He is well aware of almost all the skills of the thief. So far, only he can stand up like Wu Gongyao and Mo Xiaoqi to protect Wushuang, but he enjoys his quiet life now. The word "王国国" is still too far away from him, because he is a poor child. He is kind by nature, compassionate, and cannot bear to kill.

"You, you, old devil, keep sleeping, keep sleeping. Let me tell you, it was not that no one had cured you back then, but our seventh girl said that it was not time yet. Okay, your body cannot run away, and only your soul is left. We, the rest, can be done, I want to go back to sleep..." The old man smoked the old man's cigarette, knocked the soles of his shoes twice, and then poked the hot area with the top of the eye bag pot, burned a mark that was not easy to detect in the center of the tree trunk, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Yitong County is not far from Changchun. It was under the jurisdiction of Changchun decades ago, and was later assigned to Siping. It drove past the road behind Jingyue, which would not exceed an hour at most. Wushuang carried the Blue Color Butterfly and headed straight to Qingdingzi Mountain. It was the source of the Yitong River. His people must be competing for something with Tong Sixi there.

More than half an hour later, Xiali car drove into the dirt road in Qingdingzi Mountain. At the end of the dirt road was the Old Dao Cave on the mountain. The top of the mountain was brightly lit, and hundreds of people gathered on the palm-sized mountain. They were confronting each other, waiting for the battle to begin.

"Haha... Senior brother, what are you doing? Do you care if I take my son and niece to the mountains to barbecue?" Tong Sixi smiled with a polite manner and leaned on the dragon-slaying wooden cane. Behind him were hundreds of black suits, and everyone was carrying a guy.

"Xizi, don't come with me this set. Where is the blood talisman? Hand it over!" Ma Fuxiang glared at Tong Sixi and asked.

Tong Sixi took two steps back, and immediately a team of black suits rushed up to block him. He didn't want to be too close to his senior brother. He knew too much about his senior brother's ability. If he really angered him, he might have to explain his life immediately.

"What blood talisman? Senior brother is joking again."

"Xizi, you and my brothers have so many years, and everyone knows how capable they are. I know what kind of shit they want to snatch up their butts. You know the secrets left by Sha Wentian back then, and I know the eldest brother, but none of us wants to disobey the master's instructions and touch them. Now you secretly stole three blood talismans and released Sha Wentian's soul? Xizi, how many people were? How much blood had shed before that made Sha Wentian sleep? You won't forget it, right?"

Tong Sixi calmly lit the cigar and said with an evil smile: "Senior brother, you can't say that. Nearly ninety years have passed, right? We have to be compassionate, right? Sha Wentian's soul also needs reincarnation. Why do we have to let him suffer? Right? Besides, it's just three souls. I, Tong Sixi, can beat him to death without any effort!"

"Tong Sixi! Old guy! Don't be shameless! Hand over the blood talisman happily. My third uncle is giving you face! There is no need to talk between us. I must be the one who is the one who is fucking me..." Old Fang had a hot temper, and relied on the masters of the thieves to gather on the mountain, pinching his waist and raising his head, shouting to Tong Sixi.

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a cold light flash, followed by a biting cold air swept over his head. Then he saw that his head, which had few hair, was already bare, and his hair and hat were cut off by the cold light that had just passed.

Tong Jiayan stood in front of Tong Sixi. Tong Jiayan was holding a Japanese samurai sword with the hilt of the snake-skin knife in her hand. This sword soul was the treasure sword that once suppressed the souls of Japanese World War II war criminals.

"Senior brother, we two are talking. When will it be these juniors turn to be presumptuous? What's wrong? If you don't have the rules, you won't be good at them? Then let me help you discipline them?" Tong Sixi smiled wickedly.

Tong Jiayan is extraordinary. Although she looks thin and gorgeous, her uncle Tong Sixi has learned a lot of skills in the south for so many years. She has indeed learned hair salons for several years, but it is entirely because she wants to practice the speed and flexibility of her techniques. Her kung fu is no less than that of the Blue Color Butterfly. Of course, if she doesn't have this "sword soul" in her hand, she will be a little tender if she wants to fight against the enemy Ma Fuxiang.

Seeing that the war was about to begin, both sides pressed their hands on their waists. Ma Fuxiang was not stupid. Although he had a large number of thieves and had beards that killed people without blinking, it was no longer the era of using swords and axes. Tong Sixi's men were fully armed and had guns in their pockets. I'm afraid they wouldn't get any advantage if they fought.

"Boss? Get out!" He scolded Boss Fang.

"Xizi, can we talk?"

Tong Si smiled happily and said, "No!" His smile was filled with coldness.

"Do you know what the three blood talismans represent?"

"I know, let me tell my senior brother the truth. Decades ago, the Japanese had been deliberately asking around for three blood talismans left by Sha Wentian. I stole their information and waited for the day when the old mother of Waibo grew new sprouts. Oh, by the way, tomorrow I will send someone to build a temple for the old mother of Waibo to suppress Sha Wentian's body. I will not let him stop my great cause." Tong Sixi swears.

"Xizi! You... do you want Bai Yanhu to resurrect? Do you know how serious the consequences are?"

"Bai Yanhu? I don't care about these things. I just want the Koran under the red altar!" Tong Sixi finally confessed, and there was nothing that could not be said. He and Ma Fuxiang were of the same generation, and now he had the advantage, he still didn't believe that Ma Fuxiang dared to really fight with him and wiped out all the remaining old brothers in the thief.

At this time, a whistle came from the mountain road. Wushuang had a scoundrel expression on his face, and he walked up with Lan Caidian with a smile on his face.

"My master? You? You are not at home..." Ma Fuxiang didn't want to see the young master appear here at this time. The Koran was too important. Tong Sixi was likely to be anxious and he could do everything.

Wushuang waved his hand and signaled him not to talk too much.

"Oh, I'm really worried tonight. Why are mosquitoes coming out in this spring? I can't sleep even if I bite it. I heard that there is a fun place here, so I'll come over and take a look. Come on, it's a mule or a horse that pulls it out, beat it, hit the human head and hit the dog head for me." Wushuang did not scold Tong Sixi, but instead mocked his own people with words. He was very dissatisfied with the detention this time.
Chapter completed!