Come on!

Seeing that the robber was defenseless, Zhao Yun stopped crying. Not only did he stop crying, he also grinned. His smile made the robber raise his eyebrows... Why the hell are you laughing?

"Fuck you, uncle."

Zhao Yun's movements were extremely slippery, and a handful of white lime spread all over his face.

The robber was caught off guard, and his eyes suddenly turned black, and his eyes were still burning like fire, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"In the next life, do less immoral things."

Zhao Yun took out a dagger and inserted it directly into his chest.

Accompanied by screams, the robber fell to the ground, and the dead thief was depressed.

"Mom, where are you?"

Prodigies! They are all versatile.

Zhao Yun had already carried his small cloth bag and moved to a cooler place.

His acting skills became more and more superb, and his crying was extremely painful. Even the robbers who saw him wanted to stuff him with a steamed bun.

"Let's go."

"Still want to run?"

"Let you burn my house down."

People cannot be judged by their appearance.

Zhao Yun was a small-time master, and was addicted to acting. He bluffed bandits around, and even with only half a stick of incense behind him, there were more than a dozen horse bandits, saying greetings to his ancestors, and ran towards Huangquan Road.

Ah...sneeze!

When he got into the tunnel again, he came in sneezing.

Wan Xin is here, and besides her, there are also Blacksmith Zhao and Yuan Wang.

"Zilong." The blacksmith was really distressed, how old the child was!
Chapter completed!