Staring at the sight of a young man dressed in a black Se tight-fitting leather hunting suit, a scribe dressed up as a young man shouted, "Put the sword! Otherwise, don’t blame me for Zhao Zongjie’s sword! "
No matter whether this man has a real story or not, it is quite enough to frighten Miao Yuqin to shrink behind Chen Shaobai. "This guy is idle egg pain? Nothing to look for? " Lenovo to oneself just go out but two ri trouble to find the body to Chen Shaobai unknowingly some impetuous pitfalls in sound. His eyes swept in the hall and he saw several young people dressed as scribes looking at themselves coldly with great interest. Chen Shaobai smell Zhao Zongjie mouth spit alcohol to capture each other look at miao language piano eyes suddenly a cold heart. You want to show off, but if you want to show off on me, you have to ask me if the sword in my hand says yes. "Put…