Chapter 1765 White-Faced Scholar

Seeing the white-faced scholar and his subordinates flying over, the middle-aged man flashed a mournful determination in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Miss, go away. Even if the old slave dies, he will block these beasts!"

"Amber, no!" The girl looked at the middle-aged man and couldn't help crying.

She knew that the middle-aged man was planning to explode his Yuan Ying to delay time for her.

However, now there is only one relative left by her side, Amber, how could she just watch Amber go to die?

However, the white-faced scholar waved away a stainless steel folding fan in his hand, and said with a leisurely smile: "Yan'er, do you think you two masters and servants can still escape?"

The girl named An Lingyan glared at the scholar sadly and angrily, and roared in despair: "Qin Yuanzhi, don't deceive people too much! I won't go back with you even if I die!"

"Tsk tsk tsk~~" Qin Yuanzhi shook the folding fan in his hand, smiling wretchedly and mockingly, "Look at your chaste and virtuous daughter, who doesn't know what the women of your Anling family are, say you guys~ It's all ~ but ~ husband, it's all flattering you!"

"You—!!" An Lingyan's pretty face was red and white.

Qin Yuanzhi saw her attractive appearance, but he couldn't help but take a step forward, raised the girl's chin with the fan handle, and sighed: "Look at this lovely little face, even the makeup is gone."

"Yan'er, what's the matter with you? I really like you, this young master, so I want to ask you to go home. If you are like this, if the whole Anling family is implicated, then don't blame this young master for being ruthless!"

An Lingyan froze all of a sudden, her eyes staring at the wretched man in front of her, but in addition to resentment, this time there was a hint of pleading, "You...you can't touch the Anling family..."

"Hahaha, that's right!" Qin Yuanzhi smiled complacently, "Learn from your aunt earlier, obey my young master and follow me, won't there be so much to do?"

Qin Yuanzhi's words made An Lingyan's face turn pale all of a sudden, she staggered and took a step back, screaming, "No! No! I don't want to be like my aunt!"

Her aunt was snatched away by the Qinglei family twenty years ago. In just over a dozen years, she was tortured to a boneless and inhuman form. On her birthday last month, her aunt, who was supposed to be like a flower, ended her life in the most brutal way.

No, even if she died, she didn't want to be like an aunt, to be played with by the Qinglei family, and finally be tortured to death by them.

Suddenly, there was a slap from behind An Lingyan.

This palm had a whistling sound that split the air, and there was a flash of thunder light on it, and it struck Qin Yuanzhi directly.

Such a punch can easily shatter mountains and rocks.

However, Qin Yuanzhi sneered, without the slightest fear on his face, only contemptuous ridicule.

I saw a wave of the folding fan in his hand, and he slammed the punch that came over.

Hearing a loud bang, that fist with a thunderous light was directly smashed to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the crackling sound of bones came.

Amber let out a painful howl, and the fist he just hit fell down softly, his right hand was considered useless.

"Amber—!" An Lingyan screamed, trying to support the middle-aged man beside her.

However, Qin Yuanzhi's attack was not over yet.

He laughed loudly, and waved a round of energy from the folding fan in his hand.