Kong Qing's body spun in the air and landed calmly. After the ancient bronze sword spun around in his hand, it returned to his back again. As he came and went, his posture was cool and unrestrained, as if he was a swordsman.

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"color!"

Just when Kong Qing jumped out and knocked over the coachman's sword scabbard in the blink of an eye, the cheers that shook the sky suddenly rang out among the idle men surrounding him. Even Yang, who was sitting opposite the Gua stall,

Mudan and the little maid behind him turned into little stars when they looked at Kong Qing.

Don't look at the coachman who is making a lot of noise here and pulling the virtuous (idle) people around him with him, but to be honest, how can you, the idle and panic-stricken spectators, have such a thing as a stand?

As the old saying goes, nothing is too big a deal!

Especially this kind of people who directly take action if they disagree with each other on the street, and also involve wealthy slaves and monks and Taoist priests...

The spectators are having too much fun, aren’t they?

It’s a plot straight out of a legendary storybook!
Chapter completed!