The two silver threads were extremely fast, and they came whistling until Caidie's shoulders came. Although the boy was very good at it, Wushuang could determine that he was not at least an unforgivable person with this move. If two silver threads flew towards the door and the other to the chest, it would be a life-threatening person. The boy's move was undoubtedly to give Caidie a warning and tell her not to force each other.

Caidie has been practicing the juggling of the Red Scribble Gate since she was a child. Her figure was extremely flexible. Two silver threads flew over. She twisted her waist and slanted her upper body. Her whole body twisted and dodged. Then she pulled out the folding fan and cut off the two silver threads with the sharp blade of the folding fan.

"Little brother, are you treating the beautiful sister like this? You're very quick to take action, haha... Come on, let me see what you have to do!" Lan Caidie said calmly, but she became alert in her heart. It was her. If someone else had been exposed by silver threads, his shoulder blades were locked and could not move.

"Demon! Don't bully people too much!" The boy's slender fingertips buckled his ears, and a few drops of blood flowed out of his ears. It seemed that he was shocked by the roar of Ma Fuxiang just now. It is hard to imagine that if this young boy was 100% healthy, he would definitely be one of the best masters in a million.

Caidie twisted and fiddled with her flower handkerchief, and then shook it gently. A beautiful flower butterfly flew out of the handkerchief and danced in the dark light of the corridor. The powder on the butterfly's wings was poisonous, and anyone who smelled it immediately lost the power of resistance.

Originally, the boy's energy was all focused on Lan Caidian, but when he saw a ghost butterfly flying out suddenly, he was shocked. He knew that there was something wrong with the butterfly, but his eyes could not be used separately. While he was worried about Lan Caidian's sneak attack, he also had to keep a close eye on the butterfly for fear that the butterfly would approach.

Just as the butterfly was about to fly to the boy, a black shadow suddenly rushed out of the darkness behind the boy. The black shadow was as fast as lightning, and the naked eye could not see clearly what it was. The black shadow rushed by and took one thousandth of a second to pass the boy, then landed, and then disappeared in the darkness.

The butterfly turned into two halves in the air and fell to the ground. Wushuang and Caidie both exclaimed how fast the boy's technique was just now. What was that? Is it a hidden weapon? But the boy obviously didn't take action? Where did the hidden weapon come from? Looking at his calm expression, it seemed that he had already known that the black shadow would help him.

"Grandpa San, what is that? Have you seen it?" Wushuang asked.

"I don't know, it's too fast, I didn't see clearly. Caidie, be careful! This little boy is definitely a master!" Ma Fuxiang instructed.

Caidie was not stupid either. She knew that the boy still had some mysterious hidden weapon. She had seen it at the speed just now. If he used this trick again, his naked eyes would not be able to see through it. Even if he saw it, the speed would be too fast. She stopped in place and looked at the boy. How could such a young boy have such a terrifying ability? I have never heard of anyone using this hidden weapon in the world?

"I don't want to kill anyone, don't force me!" The boy was telling the truth. If the black shadow flashed behind him just now was not aimed at the butterfly, I'm afraid Lan Caidie's handsome face would not have been like this.

"Caidie, let me do it!" Ma Fuxiang shook his neck, and the muscles at the joints were ringing. No matter what enemy, Ma Fuxiang's ten thousand enemies would make him suffer. This boy's hidden weapon was indeed amazing, but he didn't know that the first thing he wanted to practice the ten thousand enemies of the ten thousand enemies of the life-seeking gate was the Shaolin Golden Bell Cover.

"Grandpa San, forget it, this child doesn't look like Tong Sixi's subordinate. He was able to take Caidie's life just now. Caidie, come back too!" Wushuang ordered.

"Yes!" Caidie retreated.

"Little brother, we met by chance and were destined to be together. I should have treated you as a landlord, but this place...haha... is not a good place to speak. Thank you for your mercy just now. I wonder if you can make friends?" Wushuang said with his fists.

"I'm sorry, I know you are all masters, so I'm sorry that you dare not get close to you anymore! If you are used to walking alone, you don't need any friends!" Seeing Wushuang taking the initiative to show his goodwill, the boy's tone also eased a lot, but he was still cold and could not tell the enemy.

The boy's accent did not look like a native of Changchun. The ending of each sentence was dragged with a very strong Erhua sound, but his tone was not as arrogant as in Beijing and Tianjin, but it felt a little more intimate. Wushuang used to travel to Lu Haotian and traveled to Jiuzhou. He had a very accurate judgment on the accents of various local dialects. He felt that this young man had a more like Lao Rehe accent.

Rehe is a familiar and unfamiliar name. Rehe was a province in the early days, one of the four northeastern provinces, and the capital of Rehe was Chengde. The Chengde accent inherited the Beijing-Tianjin-Year-Tianjin-Year-Tianjin-Year-Tianjin-Year-Lianjin accents, and also have the accents of Hebei and Liaoning. It is Mandarin in Mandarin, which is easy to identify.

In the past, the thief ruled the bandits in the four northeastern provinces, so naturally, Rehe was included. After all, Wushuang believed that this child's skills might be inseparable from the thief. There were too many branches of the thief. Not to mention himself, even Ma Fuxiang and Ma Sihai could not be revealed one by one.

"Words to the Five Immortals in the Five Immortals Hall, three incense sticks spread all over the place. I wonder which great immortal was worshipped by my brother? How many incense sticks were inserted in the hall?" Wushuang asked.

The boy was also shocked when he heard Wushuang spit out the slander of the old thief. He thought that the selves on Wushuang's neck could not be true. Unexpectedly, this man looked no more than years older than him, but he actually knew how to spit out slander of the slander.

"I...I don't know what you are talking about!"

"There is a barren mountain in the northeast of the Rehe River. During the Republic of China, the local people called Xiaoxiong Ridge. There is a deserted ancestral hall in Xiaoxiong Ridge, called Gongyao Temple. I wonder which ancestral hall should I go to worship?" Wushuang asked again.

"Ah? You..." A trace of hesitation flashed across the boy's eyes, and he understood.

Chengde was surrounded by mountains and was full of barren mountains and wilderness. During the Republic of China, the local bandits were everywhere, but the local bandits never made things difficult for the people because it was Wu Gongyao's land. After he left, except for his proud disciples and several gunners, most descendants of the thieves also stayed in Chengde to continue their lives. In order to commemorate this great hero in troubled times, the disciples built a Gongyao temple in the mountains and would go to worship during festivals.

"I'm sorry, I really don't understand what you are saying, but I can tell you that the things you are looking for have been taken first, and I'm also lost! Let's say goodbye!" After that, the figure of the young man disappeared in the darkness.
Chapter completed!