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Chapter 114: Greetings to the ancestor of the sixth prince in my heart

She dodged sideways, flipped her wrist, followed the trend, and stumbled. [Baidu search www

Her grappling skills are very good, and this Black Master is obviously no match for her.

He was easily tripped by her and fell straight into the store.

"Bang!"[

With a loud sound, he threw himself on the weapons rack and knocked down a weapon.

There was a constant splashing sound.

This Black Three has probably never suffered such a loss.

He was so angry that he jumped up.

Picking up a long gun, holding a gun flower, and rushed out the door——

The young man in white outside the door has long disappeared.

There was a young man in blue wearing a light fur coat standing outside the door. His shot almost hit the young man in blue.

The young man in blue looks thin, handsome, gentle and frail.

Unexpectedly, he saw a shot coming like thunder. He just stretched out two beautiful fingers and pinched it lightly. Hei San's shot seemed to be trapped by an iron hoop, unable to move forward an inch.

He looked up in shock.

The young man in blue smiled softly, like spring breeze turning into rain: "Hei San, is your golden gun made of paper?"

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound, and the spear made of fine iron was pinched by his two fingers!

Hei Sanru was shocked by electricity and felt a soft force coming down the barrel of the gun.

His whole body felt like it was enveloped by the spring breeze.

It's numb and the bones are going to be crispy.

His bones were really crispy.

With his mouth open, he couldn't scream.

Collapsed to the ground and never stood up again——[

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Ye Xuanji felt sulky.

It turns out that to survive in this world you not only need money, but also guidance, otherwise it will be difficult to move forward.

Now the money is gone, and the road guide is even worse.

It seems that I still have to go back to Mo Mansion first.

Mo Yuncong is the Marquis, so it shouldn't be a problem to get a road guide, right?

Sighing, he mentally greeted the eighth generation of the Sixth Prince's ancestor.

It was all that disaster that caused such great embarrassment to me...


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