Thousand Blades of Death

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"Why, it turned out to be a wandering devil, and most of you look like a poor ghost. Let's go, I don't have time to waste time with others."

Uncle Apple waved his hands impatiently. The apples in his hands were naturally put back on the fruit stand. The skillful movements were perfectly integrated into the market, and Ma Yuan also realized that he was constantly reborn.

At first, I might suspect that everything was an illusion. I met a group of people who are prone to amnesia, or fell into the trap of the illusionist, but now the sake in his hand has returned to two bottles, but he saw it with his own eyes. Lalquay and Lord Roma drank.

"I see, thank you uncle! There is one more thing, if you meet someone to thank in the future, you must not send your family heirloom casually."

Ma Yuan also seemed to figure out something. He walked on the street towards his instinct. Everything seemed to be calling himself. The guidance in the sky made him breathe faster. Since what he should do is clear, the rest is to renew Orchestrated.

"Hey, why is it so strange... Child fucking, you come here quickly, I want to confirm one thing."

Feng Fenghuo left the fruit stand, Ma Yuan did not continue to care about the conversation behind him. Many touches did not necessarily need to be expressed in words. After all, it was a good old man who helped himself countless times. Uncle Apple may not be the last time he saw himself.

But at that time, Ma Yuan should have experienced another cycle of suffering, so this is a painful and happy year. Every encounter is equivalent to deleting the number, but it also means that he still lives in this dimension.

Otherwise, in other worlds, if you are dying, you may never have this opportunity to go back to death.

"Where can I find it, there are so many people on the street now, and it seems difficult to choose between Firut and Emilia!"

Excitedly, he returned to the center of the fountain. After watching for a long time, Ma Yuan found that his excited heart gradually became calm, and then he became confused.

Is it just to approach the two girls to complete the task, or have they regarded them as the most important people? Does this have a conflict with future development? After completely losing the plot memory, Ma Yuan found himself suffering even more than 486. Too.

"Well, otherwise go back to the hotel? Just what reason should I approach this time, it seems that I am just a novice who knows nothing, so the appearance is really not convincing at all."

Shaking his head secretly, Ma Yuan didn't have the courage to face Elsa again, but the most troublesome thing is not to fight the bowel hunter, but to re-establish the existing feelings.

If there is no embarrassment, it must be divorced from reality. Even the owner of an Apple Store in this Wangcheng City has inextricable foreshadowing.

It's easy to integrate into oneself, just rely on luck or the events of the main line and the branch line, but otherwise, it seems difficult to change the direction abruptly.

"Well, since that's the case, just make a simple exchange."

Touching his chin and thinking, Ma Yuan quickly found the target among the crowd. At this time, he was really lucky, and he really met the familiar guy, Larque, who was on the street.

"Hey! Walking without eyes at all, it's really abominable. Uncle Ben has just bought boots. It's very troublesome to make a custom order. What if the magic blessing above is lost, can you afford it? "

The chattering voice sounded so harsh, and the attitude was just like the rogue, but now Ma Yuan seems very kind, although the first NPC he made in the strict sense of the outside world is this rogue swordsman What.

"Sorry, we really just passed by, and there are no gold coins to pay your compensation..."

The women and children passing by were trembling with fright. The Asian swordsman used his passive skills of bullying and fear. He raised his hand on the spot to grab the other party for a while, but found that a pair of powerful arms caught himself.

"Hey, it's not very good to do this, Larque, you are a swordsman with a face and a face anyway. Isn't bullying civilians too bad for your image."

With his arm stuck in midair, the Asian's forehead began to sweat constantly. Although it was the first time to clash with this guy, Ma Yuan's grip was also amazing. Compared with Lai Yue'an's deliberate exercise, it can be called Natural power.

"You, how do you know my name... It seems that I must have heard of me, boy, this time it's all on your face, let's go, don't let me see you eating this again Herbs, I hate similar smells the most!"

The truth is clear. When the Lizard Asians pinched their noses with their faces bitter, the people around them also laughed. The Asians and humans are the same. Most people are not equipped with weapons or are not at all combat professions.

And Ma Yuan, a strangely dressed and unarmed person, stopped Larque, and won countless applause, which immediately became the focus of the crowd.

"You're really a showman. You haven't used your full strength just now. In fact, this is the same with Uncle Ben. After all, human beings are privileged. What if the nobleman who you are is doing, even if it's depressing."

Glancing at Ma Yuan coldly, the core idea exuded by the Asian swordsman made people shudder, and the survival knowledge carried into the bone marrow is diametrically opposed to the weakness and insignificance displayed on its surface.

"This is not a place to talk, go sit and talk there? I want to ask you something, about the Asians, I think you must have a way in this regard."

"Huh? This statement is blunt enough. To be precise, as long as it is related to the Asians, there is no way I can't do it with Larque! And I have very powerful friends, as long as you have heard of black If the name is scar, hum."

The two of them had their own concerns and walked to the side of the road to start the first conversation, and Ma Yuan didn't change his face. Hearing the name of Black Scar revealed a smile.

"I have heard of some of them, but I still value your popularity. I don’t know if you know any friends who are thieves. I want to be sure that there is a good skill among Asians. Of course, I know that they are just There is no other meaning to be forced to live, don’t humans have many thieves?"

Lightly spreading his hands, Ma Yuan understood that as soon as he grasped the situation, the plot itself was in his own hands. ,, ..

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