Stunning Ghost Doctor

Chapters 15.2

The young girl screamed in disdain, but it was unknown if it was due to the anger from embarrassment as her face turned crimson, and thoughtlessly she raised the bow in her hand once more, took out an arrow from the tube on his back, to aim at Feng Jiu before releasing the rope.

‘Swoosh!’

That ruthless arrow had been filled with a mystical aura as it shot towards Feng Jiu's heart at blinding speed, fully intending to take Feng Jiu's life in a single strike, coldly mercilessly.

The man with the girl did not move in the slightest, the leader seemed to be deliberately indulging. After all, from what they saw, Feng Jiu was just a little beggar who did not possess any mystical powers that might be very lucky to be able to get here. And for such a person, they would all be able to get rid of it easily with just a single finger raised.

Just a few steps away from Feng Jiu, Ling Mo Han did nothing to stop the attack this time. He wanted to see how capable the little beggar girl was? From her observation, the little beggar girl was not brainless, in fact, she had shown herself to be very shrewd and shrewd, never doing anything she was unsure of.

The only thing was, obviously he did not have the slightest bit of mystical aura within his body, so where did he gain the confidence to provoke others so easily?

As he thought to himself, his gaze stiffened.

He looked at his flipside with great agility to dodge the speeding arrow, darting past underneath it, not injuring it in the slightest.

Watching that scene, not only Ling Mo Han, but even the middle-aged man and the younger man on the other hand showed flashes of surprise in their eyes. Without the slightest sign of mystic power on the opponent, and knowing well how fast the arrow shot out, they were certain that the little beggar should not be able to dodge at all.

But the little beggar had done just that. It just meant that the little beggar was not someone as simple as he described.

“Shoppers!”

The young girl stomped her feet in frustration and grabbed her hands behind her back to grab another arrow to tie to her bow before pulling back to fire another one.

But not a single arrow that was carefully aimed at the little beggar could hit it. After the next few consecutive attempts yielded nothing but air, he looked at the little beggar who was looking at him with a smile with his chin resting indifferently on his palm, seemingly saying to him with ridicule: 'She said: [Is that all you have?]

“Are you sure you want to do this? Again and I won't hold back.” The smile on Feng Jiu's face suddenly looked strange, as his eyes swept across the girl's chest for a while and Feng Jiu directly charged towards the dagger thrust at her instead of avoiding her.

“Cursed beggars! You will die!”

Ling Mo Han's gaze was fixed on Feng Jiu as he moved, and he only saw Feng Jiu disarm the young girl from her dagger in an instant. The speed he had performed, was too fast for him to see how he had achieved that feat.

The next moment, the dagger was already in Feng Jiu's hands and with quick steps, he suddenly got behind that voluptuous young girl, and Feng Jiu's hand had even slid over the girl's snowy white skin with a gentle caress, which made her suddenly find herself at a loss for words.

[Is that really a girl behind those tattered clothes? That really isn't the shameless bastard hidden below?]

“Woo hoo, very smooth.”

Feng Jiu exclaimed in praise, his eyes narrowed lustfully, with one hand wrapped around the young girl's slender waist, the other hand holding a dagger with an inverted grip that stuck to the smooth white neck, it looked like he was deliberately teasing the young girl, even bringing his face close to the neck of the trapped girl to sniff her, and putting on a euphoric drunken face.

“It really does heavenly!”

This time, even the stoic stone-faced middle-aged man's face changed, turning several levels darker.

The young man beside him was filled with anger, his eyes lit up in anger, his hands inside his sleeves clenched tightly. If not for the young plump girl trapped in the hands of the enemy, she would not have been able to hold herself back and would have directly attacked.

Ling Mo Han was still speechless and he averted his gaze, unable to make himself watch any longer.