The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

"Meng Meng, you are enough!" The middle-aged man looked at the over-excited girl with a blank face, and looked at Shen Yanxiao apologetically: "Sorry, Meng Meng has harassed you."

"Little uncle! You let me down, I am so hard to catch a living, you let me ask will die!" The girl's thin limbs struggled to resist, but the middle-aged man was tall and tall, and she did not have to let her struggle. effect.

What is it... caught alive?

Shen Yan Xiao mouth twitches slightly.

"Don't make trouble, if your father knows that you are here to toss, see him go back and not pick you up. I have told you many times, the warlock is no longer practicing, you see it here, This is the last Warlock Academy of the Longxuan Empire. There is no one at all. How can you still not give up!" The middle-aged man looked helpless.

The girl stretched her face and waited for him. "No, the one named Shen Yanxiao is not a warlock. She also defeated the elites of other professions and won. The warlocks are very powerful. They are all old people." Pesto, dead brains, saying that the warlock is not good, I see the warlock is very good! I just want to be a warlock, you have the ability to interrupt my leg! Otherwise I will come to Saint Laurent College to apply for the Warlock division next year!"

The girl’s declaration gave Shen Yanxiao a slight glimpse. This was the first time she heard someone wanting to be a warlock. Looking at the pretty girl, Shen Yanxiao didn’t seem so annoyed.

"What do you know, the wrong thing that the warlock did in the past, and it is what you can know with a little girl. If you are a dare to be a warlock, your father must interrupt your leg."

"Hit! I interrupted my wheelchair!"

"you!"

"Hey." Shen Yan Xiao is really ridiculed by this Xiao Nizi's firm belief. She has seen arrogant, never seen such a proud, but it is so cute.

"Hey, that boy, you said to me, you see that I am not a bad person, I am a big good person, I want to be an alumnus with you, although you are a bowman, I am a future warlock, but we are also the same ......" The girl also wants to persuade Shen Yanxiao to reveal the news, but the middle-aged man has been unable to bear the slap on her chattering mouth.

"Sorry, let you laugh." The middle-aged man just wants to slap his own slap. How did he take this Xiao Nizi’s when he took her to Saint Laurent College, thinking she saw the run-down Warlock Branch? When he died, he was the heart of the warlock. He knew that she actually vowed to revitalize the warlock, and he was scared that he almost did not pass out.

"Nothing." The previous irritability has been erased by a series of girls' declarations. Shen Yanxiao looked at the cute little girl with a smile on her eyes. At least, some people have begun to accept the warlocks, right?

She believes that there will be more and more people like this girl, and the warlock will return to the light one day.

Shen Yanxiao looked at the girl and turned away. She did not forget the purpose of her trip. In the days of the ridiculous land, there were thousands of people waiting for her to go back. She didn’t have much time to delay. .

The girl looked at the back of a student who was not easy to catch. She was sulking and licking her legs. She was not enough for a middle-aged man. She bit her mouth and took a big hand holding her mouth.

The middle-aged man screamed and sprinkled his hand.

The girl dexterously landed and stared at him in anger.