Sima Qing didn't even look at the red box lying on the grass. Sparks shot out from his angry eyes, almost burning the person to ashes.
Hu Xiang's whole body trembled heavily, and his voice became smaller and smaller, until finally he could hardly hear it: "Qing, Qing, Qing, I... we... went to the bandit's den because we wanted to take away the things that were taken away.
Just steal it back, who knows..."
Sima Qing half-squinted her eyes and sneered: "Who knew that if you didn't get the things, you would attract the bandits instead! I'm right, right?"
Yes, yes, it is not our intention to attract bandits...
I kept nodding aside.[
Hu Xiang was startled for a moment, and suddenly covered his mouth like a matchmaker, laughing so hard: "Ah ha, ah ha ha... Brother Qing, you are so smart, you actually guessed it all. Ah ha, ah ha ha...
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Hu Xiang, this idiot!
I couldn't help but roll my eyes, walked out from behind Sima Yang, and found that like me, his forehead was covered with speechless black lines!
I looked at Hu Xiang anxiously, clasped my hands and kept praying: Heaven, Buddha, you must protect the heavenly soldier Hu Xiang from causing any more trouble! If you think this request is too much, then change it to