Chapter 682 The Station Kills the Leg

Author: Wen Jiutao

There is a little theater fan named Shichiro at home. He often goes to the theater and when he comes back from the theater, he will share some interesting parts with everyone.

"A person with a broad forehead, a long and straight nose, and a tall person is basically a male grandmaster and a female empress." Every time Qilang said that, he would turn to look at his aunt and stare at her.

Nose for a long time.

Then Xiao Yuanzi would point to my aunt's nose and say, "We see that my aunt's forehead is broad and her nose is high and straight. She is so tall and broad. Is my aunt a queen?"

It was only then that my aunt became red-faced, would lower her head and shyly eat the food without saying a word. Although such jokes were told countless times, they all slowly faded away in my aunt's silence.

Even if Xiao Yuanzi and Shichiro occasionally joked around, Sankui would look at her aunt meaningfully while walking around the house, but she wouldn't say a single unnecessary word.

Later, words like that became a joke, and if you say it too often, you won’t be able to associate anything with it.

But when Jiuli saw the man in his forties, he really thought of his aunt at first sight. Their foreheads, noses, and cheekbones were very similar to Dongba.

There are many similar people in the world, but there are very few people with the same bones and skin. When they were agents in their previous life, did they learn anthropology and touch human bones of different shapes? She felt that they should be related.

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But it doesn't matter whether you feel it or not.

When the middle-aged man saw Jiuli looking at them intently, he withdrew his gaze in time and continued to drink the hot soup in the cup.

Brother Jin ordered the food and asked the waiter to order the soup first and they drank it. They have been galloping on the road all day long. Even if they are riding a horse, they keep moving in the same direction. Isn't it very tiring?

The waiter brought soup and a plate of fruit to the three people sitting next to him. A young man in black clothes came to get it and went straight to Jiuli's table.

The moment he approached Jiuli's table, she tasted the smell of Ye Changzi's blood. That smell of blood was wrong for someone like Jiuli, let alone so close. When she first entered the inn, she

I smelled the strong smell of blood.

They killed someone, or someone was injured by them.

But Fu Jiuli still walked there quietly, and Zuiqi didn't feel anything.

"Master, I'm tired." The waiter gave the fruit plate to him respectfully and said respectfully.

When he picked up the fruit plate on the table, he deliberately walked around Jiu Li, then hit Jiu Li with a fierce palm strike.

The palm was so violent and fast that several guards on the opposite side saw it, but if it was too late to make a move, it was already too late.

That move to the east clearly killed Jiuli.

Jiuli was holding a bowl of hot soup in her lap. She suddenly lifted the soup in her lap, and the soup quickly passed over her head and went straight to his face.

He wanted to avoid it, but because his legs were not meant to split Jiuli, his movements were uncoordinated and he was a beat too slow. A bowl of soup was splashed on his face.

He screamed, then covered his face and ran away.

Another man in silver clothes at the table next to him ran over quickly and headed straight for Jiuli. The dozen or so guards guarded Jiuli fiercely.

The middle-aged man behind said, "Forget it, take him to apply some burn cream." The man in silver clothes took a step back.

Jiuli heard that the middle-aged man walking there was so reasonable. Although she didn't know why the man asked to hit her with his fist, one thing was certain, he was very reasonable.
Chapter completed!