fairy tales

Chapter 517 Siege of the Imperial Capital (3)
You can't give me all the treasures, just give me seven floors. You can keep three floors for yourself. If you give me more points, I will tell you
urgent. "

This guy's words changed too fast, and he was too shameless!Even though the poor people kept chatting with him, it was short-circuited for a while,
It took a while to come back to his senses, he sneered in his heart, but smiled happily on his face: "Okay, it is indeed a good place, let's go there, brother,
Since we are brothers, of course I will give all my treasures to you. "

"No, brother, you can't give me all the treasures, let me see, you give me the treasures, and I will take care of them for you, your three

Even if the baby on the first floor is a brother, I will take care of it for you. You can come to me to pick it up at any time. Brother, I treat you as a real brother. Yours

Baby, I will not take it for myself, you can rest assured. "This guy said righteously, and he was always thinking of the poor and the common people.

"That's right, brother, how can I not believe what you say."

The two walked into the deserted alley, talking and laughing.

"By the way, brother, there is one more thing I didn't tell you just now. There is a colorful strip behind..."

"Oh, no need, you've said enough." The poor people interrupted the other party with a sneer, and then he didn't know when he had more words in his hand.

A dagger pierced into the opponent's stomach.

"God... Weng (Dragon)..." He uttered a word inarticulately, his eyes were full of surprise and unwillingness, no matter what, he

I didn't expect this poor man to be so vicious that he would kill himself directly, but there is no regret medicine to buy in the world, he had a dry cough
With a sound, he immediately lowered his head to look at the dagger on his belly, blood trickling down, extremely coquettish.

"Huh!" Holding the dagger, the poor people snorted coldly, twisted the dagger, and it stirred in a circle, and the man fell directly to the ground, his body on the ground
He trembled a few times and died.

"Things who don't know how to live and die, dare to be powerless against this young commander, they are simply courting death!" With a cold snort, the words of the middle-aged man dressed as a poor man

The language became younger, obviously the voice just now was pretended by him, this is his real voice, there is a trace of threat in the chilling air
Pressure, that is a temper that has been cultivated in the army all year round.

He left here with lazy steps and walked towards the east gate...

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Outside the east city gate, ten mile slope, in the forest.

Dozens of people came here one after another, and the leader was that poor man just now. At this moment, his eyes were extremely sharp, his body
No longer rickety, become tall and straight.

"Young commander!" Everyone bowed.

The poor commoner waved his hand and took off his makeup. He turned out to be Chu Zifeng, the young commander of the Trumen family.

The majestic killing, full of coercion, Chu Zifeng said in a deep voice: "Tell me about the results of your inquiries."

(End of this chapter)