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Ma Fuxiang stood in front of Wushuang and replied calmly: "You little girl movies are a bit sensible. You said you have fewer thousands of lives! I'll ask you, if you don't even dare to accept this order, then do you dare?" Ma Fuxiang, the old man in the world, did not take the girl seriously. In his eyes, the only ones who can compete with him in the world are the successors of the treasure and the successors of the golden dots.

The girl said in a straight voice. "Dare!"

"Girl, you can't say some words casually. Be careful that the wind will flash your tongue!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Lu Haotian quickly tried to smooth things over. "Don't let it go, don't let it go, old man, don't be as knowledgeable as a little girl, she is enough for you to be your granddaughter."

The village office is quite large and was newly built last year. Now there is only a desk and a few chairs in the house. Ma Fuxiang ignored Lu Haotian and hooked his fingers at the girl rampantly. Of course, this old man is qualified and capable of clamoring to anyone.

"I'm sorry, I won't bully the old man!"

"Haha... I'm going to bully the girl, that old man!" A fierce light flashed in Ma Fuxiang's eyes. After that, he opened his palm and hit the girl.

His palm was not watery at all. If a girl could not avoid it, she would be afraid that the pretty little girl would have to feel sad after one palm.

Ma Fuxiang's palm was filled with strong wind, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the girl. The girl who seemed weak was also secretly surprised and thought to herself that this old man's domineering palm technique has unfathomable internal skills! She sideways and dodged Ma Fuxiang's tiger palm. With a click, the wall the girl was leaning against was smashed by Ma Fuxiang a red brick.

"Old Tie, don't watch it? You said that the girl didn't mess with you, what are you doing? As soon as you have a sweet sister, you're alone! You can't be more pity?" Lu Haotian wanted to stop Ma Fuxiang but was afraid of being hurt, so he had to beg Wushuang.

Wushuang sat on the chair and lit a cigarette, feeling leisurely as if he was watching the fun without much trouble. He shook his hand at Lu Haotian and said, "This girl is not simple, don't be obsessed with lust. Think about it, you have practiced Sanda before? Even if you are, can you avoid the palm of my third grandfather just now?"

Ma Fuxiang's palm technique was as fast as lightning. He was still stronger and stronger. His courage was not inferior to that girl back then. However, although the girl was at a disadvantage because of her carelessness, she was not slapped by Ma Fuxiang's tiger palm. Whenever the tiger palm was about to approach her thin body, she could always rely on her agility to escape from danger.

The fragrance of the girl on her body was scattered all over the room, as if it was a beautiful flower and butterfly. No matter how much Ma Fuxiang put pressure on him, he would not have any sweetness.

But then again, Ma Fuxiang is not helping her, a little girl. He is an old man and knows how to look at the master's face. The young master just wants to find out the girl's reality and has no intention of killing, so Ma Fuxiang has to grasp the measure when he takes action. At most, he only used three success powers. Otherwise, even if one of her, even if one more one hundred, he would be slapped into a meat paste by Ma Fuxiang's tiger palm.

The girl retreated again and again, and was about to retreat to the corner of the wall. She deliberately sold a flaw to Ma Fuxiang, making Ma Fuxiang think she had no way to retreat. Then, while Ma Fuxiang was exerting her strength, she pulled out a big red cloth curtain from her thick cuffs. After all, the curtains were unfolded, just covering her thin and weak body.

Ma Fuxiang saw that the girl covered him with red cloth, but there was a dead corner behind her and there was no way out. Ma Fuxiang had to hold back his strength and push his palm symbolically. He just wanted to teach the shameless girl a lesson.

Unexpectedly, when the tiger palm touched the big red cloth, there was no feeling of hitting the entity. This old man was so sophisticated that he tore the big red cloth that was about to fall to the ground in a few seconds, but what he saw next was only two white walls, and there was no one behind the red cloth. The girl disappeared under his nose in broad daylight.

Wushuang and Lu Haotian opened their mouths half open and rubbed their eyes. Oh my God, how is this possible? In broad daylight, a living person evaporated from the earth?

Just as the three of them were puzzled, the red cloth that was suddenly torn into pieces by Ma Fuxiang miraculously moved. They floated up intact again as if they were cast by magic and blocked Ma Fuxiang. Ma Fuxiang knew the power of this craft and was quite surprised. This time he didn't dare to do anything to death, for fear of hurting the girl. He quickly stopped and retreated.

"Girl, you won, come out!" Ma Fuxiang slapped the girl's strange skills.

The girl's weaker body flashed out from the big red cloth, but she was no longer as arrogant as before. Her pink face had become ashes. She was covered in cold sweat on her forehead, and the waves on her chest rolled up and down with her breathing.

"Thank you, Senior Die'er, for not killing me. I'm playing a big knife in front of Mr. Guan Er!" The girl was impressed by Ma Fuxiang's shocking ability.

"You are polite girl, can you lend me your Hongjuan?" asked Ma Fuxiang.

The girl respectfully took out the red handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to Ma Fuxiang. Ma Fuxiang stared at the lifelike butterfly on the handkerchief for a long time. Gradually, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"Thousands of machines, thousands of machines change, and the five elements and three gates are unique." Ma Fuxiang muttered this rumor, waiting for the girl to repay the second couplet.

"Hongjuan in Hongjuan's hand changed, and a charming butterfly was born in the mountain." The girl looked at the kind old man coldly, without thinking, and said the second half of Duizi.

"You are... Master Dong?" The girl knelt down with a thunderous sound, thinking that Ma Fuxiang was the second generation descendant of the thief.

"Girl, I wonder who is you, Sister Lan San?" Ma Fuxiang asked.

"I dare not hide it from the leader. I am her granddaughter. My name is Lan Caidie."

"Miss Caidie, you don't have to kneel down to me. The person next to me is the real leader of the thief. He is Zeng's grandson of his mentor Wu Gongyao. Have you seen me quickly!" Ma Fuxiang recommended Caidie.

"Sister, please come up. I've said that we won't be promoting old rituals these days. I think you are a few years younger than me. If you don't dislike me, just call me Shuang Ge." Wushuang helped Caidie up, but she still didn't dare to look at her. When this girl's eyes were so charming, no man would be attracted by it. Wushuang only hoped that she could have a simple girl like Ma Ya in this life. Such a beautiful and charming woman would be unlucky to live.

It is true that the beauty is so poor. Lan Caidie was born in a wealthy place in Jiangnan and her family is one of the few local families. However, she was less than ten years old. I don’t know if it was the fate of Tiansha or the fate of her relatives. Her grandmother and mother died one after another, leaving only the lonely Caidie alone guarding the old house.
Chapter completed!