Fast Transmigration Heroine God Can't Escape

Chapter 919

The guard's face was so tangled—it took a long while to touch Gu Ling's shoulder with the back of the knife:
"Go get it."

If it were someone else, he would have already started it: "Where is the rascal in the market, dare to pretend to be your son and enter Wanhua Garden?!"

It's just that this little rogue looks really good-looking today, and he can't express his full temper.

Not far away, Master Guoshi kept staring at the thin and white back, his eyes thoughtful.

Watching her high ponytail bouncing and jumping as she walked, watching her widen her eyes in doubt, watching her bit her lower lip in distress.

By the time he reacted, he had already stood in front of Gu Ling.

As soon as the guard saw the person coming, his face became even more exciting: "National...National Master!"

The iron fist made a banging sound, even though he was standing, his head wanted to hit the ground.

Gu Ling couldn't help sighing secretly, the flexibility of the ancient people is really not covered, it's a pity not to practice acrobatics.

"Why are you here?" Gu Ling asked nonchalantly.

The man gave her a deep look, he didn't know why he came over, and when he realized it, he was already here.

"I'm here to enjoy the flowers." The tone of the national teacher was still unhappy.

Not happy why my body is so out of order.

Little did the two of them know that the noise at the door had already disturbed the flower-appreciating people in the garden.

Especially when everyone saw clearly that the handsome young man at the door turned out to be the second girl of the Gu family, who had gathered together in twos and threes with Gu Rong as the leader.

At this moment, Master Guoshi happened to be standing in a blind spot of their vision, and his figure was also blocked by the heavily armored guards, so the arrogance of the crowd increased instead of diminishing.

Seeing Gu Ling being blocked from the door by the guards, with a thin layer of sweat protruding from her forehead, and her broken hair sticking wetly to her forehead, although she was still full of vigor, compared with these well-dressed ladies, she inevitably looked a little embarrassed.

Gu Ling raised her eyes and saw Gu Rong and "Little Green" beside her. It seems that after the previous incident, these two became best friends?

Girls' friendships are really weird sometimes-hating the same person can make two people become friends who can talk about everything.

Seeing everyone suddenly gathered around, separated by a wide round door, on one side were the rich and gorgeous ladies, and on the other side was Gu Ling, who was dressed in plain clothes and blushed by the sun—if you don’t know Gu Ling’s noble status, just look at the present In contrast, the two sides are really people from two worlds.

Xiaolu didn't mind watching the excitement, and Dadi spoke first: "Hey, isn't this the second girl of the Gu family? Why are you dressed like this?"

Gu Ling imitated her hypocritical appearance and moved her lips: "Hey, who is this show? It seems to have met once, but A Gu can't remember."

Originally watching the crowd approaching, knowing that her master would have to face a catastrophe, Pineapple girl couldn't help feeling nervous, but being teased by Gu Ling, she accidentally laughed out loud.

That "Little Green" was originally very angry because of Gu Ling's sarcasm, seeing that even a mere little girl laughed at herself, walked a few steps forward, and stretched out her palm to scrape Fengli's face.

But it was just these few steps forward that Xiaolu suddenly saw the man next to Guling, who was facing the wind in a jade tree, with a graceful posture, and a pair of eyes staring lightly at her hand that had just been stained with blood.

But at this moment, the palm had already fallen, and it was too late to take it back.

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Gu Ling subconsciously shielded the pineapple behind her back, so that she became a meat shield for her girl.

Looking at the blood-colored fingernails, he suddenly felt that they were stained with his own blood, how cruel, how cruel.

In just a split second, the man's eyes shot over like two sharp knives, and at the same time he stretched out his hand to pinch the woman's wrist:

"presumptuous!"

The bone-cold voice seemed to be the wrath of the god of death from hell, and everyone who heard it trembled.

(End of this chapter)