The fake daughter is a little lucky star (MTL)

chapter 2

chapter 2

    The petite girl clenched her two pink fists and made a random meal.

    Hearing only two screams, the two women flew out, followed by two sounds of "嗙" and "嗙", and landed heavily on the ground in the distance.

    Zhuang Shiyan gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and was full of not being afraid not to be afraid.

    She kept swinging her fists, ready to be beaten at any time, but unexpectedly, she didn't get hit for a long time.

    Not knowing why, she opened her misty, already tearful eyes, and looked around. At this sight, the two small arms that were still waving in the air stopped.

    I saw that the two women fell far away and fell to the ground without even a whimper, and I didn't know if they were dead or fainted.

    ...

    Zhuang Shiyan was stunned. A pair of innocent eyes blinked, like a frightened bunny, looking around timidly, calling out in a small voice: "Brother? Is that you?"

    ... There was

    silence all around!

    "Brother?"

    Still no response!

    Didn't her brother help her?

    Zhuang Shiyan pursed his lips, and big tears rolled down his cheeks. The little face, which had been covered with dust and blood, was now even more horrific.

    Looking at the two women who were motionless on the ground, Zhuang Shiyan raised his pink fist again, looked and looked in front of him, looked and looked, frowned slightly, and became even more puzzled.

    Do people in this world fight like this?

    In the original place, she was the weakest. How did she get here, and she threw a few punches and knocked the two tall and strong women who could hold her on the ground?

    Zhuang Shiyan raised her fist, looked left and right, and couldn't understand what happened after looking at it for a long time.

    never mind! If you don't understand, don't want to! Or go to Qian Mama and Yuzhen first.

    Zhuang Shiyan sniffed, rubbed her face indiscriminately, and walked forward with her feet raised.

    In a daze, as if conscious under his feet, he walked all the way to the main courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, where Prime Minister Lu and Mrs. Lu lived.

    Zhuang Shiyan stepped into the yard with one foot, his jet-black hair was loose, his green dress was covered with footprints, and his small face was covered in dust and blood, dirty and miserable, and he could no longer see his true colors. , The appearance is quite scary, making people dare not look directly.

    The maid in the yard screamed in shock, and some people hurried into the house to report the letter.

    Mrs. Lu and Lu Yuwan hurried out of the house when they heard the sound, and they were all shocked when they saw the people in front of them.

    Zhuang Shiyan blinked a pair of innocent eyes and looked straight at the dumbfounded mother and daughter at the door.

    Lu Yuwan was the first to come back to her senses, turned her head to look at Madam Jiang sternly, and whispered, "Don't tell me it's done? Who is this?" Useless things, such errands are done not good.