monster's hand, which was inhuman weird.

Although Jiang Wushu's facial features are still the same as before, there is a hint of other aura on her body, which is somewhat similar to Jiang Wuya, like a rich and rotten poisonous flower, charming and dangerous.

However, compared with Jiang Wuya's charming temperament, Jiang Wushu can only be regarded as a fake inferior product, but despite this, her appearance at this time can be called bright and stunning.

"What's wrong, Wushu? Do you know them?" A handsome young man on the other side slightly helped Jiang Wushu's shoulders and said hostile to Yun Qingyan.

Batu looked at the man's hand on Jiang Wushu's shoulder, his eyes flashed, and finally changed his sight.

"Yes." Jiang Wushu now seems to have become a different person, no longer as coquettish as before, but instead has a little girlish attitude.

Tears flashed slightly in her almond eyes. She gently grabbed the hem of the young man's clothes and pursed her lips and said, "I had some misunderstandings with Miss Yun before.

Batu reacted so hard just now, just because he was afraid that I would be injured."

The young man glared and his eyebrows stood up, "What? She had hurt you before?"

"I..." Jiang Wushu lowered her head, "Brother Zixiao, let's go and find another inn."

Yun Qingyan watched Jiang Wuya's performance with interest, curious in his heart, when did the spoiled princess learn to pretend to be pitiful?
Chapter completed!