Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

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If he is not dead, then he must be alive! ! ! !

Ye Wushang sneered, and the internal force poured in continuously, spreading out like an ocean, submerging the mysterious man in it instantly.

After the masked man only heard a scream from the mysterious man, he lost his thoughts and made no movement.

The masked man couldn't help but look, his complexion all changed. It turned out that their boss was already dead, his eyes were wide open, looking at a certain place, it was a death that could not rest in peace. [

"This is dead, it seems really useless."

Feng Qingcheng's figure flashed, her tone was full of contempt, she was looking at these masked people, but seeing these masked people looking at each other, I looked at you.

The boss is dead, what are they fighting for! ! !Escape is what matters.

Once you have this thought, it will flood in like a tide, occupying your whole body and mind.

Ye Wushang, Luo Liuling, and Feng Qingcheng have also seen the thoughts of these masked people, and now their vitality has been seriously injured.

These masked people couldn't make a fuss, so they casually perfunctory, and then watched the rest of the masked people disappear in a blink of an eye.

All of a sudden, there was no one here, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and killing.

Luo Liuling took a few steps back, and under a pile of grass, a small face appeared, it was the woman hiding here.

This was originally a hole in the weeds, and the location was extremely secret, if Luo Liuling hadn't suddenly discovered it, he wouldn't have placed her here.

"My lord."

As soon as the woman stood up, she saluted Ye Wushang. Although there was fear on her small dirt-covered faces, there was more perseverance.

"never mind."

Ye Wushang walked up, stretched out his hand to sweep the weeds off the woman's head, his eyes were devoid of any emotion, just a little happy.

Ye Wushang stared straight at a very normal look, without any expression,

"Ling, this is Wang Yanran, the 36th generation successor of the Wang family's swordsmith."

Ye Wushang told Luo Liuling that he had no reservations or concealment.

Hearing the words, Wang Yanran nodded to the side, her face full of joy.

The swordsmith was a woman, but Luo Liuling didn't notice anything.

"Don't underestimate her, you can make any magical weapon for you." [

Ye Wushang thought for a while, and then said: "You will know this in the future." Before he finished speaking, Luo Liuling felt like a breeze blowing towards him.

Wang Yanran knelt in front of Luo Liuling, her eyes were no longer as frightened as before, and she said word by word to Luo Liuling, "Thank you for saving my life."

"Woman." Hearing these two words, Feng Qingcheng on the side laughed freely, looked at Wang Yanran, and saw that although she was a weak woman, her expression had an aura that should not be underestimated.

Ye Wushang smiled, helped Wang Yanran up, and patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I will take good care of you instead of your brother."

Hearing these words, a sense of loss appeared in Wang Yanran's eyes, and she let out a faint sigh, her eyes seemed to be about to shed tears.

"I can't see my brother anymore."

Her words were faint, and her expression was a little sad. Hearing these sad words, she also knew what happened to her brother.