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Chapter 996
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play b.u.t.ton againLead the horse and walk, xuanyuanche's expressionless hand reaches for a wave. An invisible internal force rolled towards the boss of the steamed stuffed bun.
All of a sudden, the boss of the baozi shop pounced on him. He didn't even think about it. His body was as strong as a pig. Suddenly, he shot back in the opposite direction.
As if he hit the invisible wall and was bounced back.
All the people around were shocked.
In this stupefied moment, the little beggar who had rushed to xuanyuanche's side suddenly shot out a dagger in the sleeve with five fingers and one b.u.t.ton, his ragged but intact sleeve.
Blue and dazzling, brilliant as water, chilly as ice.
The little beggar stabbed at xuanyuanche, which was close to him, as fast as lightning.
The cold wind is close to the body, and xuanyuanche's expressionless face is suddenly awed. It's too late to hold the sword and fight back. It's only too late to take a deep breath, forcibly move the abdominal muscles, and deeply contract.
At the same time, one b.u.t.ton of the wrist will catch the dagger.
"Che. "At the same moment, I felt the murderous Ryukyu keenly. I turned around and just caught this scene in my eyes.
Her eyes were cold, but she didn't wait for her to act. The situation around her changed.
The carriage next to xuanyuanche suddenly made a loud bang. The fat man in the carriage was like a round middle-aged man.
The fan in the hand makes the knife, breaks the car and comes out, toward the xuanyuanche top of the head and flies to strike down.
The vigorous figure and speed should not be what such a fat man should have.
Under the sword, at the same time, the horse driver, with a long whip in his hand, was like a poisonous snake, twining towards xuanyuanche's neck like lightning.
