The gun fox Ding Biao was given a second by Guo Xuanwu!

This time, Guo Xuanwu was much calmer than last time. Although he was not afraid, he was still quite nervous. He kept in mind Guo Bin's words. After swinging a sword, he immediately retreated fifty meters away.

The chest was rising and falling violently.

In fact, even if he doesn't know sword skills and slashing randomly, he can easily and happily solve it with his spiritual footwork. But he doesn't know how much energy he has.

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Guo Bin took out the secret letter from Ding Biao's arms, then walked to the side after observing, gently stroked his head, then picked him up and put it in the cart.

After opening the secret letter, I saw it:

The Great Hero's Promise

If there is a great chaos today, Han Ba ​​uses the emperor to order the princes to cause trouble to the court, and acts indiscriminately, and wants to gradually erode the fiefs of the princes and kings... For details, please see the second secret letter. The love is not enough. I hope the hero will forgive me.

The five secret letters are signed by me as evidence, and there is no false statement. Five thousand taels of gold are waiting for you to get. It is not well-known.

Guo Bin silently burned the secret letter to ashes, put on a hat again, and pushed the cart slowly towards Jiangcheng.

Guo Xuanwu asked in confusion in the car, "Dad! Why didn't you ask me to use Zhulu Blade? It's so simple, you don't have to be so bloody."

Guo Bin sighed helplessly: "Xiao Wu! Zhulu Blade is used to save lives. The poison needle inside is less than one, so it must not be used easily. Only by practicing martial arts hard and enhancing one's own strength can it be the best way!

”

Guo Xuanwu nodded and said, "By the way! I have often dreamed of the red light in the sky recently. I was also sitting in a beautiful firebird swimming in the sky. Why is that?"

Guo Bin was stunned at first, then his body shook slightly, not knowing how to answer, so he stopped talking and silently pushed the cart and disappeared into the distance of the country road.

A quarter of an hour later.

An obese guy emerged from the woods next to the tea shed. He was the owner of the tea shed. He looked around and confirmed that there was no one. Then he snatched his arms and suddenly looked towards the sky with his hands.

"Puff..." A white dove spread its wings and rushed into the sky and flew towards the south...

Dongtian City, a small county town with a population of less than 20,000, looks inconspicuous, but it is an ancient city with a history of thousands of years.

There is only one street in the ancient city, which directly connects the two city gates of the north and south. Perhaps this small city is really not good, so Anle Cult has never harassed the peace here. Although it is a chaotic time outside, the streets in Dongtian City are still there.

There was a prosperous scene, and the bustling crowd kept shuttleing back and forth.

There is an inconspicuous small teahouse at the corner of the street. There is a five-meter-long and two-meter-high earth wall on the left side of the teahouse entrance. Behind the earth wall is the place where the teahouse uses to temporarily store the trash can. At this moment, there is a

A beggar wearing a hat was squatting begging by the road. In addition to a broken bowl, there was also a painting on the ground in front of him. The contents of the painting were the bloodthirsty ghost picture!

This beggar is "Li Dao" Wang Lei.

He had been begging here early this morning. He had been squatting on the ground for half a day and was muttering in his heart: "What the hell is it! I squatted for two days, and the refugees pushing the cart were everywhere. Where can I find Shura Shuang?

Sha? Could it be that they had a detour?"

He was thinking that the person who was looking for trouble was coming!

Four unkempt beggars turned from behind the corner of the teahouse. One of them strode to him. Without saying a word, he punched him up and pounded him firmly on his face!

“What’s the situation?”

Wang Lei was stunned. He covered his face and looked at the man for no reason. Before he could speak, three other beggars rushed up, each of whom had a dog-beating stick in his hand, and he was in a mess at him.

Knocking, plus punching, he rolled all over the ground with his head in his arms!

"Fuck your stinky corpse! Do you know if you have crossed the line? I feel pitiful to you. I have tolerated you for a day, but I didn't expect you to stay away! Do you think it's so easy to make money while lying down? Don't you look at it?

Place, weigh the weight! Get out of here, otherwise you won’t see the sun tomorrow!”

Wang Lei felt bitter in his heart: "It really fits the old saying, "I would rather eat eyebrow porridge than frowning meat! What kind of fucking time is this? Even a beggar, I have to go to the pier? How fucking

…”

In desperation, in order not to reveal his identity, he had to endure it and dare not fight back.

The four beggars were not satisfied with beating and kicking each other, so they pulled him into the dark side behind the corner like a dead dog.

"Ah! Ah..."

A few screams came out of the dark alley, and silence returned to the blink of an eye.

Wang Lei walked out with his head down and wearing a hat. He patted the dust on his body, and returned to his original position to squat down. It seemed that nothing had happened, except for the bruises on his face and the two on his forehead.

Big bag.

Perhaps his bruised nose and swollen face played a role. A boy in his teenage ran over from the opposite side of the street, threw a copper plate in a broken bowl, and then squatted in front of him, holding his hands with his two little hands.

He looked at him with his cheeks and smiled.

"This uncle! Is it painful to be beaten?"

Wang Lei lowered his head and said carelessly: "Damn it! They are all raised by their parents in life, so how can they not hurt? That is, I, who can hold on to me?"

As he spoke, he looked up and saw that the one who gave the copper plate was actually a child. He scolded himself for being foul-mouthed and said with a smile on his face: "Young Master, I am a miserable person! I can't get a few copper plates this day.

, and was beaten, and the skeleton was almost dissipated because of the pain. Please show your compassion and give me some more copper coins!"

Guo Xuanwu showed his signature smile and sneered: "You are young and wandering around. Middle-aged people want to dig for treasures. When they are old, they must be a monk. They must be a lazy person! But seeing you pitiful, I will help you.

!”

"Young Master is such a kind-hearted person!" Wang Lei continued to pretend.

"I'll help you treat the wound on your face first, take a little back and do it with your back against the wall!"

"Why!"

Wang Lei has been squatting here for a long time and is already bored. It is quite interesting to have a child chatting with him, and it can make him pretend to be more similar. So he nodded, took two steps back, and leaned back.

Sitting down on the earthen wall, in order to make it more realistic, he spread his limbs, tilted his head, and moaned desperately.

"Young Master...what is the solution...oh it hurts so much..."

"Don't worry, I'll come now!"

Guo Xuanwu walked to him with a smile, spread his feet and squatted down, blocking his body tightly!

"call……"

Guo Xuanwu gently blew the big bag on Wang Lei's forehead, which made him feel cool and comfortable.

"Blow it out..." Wang Lei closed his eyes comfortably.

His forehead was colder and his heart was even colder!
Chapter completed!