Chapter 394： Are you challenging me? (first more!)

"Who is he?"

The original noisy scene was quiet and quiet. Everyone brushed toward it. A tall, thin young man pushed a strange car with two wheels. One foot stepped on the big man’s hand on the tiger’s back. Directly stepped into the black gravel.

The big man who screams on the ground and the young man with a bit of anger in his calm expression form a stark contrast. It seems that he is just an ordinary person, and how to make the big man have no power to fight back. ?

"It's Amy! And her father is an adult!" Jessica's eyes were seen by the eyes, and he was happy, but he quickly got anxious and thought: "No! They should not appear." The bad guys will definitely be embarrassing them. What can be done is good..."

It was already desperate, and even if it was dead, Rebecca couldn’t let Jessica fall into the hands of Valk. She couldn’t recognize the young man, but at a glance she recognized the seat in the back seat of the bicycle. Amy, quickly yelled: "Don't worry about us, you are going, they are bad guys!"

People in the distance are still watching indifferently, and it seems that no matter what they can't let them raise their interest.

"Who are you?" Walker took his foot from Rebecca's body, and the other hand still pinched Jessica's face, looked up and down at McGonagall, narrowed his eyes, and looked a little bad.

The other big men were also looking badly toward McGonagall, and some also pulled out the knife from the waist. This guy looks strange, but he only has one person, and it doesn’t look like a powerful character. They are so Many people, it is certainly not a problem to deal with him.

McGonagall looked at Rebecca, who was sitting on the floor, and Jessica, who was holding his mouth by Valk. There was no obvious injury on both of them. I was relieved and looked up at Valk and held the bicycle. The hand of the handle was unconsciously clenched a few points, and there was a bit of killing in the eyes.

A scum that forced the orphans and widows, a **** who tried to occupy the little luoli.

Such a person, **** it!

"You are a bad guy! Let's release Jessica! Otherwise I will let you know that I am amazing! I, Amy! Super fierce!" Amy stood up from her little seat and pointed to Walker's expression. Said angrily.

"Hey, come back to the best. It seems that my luck today is good. I can enjoy the happiness of the people this evening, but it is a little small, but such an embryo can only be raised for two years." Walk's gaze Going to Amy's body, the eyes suddenly lit up, rubbed his lips and said with a smile.

"Boss, let's help you catch her!" The younger brother also screamed and smiled, and went up to McGonagall.

"Millet, don't move, my father came to solve them." McGonagall stopped the bicycle and gently touched Amy's hair.

"Well, Xiaomi cheers on his father! Let's defeat the bad guys and rescue Jessica!" Amy Lima, who was already ready to release the fireball, re-sit back and squinted and looked forward. .

"Good." McGonagall nodded, then lifted the foot of the big man on the ground and slammed his face on his face.

It seems as if a heavy hammer is on his face, and the face with a lot of fat is directly distorted. The two hundred kilograms of the big man are directly flying by this ankle, and squatting toward McGonagall. The younger brothers who came.

With the sound of a broken bone, the five people were knocked over to the ground.

Previously, it was still awkward, clamoring to catch the younger brothers of McGonagall and his daughter. No one could stand up. The bones on the body did not know how many roots were broken, lying on the ground and mourning.

"Wow! Father is very good!!!" Amy screamed with a small hand, and finally awake some of the ugly ducklings and looked up and looked back again, seemingly unattractive.

"Amy's father is so powerful." Jessica, who is full of worry, is also wide-eyed, and the incredible color quickly becomes worship.

"Good... great." Rebecca looked at the tall, big men who were all stumbled by Meg. They were worried that the safety of Meg and Amy would fall and then rise. A hint of hope, looked up at Valk, his eyes fell on the chest of the second-level knight badge, and the heart was tightly tied together.

Valk is a powerful second-level knight. This powerful strength is also the reason why he can make a fortune in this film. No one can resist him. The powerful knight can not live in this place, even passing by. Very few.

Not far from the people standing in front of the black house, look at the dog legs lying on the ground, the face is finally moving, watching Meg’s eyes have some incredible colors, which they have never seen before. The scene, a trace of blood seems to be surging in their chest.

"Who are you?" Walker let go of Jessica, holding the long sword in his hand, and took two steps forward, standing and looking at McGonagall, the first time in his expression A little dignified.

Although all of his men are ordinary people, they can all ruin them all. This person has at least the strength of a first-class knight.

Although he is a second-level knight, the strength far exceeds that of McGonagall, but what he cares about is not the strength of McGonagall, but the identity he may have.

The people who live here are just the families of some of the miners who have died. They have lost the pillars of their homes. They are a luxury thing to live with, let alone resist.

Here, he can do whatever he wants, he is the king.

But McGregor is obviously different. From the clothes, he can judge that he does not belong here. This kind of strength means that his identity may not be very general, at least not like any black mouse.

"A scum, I don't deserve to know my name." McGonagall also stopped, then reached out and folded a peach branch from the peach tree on the side of the road, pointing to the second-level knight's badge on the chest of Valk. Micro-Mocking: "And, don't wear this badge. You, what knight?"

"What are you doing! I dare to say that I am not a knight!" Walker was so angry that he brushed his waist and pulled out his sword. Although he was taken back by the Knights Guild last year, he was the Cavaliers. I have never said it to others. I heard Meg’s words like a mouse that was trampled on the tail.

The identity of the knight makes him consciously superior, which is why he wears the knight's badge on his chest every time he goes out. This kind of vanity is almost sick.

"I am trying to correct the character that a knight should really have." McGonagall's expression was calm, and Valk's gaze was getting colder.

"You are challenging me?" Walker sneered, with a bit of disdain.

"No, I am giving you the opportunity to challenge me." McGonagall shook his head and calmed.