Chapter 1161： Handcuffed cloud painting

Chapter 1161, the cloud painting of the pickpocket

A few minutes later, Yuan Msing and Fang Nian looked at the black bodyguard who had fallen to the ground.

Fang Nian’s eyes widened and he whispered to Yuan Msing: “The teacher’s aunt seems to be very powerful.”

Yuan Msingze is constantly nodding. "That is that."

Song Ci slowly stood up, spit out a sigh of relief, slowly put down the sleeves that had just been rolled up, and then watched the cloud painting.

Cloud painting students are active in their wrists.

Song Ci quickly asked: "Is it a hand?"

"The skin is not loose." The cloud painting was not very cool. "Khan did not come out."

Song Ci smoked his mouth.

The group of people who fell on the ground seven or eight eight eight were all black lines.

Still not enough?

They are all squatting, it hurts!

The only one standing on the other side is Song Manzhu.

Cloud paintings squinted at his fingers and walked toward Song Manzhu.

If it is just beginning to block the cloud painting, Song Manzhu is completely arrogant, then at this moment, when her people fall to the ground, Song Manzhu’s face has completely changed, the face’s arrogance The whole person was a little scared.

However, this remote place, the passing car will not stop to gossip, and she... can't escape!

"You... you dare to move me!" Song Manzhu is still hard.

Cloud painting blinks, "I don't move you, I just want to hit you."

Song Manzhu’s face was pale and white. "Do you know who I am! If you dare to touch me with a hair..."

“How?” The cloud painting blinked again and looked innocent.

"I... I, my Song family will not let you go!" Song Manzhu no longer has the grace of the celebrity, pulling the scorpion, "I am Miss Song Jia, my father is Song Haisheng, I The uncle is Song Chaosheng. If you dare to touch me with a hair, I will let you not get out of the city!"

Cloud painting lips, "Take your hair, let me go to the city of S, really good."

The sound of cloud painting is very light, and even nodded slightly, as if it was in favor of Song Manzhu.

Song Manzhu also thought that the cloud painting was scared, and she quickly said, "You know it!"

Cloud painted and laughed.

Suddenly she stepped forward and strode off the headgear of Song Manzhu. Song Manzhu originally had a very delicate and noble hair, completely dissipated.

When Song Manzhu has not reacted yet...

Cloud painting has moved.

"What are you doing!" Song Manzhu screamed when he was licked into his hair.

But before she screamed, she saw the hair that the cloud painting sent to her.

Song Manzhu is dumbfounded.

hair……

A lot of hair...

Song Manzhu hurriedly reached out and touched his head.

"My hair, my hair!" Song Manzhu went crazy to the car in front of him, looking at his hair around the mirror, this look, she almost fainted!

Her beautiful hair was cut in a mess, long and short, like a chicken coop.

Cloud painting does not slow down to organize her multi-functional bracelet. Yes, there is no knife in her hand, but when she wants to use a knife, the folding knife hidden in her bracelet can pop up immediately.

After all, when she is fine, she likes to play her own bracelets repeatedly. This bracelet can save lives at a critical time. If it is not familiar, when I use it, I don’t know how to operate it. Sad reminder!

"Miss Song, I moved you so many hairs, you said, what should I do?"

(End of this chapter)