Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo stood with the village chiefs of other villages.

The stick in his hand waving and making a whimpering sound.

Ma Baojia gritted his teeth and said, "I have to use this stick to break his legs later and let him crawl out from here, for fear that I will hit him with one step!"

"What did the high priest keep that foreigner in there?"

Ma Bao's family waved the stick in their hands, "The high priest was emotionally unstable by those two madmen. Now a foreigner is looking for trouble. The high priest will definitely not endure it. He will definitely cut off the foreigner's cramps."

The bald beard looked in the direction of the hall.

He muttered in his mouth, "It shouldn't be."

As he spoke, he looked at Ma Fuyin, who always had that simple smile.

In the main hall.

Wang Han looked at the hunched old man.

Dear!

The dove stick pointed the ground and made the only sound in the hall.

The high priest sighed, "You are here after all!"

The voice is filled with indescribable vicissitudes.

The hunched back slowly turned over.

In the darkness, the old man raised his head slightly lowered.

His eyes looked at Wang Han.
Chapter completed!