"Let's go together..." The fat man finally understood that the martial arts of the person in front of him was higher than he expected. After listening to the description of his subordinates, he only thought he was a young master, a young man. No matter how high the martial arts could be,
...Now he understands that this person is definitely not someone he can recruit, and he seems to have angered the other person...
Now, since we cannot be friends, we can only become enemies. If we are enemies, we should destroy them. Otherwise, we will be destroyed.
It's a pity that he was wrong from the beginning. He was wrong in estimating the opponent's ability. What's more wrong was that he shouldn't have used Xi'er to speak. His mistake angered the lazy master, and the consequences were,
It was not something he could bear. As he thought, he had become an enemy. If he could not eliminate the other party, then he would only be the one to be eliminated.
Looking at the men in black swarming up, Shangguan Yuntian gave a slight sneer, crossed his unfitting swords in front of his chest, and immediately bullied the crowd like a whirlwind...
How long is it, ten breaths of time! Apart from Shangguan Yuntian, there is only one man in black still standing. On that man's neck, close to his neck, is a long sword.
"You, you kid, dare to kill me, the Evil Punishment Department will never let you go." The only person standing, that is, the fat man, no longer had an arrogant tone at this time. Not only was his body trembling, but his voice was also trembling.
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Shangguan Yuntian just glanced at him sideways, and then glanced at the men in black on the ground. He was very measured in his actions. Every one of them had their acupoints stabbed and fell to the ground, but none of them died.
He stretched out his hand and waved in Xi'er's direction. Xi'er smiled softly and walked over slowly. There was no smell of blood, which made her feel comfortable walking among the crowd.
"Ms. sir!"
"Madam, please come and watch the show together." Shangguan Yuntian pressed his hand slightly hard on the fat man's neck, silently warning him not to move rashly, but his eyes smiled tenderly at Xi'er, as if what he was holding was a flower, and now
What he held on his hand was not a life, but a flower. And he just asked his dear wife if she liked the flower. If she liked it, he would pick it for her...