C887 Rough cross

"Scram!"

Wu Jueqin kicked out in annoyance, kicking Bai Zimo to the side.

Mu Qingzhu immediately took a step forward and gently waved her hand in the air. The oil-paper umbrella then landed in her hand as she coldly looked at Wu Jie Jin and the other two.

"What, you haven't seen the people from the Evil Sect yet