"Old man, it's not good, the flower-picking thief is here..."

The guards guarding the gate shouted.

Shrimp, flower picking thief?

Are you looking for death? Wang Langjun is in a dark line. What's going on?

The thief shouts to catch the thief?

This is a frame-up...

Interestingly, the man in the straw raincoat looked at the boy strangely and said, "Hehe, I know you are not a good person."

How about it, has the truth revealed?

You said you were young and didn't do well, and you insisted on stealing someone's daughter..."

"Shut up, if you want to steal, steal your daughter.

What to look at? Do you know what it feels like to be framed by people in Dijiazhuang?

Do you understand the taste of slaughtering village?"

Damn it, Wang Langjun was so angry that he glared at the old scoundrel and shouted angrily.

This is not very good, no, very good. The man in the straw raincoat looked at Wang Langjun with fun, touched his white beard and said, "I don't understand, I don't have a daughter anyway.

I am not afraid of thieves thinking about it, but I am afraid of the little thief not returning the old treasure bamboo pole..."

"Damn, are you finished?"

Or start a killing act... Wang Langjun was furious, and was determined to kill, and scolded loudly, but saw Di Kui and a group of people hurried to the gate.

Di Kui saw the man in the raincoat and was stunned. He was about to say hello when he was interrupted by the man in the raincoat: "Who can you use a knife?"

"Ah, come, hurry up, send a knife..."

What trick does this old Taoist play? Di Kui was suspicious, but he did not dare to refute the man in the straw raincoat and called the slave to send him a knife.

The slave held up the knife with both hands, bowed and raised it over his head to the person who was in the raincoat to present the knife with his waist.

The man in the straw raincoat did not take the knife, and threw down the yellow bamboo pole that was broken into two sections and said, "Cut the bamboo pole with force.

Why are you standing there? Cut it.”

The big and thick slaves dared not move. They turned around and nodded when they saw the master nodding, turned around and waved their swords to top them, and slashed them at the falling bamboo pole.

"Bang bang bang"

Three swords were slashed in one go.

But the knife cuts the bamboo pole, and the bamboo pole is fine, but the waist knife is rolled up.

A group of people were stunned. What kind of bamboo pole is this?

Harder than a waist knife?

"Swoosh"

It was fun. The man in the straw raincoat took the waist knife from the slave's hand and threw it to the boy and said, "You try to cut two swords. Is this Baozhu?

Is it worth tens of millions of gold?”

"Depend on…"

The old scoundrel didn't tell any lies, but... Wang Langjun took the knife and stood there awkwardly, and was finished.
Chapter completed!