Yue Yuan turned around and his eyes fell on his servant Hu Qingniu who was following him.

See the situation.

Hu Qingniu quickly took out a huge box he was carrying on his back.

In silence.

The box opened and a piece of it popped out.

Inside, a silver knife handle was exposed.

Reach out and touch it.

Swing the sword and sheath it.

No one heard the sound of weapons being unsheathed, nor saw the light reflected by the sun.

As if in the blink of an eye, the box returned to its original shape.

Even Hu Qingniu didn't know if his eyes were dazzled? Only when he saw the box restored to its original state did he know that Yue Yuan had moved. Or was everything just his imagination?

"!!!"

aside.

Wei Yixiao, who felt a breeze blow by, saw this, his face changed drastically, and his eyes were very frightened.

He looked at the box and involuntarily touched himself. After finding that he was safe and sound, he took a long breath. He turned his head and his eyes fell on the middle-aged storyteller hiding in the crowd.

man.

His eyes looked extremely strange.

It's pitiful.

It's schadenfreude.

Misfortune comes from the mouth, but that's all.

same.

The White-browed Eagle King's eyes also fell on the other party, as did Hu Qingniu.

For a moment, the middle-aged man hiding in the crowd was confused. He only felt that the Ming Cult people and their leader seemed abnormal.

If you dare to provoke the Qinglong Society, you should pay the price.

Shake his head.

While sneering, his face full of confidence faced the breeze blowing towards him.

The wind blows and spreads.

Accompanying it is endless desolation.

It's so sad.

The middle-aged man was suddenly full of poetry, but he couldn't help but feel the ink in his stomach, so he could only think like this.
Chapter completed!