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The current Su Qian Yue was no longer the cowardly Su Qian Yue of the past. Instead, she was the President of the secret service in the twenty-first century, Su Qian Yue. She was a legend in the secret service! She only wanted a life that she didn't want, a life that she couldn't possibly take!

Even though he still died in the end …

Su Qingyue looked at the servants in the room and slightly narrowed her eyes. She flexed her wrist and the wounds on her body started to ooze blood again because of her actions. Su Qingyue's face turned pale from the pain and her lips curled up. Ugly.

No one saw how she moved. They only saw an afterimage darting through the crowd.

In that one second, all the servants in the room collapsed.

However, he only left behind a tall and big bodyguard.

Su Qingyue quietly sized him up and suddenly smiled in her heart.

As for the guard, he was so scared that his entire body was trembling, but he still forced himself to stand there.

"Where's Su Xin Rou's courtyard?"

The guard's heart skipped a beat when Su Qianyue opened her mouth and asked kindly.

"Six kids..." In the south, Rose … "In the courtyard.

Rose Garden?

A hint of amusement appeared on Su Qingyue's face as she raised her head to take a look at the layout of the area.

"Bring me there."

The guard let out a long breath and glanced at Su Qingyue with some lingering fear. The latter noticed and looked at him.

He lowered his head in shock.

He comforted himself in his heart.

This piece of trash was really tough, he could still stand up without batting an eyelid after being beaten like that by the Sixth Miss.

That was true. Trash was trash. She still didn't dare to offend the Sixth Miss. The Sixth Miss was under the protection of the Family Head, so the only person she cared about was the little trash.

Su Qingyue looked at the bodyguard with disdain, afraid and happy at the same time. It was unknown what kind of nonsense he was thinking.

"Bring the green bamboo."

The guard was puzzled. If he were to carry the green bamboo, what would happen to the Sixth Miss? How about he tell this little trash that if he were to carry Sixth Miss, he might as well take advantage of her as he would if he were to take advantage of a lowly slave.

"Little cripple..." "Oh, no, Miss. Why don't you allow this one to hug Sixth Miss? After all, Sixth Miss's status is very high."

He said it in a nice way, but the lust in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

How could Su Qingyue not know his purpose?

"You know that Sixth Sister's status is honorable." After she finished speaking, she picked up Su Xin Rou's ankle and dragged her away.

She didn't care about Su Xin Rou's image at all.

Her hair was in a mess, her hair ornaments were all on the floor, and her clothes were covered in Su Qingyue's blood.

He looked like a beggar.

"Ugh …"

Her uncomfortable position caused Su Xin Rou to open her eyes in a daze.

"Where is this?"

Su Qingyue reacted quickly and used her blade to knock out Su Qingrou, who had just regained consciousness.

If Su Qingrou had been awake, she would only have a thirty percent chance of knocking her out. Adding to the fact that she had just knocked out a few servants, she would have felt sore all over.

He had used up almost all of his strength just now.

The blood was still flowing from his wounds, which were burning painfully.

This body is still too weak.

Thinking of this, Su Qingyue couldn't help but feel sympathy for herself.

What the heck was going on! Feel hollowed out...

When Su Qingyue thought of this, she helplessly held her forehead.

The guard was secretly shocked when he saw Su Qingyue knock the Sixth Miss out with a wave of her hand.

Su Qingyue cast a glance at the guard who was standing there in a daze.

Ye Zichen frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Are you done watching the show? Why aren't you leaving?"

After he finished speaking, he dragged the recently knocked out Su Xin Rou and strode out.