Martial King’s Retired Life

Fainted, this person makes no sense!

"You have the ability to challenge me alone," a man shouted.

"Don't be solo." Zhuo sneered and gave an eight-million-point scornful look. "Direct group fight, one piece. I'll see how many of you, a little skill.

"That's what you said!" The hooligan circled around, rubbing his fists and preparing for the king-field.

Jie took a sigh of fierceness: "That's it? Fight with your grandpa ?! Grab the dogskin hat on your head and slam on the ground, the mouth foam flying:" Wow knock! Knife! Sticks! Weapons come out! Ah! Isn't it kind? Isn't there no egg! "A group of gangsters who scolded were hot: blood boiling, copying knives, holding sticks and sticks, even those without weapons ran down two bricks. It's going to be-a decisive battle. Even if you can only share this stinky boy-a fingernail can be released-vent this anger.

"Okay, there is." Jie Zang crooked his mouth-deputy, pointing to the back: "Grandpa also took the weapon with ease. It's the man's stand here and don't go. Laozi-hot tea time will come back and clean up you guys!"

-The gangsters red-eyed and raised their weapons: "I'm afraid you're not human !!"

After a hot tea.

The dregs are back.

The hooligans are ready.

The brothers of the soldiers in Xiuyu City are also here.

Jie Yan said very politely: "Soldier Ge Ge, these people are threatening me. You see they have a knife, a gun, a knife and a stick, it scares people ~"

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"It's your gangster again! Come with us,

So all these hooligans who disturbed the peace were tortured.

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