"Yuen Long! Run!"

The kneeling man suddenly shouted.

Yang Yuanlang turned around and was about to run away.

Dozens of people emerged from alleys.

....

"Han, why has my goddess Susu ignored me these two days?" Xiang Feng handed Wang Han a bottle of ice beer.

Wang Han took a sip and said, "I don't really understand feelings. Feng, I used your face to do something."

Xiang Feng's body stiffened after hearing this.

"You won't get Qiao Yaya for me again, right?"

"Is that kind of guy?"

"Others are up to date, but you are definitely! What are you doing?"

Wang Han smacked his lips, "There is a sword-making master in the world called Man Wuxie. He said you know him, and he also said that he wanted to build a magical sword, but you can only help him in the world.

Calculate the time, the deadline is almost over. I made some calculations. If I could get this line, I could also get some equipment from him. What do you think?"

Xiang Feng looked at Wang Han, "You want Man Wuxie to help you build a sword to equip your God Sect?"

Wang Han smiled awkwardly, "Why do you think your brain is so smart all of a sudden?"

Xiang Feng snorted.

"I want me to help you, but I have a request."

"The deputy leader is yours."

Xiang Feng was ecstatic.

Holding Wang Han’s shoulder, “How great it would be if a woman could understand me like you, women are too complicated!”

"So do you have an impression of Man Wuxie?" Wang Han asked at the opportunity.

Man Wuxie recognized Xiang Feng at the beginning.

Xiang Feng thought for a while, "It's so me..."

Wang Han suddenly took out his cell phone and heard that Yang Yuanlang was surrounded, Wang Han stood up.

"I'll be here soon!"

....

Yang Yuanlang gasped heavily, and blood dripped down his chest.

Not far away, the yard door was wide open, and there was a person sitting.

His skin was pale, his neck was leaning forward severely, he tilted his head and had a gloomy smile on his face.

The scimitar in his hand pressed against the neck of the old man kneeling on the ground.

Yang Yuanlang roared, "Give you something! You let the person go!"

The man showed a sinister smile, "I want things too, people... I want to kill them too!"

The blade cuts the skin.

Yang Yuanlang had red eyes and roared and was about to rush up. People from all directions immediately besieged.

When the man cut his neck with a scimitar.

A kind voice came.

Zuan Living Buddha stood at the alley with his hands folded in his arms, with a compassionate face.
Chapter completed!