No matter how many of these small-time characters come to the stage, what's the use?
Some things don't work just because there are many people.
When encountering a cold-blooded evil star, the only way is to escape.
Use your hands and feet together, use as much strength as you have, run away, and never meet that person on a narrow road again.
Unfortunately, this is Tianchi Country.[
It is a thousand miles away from Fengming Country.
Although Qin Shi's reputation was resounding, the gangsters in Haotian Village were not associated with the man in front of him who was as cold as ice.
"Who did that man say was a walk-on?" The fat man took out the big ax from his back with a hand, and a wry smile appeared on his face.
"Brother, he asked where you are." The thin man answered quickly and flatteringly.
"Pa—" a loud slap echoed in the airy temple.
The fat man withdrew his big futon-like hands and spat on the ground, "Talk too much."
Mu Muxiao's stomach ached, and she completely regarded everything in front of her as a monkey show.
He lifted up his hands and took off the veil, and then used his small fists to rub his astringent cheeks gently and gently to make them feel more comfortable.
After doing all this, she put it back on and then suddenly found that the surroundings suddenly became very quiet.
Dozens of eyes were all focused on her.
Those who are very close to each other have long mouths, and a line of muddy sticky threads drips down from the corners of their lips.
"What's going on? What are you looking at me for?" Weren't we just discussing how to kill people and set fire to them?
Mu Mu raised her eyes doubtfully and looked at Qin Shi, looking confused.
"You took off the veil." The latter replied vaguely and refused to explain any more.