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- Chapter 383: Light
Xiao Yuesheng nodded and said lightly: "There is no improvement in my skill, I just understood something."
¡°Oh¡ª¡ª?!¡± Jiang Nanyun¡¯s eyes lit up.
Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her and asked lightly: "Why didn't you be cruel just now?"
Jiang Nanyun was startled and said: "Master, doesn't he not allow mass killings?"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded, he had said this, but he really didn't expect that the people of Taishan Sect were such kind of people. For a moment, he didn't bother to say more to them and waved away.
" If the people of the Taishan sect were not wise enough, he would have already taken action and used thunderous means to kill several people.
Jiang Nanyun stamped his feet and said bitterly: "Master, I have been suppressing my anger. That old guy Yu Xuanzi is so shameless. I can't defend him. It's really irritating!"
Xiao Yuesheng suddenly laughed and shook his head.
"Master, why are you laughing?!" Jiang Nanyun said hurriedly.
Xiao Yuesheng laughed twice, and then said: "I didn't expect that this Yu Xuanzi of the Taishan Sect is really shameless. Few people can match him, and he can be regarded as the best!"
Jiang Nanyun said bitterly: "Master, why did you let him go just now? How about killing him with one sword?!"
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and said with a smile: "Forget it, give them another chance. Next time, you don't have to hold back!"
"Yes¡ª¡ª!" Jiang Nanyun was overjoyed.
With her martial arts, it was easy to deal with those people from the Taishan sect. It was a piece of cake, but she couldn't be harsh. Considering that she had always had no scruples and her ruthless temper, it was really awkward. Xiao Yuesheng immediately let go, and she seemed to relax. It's as smooth as a tight spell.
Xiao Yuesheng has created a new method, and after thinking about it, he called it the Light Transformation Technique.
He quietly ran the Light Transformation Technique, practiced it with concentration, and made rapid progress. Outside Guanyun Villa, the situation was still calm, and the people of the Taishan Sect had ceased their activities, as if they had given up the desire for revenge.
The people in the martial arts community in Lin'an City were greatly disappointed. They did not expect that the Taishan Sect, with its loud thunder and light raindrops, was so unsatisfactory that it could not deal with Guanyun Villa.
Lin'an City Huixian Tower
At noon, it was crowded.
The round face of the shopkeeper at the door was twisted into a smile, his eyebrows were wide open and his eyes were narrowed to a slit. The business was so booming these days that I would wake up laughing even in my dreams.
However, among the drinkers, most of them were martial arts people. They all carried swords and spoke in loud and loud voices. He was also secretly worried that they might get drunk and get into a fight and knock down his restaurant. .
Fortunately, these people seemed to be fierce, but they were quite honest and peaceful. No one dared to act wildly under the influence of wine, which finally made him feel relieved, but he was secretly grateful to the Qingping Gang. Listening to the tone of their words, these people I am very afraid of the Qingping Gang.
"According to me, Xiao Yihan doesn't dare to offend the Taishan Sect!" A person's voice suddenly became louder and he raised his voice.
His voice was so loud that it drowned out the noisy sounds in the hall. People followed the sound, but it turned out to be a young man, about twenty years old, with a rectangular face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. His eyes were dim at this time. He was obviously tipsy.
"No, no!" Opposite him, there was also a young man in his twenties, with an oval face, sword-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes. He was very handsome, shaking his head like a rattle, with a look of disapproval on his face.
He also had hazy eyes, his fair face was flushed, and he was a little unsteady in his seat, but he managed to speak.
The young man with the long face shook his head and hummed loudly: "Look, the Taishan Sect has come to bully him, but he did nothing. Aren't he afraid of the Taishan Sect?!"
The oval-faced young man squinted his eyes, shook his head and said, "Otherwise, otherwise! Mr. Xiao is magnanimous, doesn't care, and is too lazy to meet people from the Taishan Sect!"
"Bah!" The young man with the rectangular face was disdainful and slammed the table: "He is a coward and a coward!"
"How dare you scold Daxia Xiao!" The young man with an oval face slapped the case and stood up. He pointed his fingers at each other and yelled angrily: "You are a coward and a coward!"
"You dare to scold me and seek death!" The young man with the rectangular face was furious. He was a madman, and Xiao Yuesheng didn't even take him seriously. How could he be like this?
As he spoke, he drew his sword and stabbed straight at the oval-faced young man.
The young man with an oval face was not slow to react. Although he was slightly drunk and his hands and feet were not very flexible, he pulled out his long sword and blocked the crooked sword.
The two stood up, separated by the table, their feet firmly planted, swords going back and forth, it was so lively, the people around them calmed down and watched them fight.
The top of the tin wine jug on the table has been cut off with a sword, and it overturned on the table, with wine gurgling out.??The fragrance is fragrant.
The two of them were good friends, and while they were drinking and drinking, they talked about what happened the day before. It was said that the Taishan faction went to Guanyun Villa to cause trouble, but escaped unharmed. Next, he moved his hands.
"Both of them were drunk. They thrust out their swords crookedly, not in a straight line, and had no power at all. The people next to them made room for fear of stabbing themselves. They really didn't have much accuracy.
The shopkeeper¡¯s round face showed a sad look, fearing that he would run away and fly to the east end of the street, where there was a house where the Qingping Gang was located.
After a while, a young man ran behind the shopkeeper. He was tall and tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His eyes were as sharp as knives, but he was very gentle and polite. He followed the shopkeeper unhurriedly to the Huixian Tower.
As soon as he entered Huixian Tower, he heard people cheering. When he got closer, he saw that the two were fighting fiercely, their swords were shining, and the table between them was broken into several pieces and collapsed to the ground.
"Young Master Qian, look, look, they" The shopkeeper pointed at the table with a sad face, as if his son had died.
Qian Shaoxia nodded, his eyes flashed with cold light, he nodded and said: "Yes, shopkeeper, I know, don't worry, I will let them pay."
¡°It¡¯s all thanks to Mr. Qian!¡± The shopkeeper cheered up and hurriedly cupped his fists and saluted.
Someone nearby saw the situation of the two of them and whispered: "Who is it? Who is he? The shopkeeper came to help?"
"Shhhhhh! It's from the Qingping Gang!" Another person pointed in front of his lips, looked around, and whispered: "This place is under the control of the Qingping Gang!"
"Qingping Gang?" the man asked.
"Have you never heard of the Qingping Gang?!" Another person asked in astonishment, quite surprised.
The man shook his head: "I've never heard of it. It's not like Shaolin and Wudang. It's very famous?!"
Another person looked at him with a strange look in his eyes, shook his head and sighed: "The Dangerous Fairy Jiang Nanyun is the leader of the Qingping Gang."
"Ah, is it Jiang Nanyun?!" the man said hurriedly, with great interest.
The other person nodded, stared at the young man named Qian, and said quickly: "The Qingping Gang is the only gang in Luoyang City, and now some people have come with Jiang Nanyun, and they are all elite members of the gang, and their martial arts are very good! "
"That's it." The man nodded with some understanding.
The young man named Qian stepped in, approached the two men who were fighting fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "Two heroes, stay here!"
As he spoke, he took a step forward and entered the light of the two swords. He thrust out his palms and hit the swords of the two men respectively.
"Dangdang" rings twice, like the sound of gold and iron.
There are many knowledgeable experts around. Seeing this situation, they feel awe-inspiring. It is obvious that this young man has extremely good palm skills. He can make the sound of gold and iron and is extremely hard. Could it be that he has practiced the indestructible magic of Shaolin Temple? !
The two young men hurriedly grasped the sword tightly to prevent it from letting go. They turned to look at the young man named Qian, their eyes were already awake.
After a fight, their blood circulated and their internal energy surged. They were almost drunk and their minds were clear.
"Who are you, meddling in other people's business?!" The young man with the rectangular face shook his sword, pointed at the young man named Qian, and shouted coldly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.
The young man surnamed Qian was full of energy, and his eyes were as bright as the real thing, piercing directly into the eyes of the young man with a rectangular face. He couldn't help but trembled, and turned his eyes away, not daring to look directly.
"Qingping is here to help Qian Zhaoqing!" He smiled casually, clasped his fists and said: "This is a place to eat. It is not appropriate to do anything to disturb everyone's interest. If you two use force, you might as well go outside!"
When he heard the words Qingping Gang, the oval-faced young man moved, clasped his fists and said: "Misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. We were drunk and in a daze. I hope Qian Shaoxia will forgive me."
He hurriedly said to the young man with a rectangular face: "Brother Sun, we are full, let's check out and go!"
"You are afraid of the Qingping Gang, but I am not!" The young man with the rectangular face sneered and glared at the man with disdain.
Qian Zhaoqing's eyes narrowed, slowly focusing on him, and said calmly: "My Qingping Gang is not a big deal, not worth mentioning. I am just a Lin'an City citizen and want to keep the people safe."
"What a loud tone!" The young man with the rectangular face sneered.
Qian Zhaoqing folded his arms and smiled lightly, saying: "I don't know what kind of master you are, but you actually despise me, the Qingping Gang, so much?"
¡°I¡¯m a nobody, but I just can¡¯t stand your Qingping Gang, what do you think?¡± The young man with a rectangular face snorted coldly.
Qian Zhaoqing frowned and said, "This is strange. What's wrong with our Qingping Gang?"
¡°I just can¡¯t stand it, so what?!¡±
Qian Zhaoqing shook his head, glanced at him, and said lightly: "Your Excellency is a little unreasonable, so you should just pay the bill and leave!"
The young man with the rectangular face sneered, returned his sword to its sheath, and stood there unobtrusively: "I won't leave, how will you treat me?!"
"It seems that you are here to cause trouble with our Qingping Gang. I admire you!" Qian Zhaoqing's face darkened and he said lightly.
"I'm just looking for trouble!" The young man with a rectangular face pressed forward step by step, with a look of disdain on his face, staring coldly at Qian Zhaoqing.
Qian Zhaoqing let go of his arms and took two steps forward: "Although our Qingping Gang is insignificant, we will never give in to unprovoked provocations. Please teach me!"
"That's what I've been waiting for!" The rectangular-faced young man laughed loudly, and stabbed out the sword sharply, suddenly and swiftly.
Qian Zhaoqing turned slightly to the left, avoiding the tip of the sword, and struck with his right palm, dignified and elegant, his movements were stretched and generous, which was pleasing to the eye.
"Dang" sounded, like gold and iron intersecting, the sword suddenly swung away and almost flew away.
The young man with the rectangular face suddenly became solemn, raised his sword slowly, concentrated his energy, and stared at Qian Zhaoqing with bright eyes like candlelight.
Qian Zhaoqing looked at him indifferently, with a calm expression and relaxed body. He seemed to have flaws everywhere, but it was hard to start.
After concentrating for a moment, the young man with the rectangular face simply jumped out and stabbed Qian Zhaoqing's chest with a sword, drawing a cold light.
Qian Zhaoqing's foot spun and moved half a foot laterally.
The sword was moving too fast, and it pierced the air. When he wanted to change his move, the hilt of the sword was already in front of Qian Zhaoqing. He used his palm again and hit the hilt.
The man with the rectangular face felt that the hilt of the sword was hot, like a soldering iron. He hurriedly let go, and the sword suddenly fell down.
Qian Zhaoqing made a move with his right palm, and the sword fell into his hand. With a slight stroke, the sword was placed on the neck of the man with a rectangular face.
As soon as the sword was placed on his neck, he immediately stopped moving. The cold air penetrated through the pores on his neck, and he felt that death had never been so close.
Qian Zhaoqing's eyes condensed, divine light burst into his eyes, he slowly sheathed his sword, and with a movement of his hand, the sword was inserted back into his scabbard, but no one saw it clearly.
The oval-faced young man wanted to rescue him, but when he saw that the sword had been put back into its sheath and he had no time to make a move, he was filled with fear.
With such a fast and unparalleled technique, if you use a sword, you will definitely be unable to defend against it. You are no match at all and you are just bringing humiliation to yourself.
Qian Zhaoqing cupped his fists, glanced at the young man with a rectangular face, and said calmly: "Please stop¡ª¡ª!"
The man with the rectangular face smiled miserably and turned pale. The fear of facing death gripped him tightly. Only then did he realize that he was not afraid of death.
"Farewell!" He cupped his fists and saluted, turned around and left, never having the face to stay here again.
The oval-faced young man followed and walked out. He cupped his fists and saluted Qian Zhaoqing and said, "I'm sorry, I will pay for the tables and chairs."
After saying that, he threw a piece of silver and followed closely, leaving the Huixian Tower.
People coaxed and drank the lottery. I didn't expect the population to say madly, but the ability was not good, but they couldn't take a move.
There is a table near the south window in the hall, where three middle-aged men are sitting.
One of them sneered and shook his head: "Oh, it's really ridiculous. That man is so weak in martial arts and yet he dares to speak arrogant words!"
He is tall and tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looks rough and heroic, and his eyes are faintly shining. He is also a master.
The person next to him was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and a sick look on his face, as if he was terminally ill and about to die. He hummed in a low voice: "Do you really think so?!"
"Isn't it?!" Another person asked hurriedly. He was also a middle-aged man, with a face like a crown of jade and three wisps of clear beard under his chin, which looked elegant and unrestrained.
The man with a yellow face shook his head and glanced sideways at the two of them: "I don't believe it. You can't see it. It's not that that man is bad, it's that Qian Zhaoqing's martial arts is too strong!"
"Brother Guan, don't you see how powerful Qian Zhaoqing is?" Another man stroked his three strands of clear beard, frowned and shook his head.
¡°That¡¯s right, it¡¯s just that I shot faster, nothing surprising.¡± The bold and bold man nodded hurriedly.
The withered man shook his head, disapprovingly, and hummed: "His strongest point must be his palm power! His palm power must be weird, otherwise, how could that man throw away the sword so easily?!"
His guess was that the palm technique practiced by Qian Zhaoqing is called Shaoyang Palm. It specializes in the Shaoyang Sanjiao meridian of the hand. The internal strength is extremely strong and the palm strength is so strange that it is difficult for ordinary masters to resist it.
The man with the rectangular face had good swordsmanship, but his internal strength was not strong and he had no resistance, so he easily fell into his hands.?
Qian Zhaoqing looked around and saw that there was no one causing trouble. He bowed to everyone and thanked the shopkeeper for his kindness, then turned around and left, returning to the Qingping Gang.
"This is the master of the Qingping Gang, and he truly deserves his reputation!" The man stroked three locks of his Qing beard, shook his head and sighed.
"Second brother, for such a master, does he rank high among the Qingping Gang?" the rough man asked the middle-aged man with a yellow face in a low voice.
He pondered for a while and said: "No master in the Qingping Gang is lower than this person."
"How many experts are there in the Qingping Gang?" the rough and powerful man asked hurriedly.
The withered middle-aged man pondered for a moment and said: "There are always twenty or thirty people"
The other two looked at each other with wry smiles.
The rough middle-aged man sighed, shook his head and said: "With them here, how can we get ahead?!"
Another middle-aged man stroked his beard and shook his head. He suddenly realized it and said with a wry smile: "No wonder, no wonder everyone behaved when they entered Lin'an City. It turns out they are afraid of the Qingping Gang!"
"That's not bad." The withered middle-aged man nodded.
The rough middle-aged man asked: "Is Jiang Nanyun's martial arts must be stronger?"
"It is said that the martial arts of these people are all personally passed down by Jiang Nanyun. Tell me, how high will her martial arts be?" The man with the withered face sneered coldly.
"Grandma, it's really scary!" The rough man's face changed slightly.
The middle-aged man stroked his beard and pondered, and said slowly: "Isn't Xiao Yihan's martial arts even more unfathomable?!"
The man with the yellow face nodded heavily: "You don't know it!"
Then he let out a sneer and said: "That person just now really doesn't know how high the sky is. In my opinion, Xiao Yihan's desire to kill people from the Taishan Sect is like killing chickens and ducks. He is just too lazy to take action. These people talk about it, but it is really Shallow and ignorant!¡±
The other two nodded.
Although Jiang Nanyun was quite dissatisfied with Xiao Yuesheng's tolerance, it won the admiration of Yilin and Linghu Chong. They felt that he was broad-minded and the Taishan faction did not know good and bad. If he came to provoke him again, there was no need to be polite.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, knowing that he had achieved his goal. After all, the Taishan Sect was a famous sect. If he did not stay reasonable and rashly kill him, invisible dangers would be laid.
This evening, as the sun set, he was practicing in a flowerbed in the back garden.
It¡¯s as warm as spring here, and all the flowers are in bloom.
The afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the back garden, the light is soft and delicate, and the rose red dyes all the flowers, like a dream.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, he was also dyed rose color, blending in with the surroundings.
He just stood quietly, motionless, standing like a pillar. Judging from the situation, it was as if he was standing still. It was impossible to tell what kind of martial arts he was practicing.
Slowly, when you calm down and look at it again, you will find that as he breathes, the soft light of the rose on his body rises and shrinks, just like the breath in his mouth, rising and falling, it is wonderful.
Suddenly, his body moved, and he disappeared instantly. Then he flashed again and appeared outside the gate of Guanyun Villa.
On the straight road outside the gate of Guanyun Villa, more than ten people were surrounding the two people, fighting with swords and swords clanging incessantly.
This avenue is covered by gloomy trees, and the afterglow of the setting sun cannot shine here. It is slightly dim, and the light of the sword is flickering.
More than a dozen people were wearing yellow shirts. Among the two people in the circle, one was an old man with white beard and linen clothes, with sparse white hair on his head. The other was wearing a green veil. His face could not be seen clearly, but his figure was extremely graceful. Up there was a young woman.
The old man's movements were slow, but his sword was steady, accurate, and ruthless. Although it was not fast, it was deadly and full of murderous intent.
But these ten or so people are all very skilled. They have long knives, long swords, silver spears, and even a meteor hammer. There are all kinds of weapons in their hands.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:????????????????????????????????????:??????????????????????????????? Swinging their swords together, suppressed the old man until he couldn't breathe, he was crumbling, and he might not be able to hold up at any time.
The graceful woman in black was holding a long sword, leaning on the ground, motionless. A breeze blew, and the green gauze hanging in front of her face fluttered.
A middle-aged man in a yellow shirt held a long knife and said loudly: "Green Bamboo Man, it's futile to continue fighting. Why bother? The leader just wants to invite the holy aunt to go back!"
The Green Bamboo Man ignored him, his long sword was as sharp as before, and he fought hard with his sword, using a lose-lose style of fighting. Although his steps were slow, he should not be underestimated.
"If you continue to be ignorant, we will be cruel to you!" the middle-aged man snorted coldly.
The Green Bamboo Man sneered and didn't answer, but he struck out with each move as cruelly as he could, wishing he could?Kill everyone in front of you.
"Holy aunt, please speak up, let him die in vain, it is useless!" The middle-aged man turned to the graceful woman in black clothes.
She is naturally Ren Yingying.
Ren Yingying leaned on her long sword and said calmly: "Martial nephew, stop."
"Auntie, leave quickly!" Green Bamboo Man shouted, but refused to retreat. He swung his sword and stabbed one person in the shoulder.
The man groaned, moved his right hand quickly to stop the blood on his left shoulder, and stared coldly at the Green Bamboo Man, his eyes flashing, the muscles on his face slowly twisted, and his expression became ferocious.
"Old Lu, if you want to die, you can't blame me!" After saying that, he rushed forward and stabbed straight in, ignoring the stabbing sword of the Green Bamboo Man.
The sword of Green Bamboo Weng stabbed his left shoulder, but he stabbed Green Bamboo Weng¡¯s chest. If the two of them died together, he would chop off one of his arms at most, and Green Bamboo Weng would definitely die.
A sword suddenly came out from the side and blocked the Green Bamboo Man's sword. The man's sword directly stabbed the Green Bamboo Man's chest, and then he pulled it out and blood spurted out.
"Uh" Green Bamboo Man snorted, feeling as if all the strength in his body was being sprayed away along with the blood spurting from his chest.
As soon as he dropped his long sword, he staggered and fell slowly.
"Nephew Green!" Ren Yingying hurriedly stepped forward to hold him up to prevent him from falling. She looked at the fountain-like blood on his chest and quickly tapped his acupuncture points.
Green Bamboo Man stretched out his hand with difficulty, waved it, and whispered: "It's useless, aunt, hold hold them, Xiao Mr. Xiao"
"Stop talking and breathe in!" Ren Yingying nodded hurriedly and pressed her palms on her chest to prevent the hot blood from spurting out.
Green Bamboo Man shook his head and smiled bitterly, knowing in his heart that his old life would eventually be handed over to him. However, the Holy Aunt was still not out of danger, and he was really unwilling to do so.
"What's wrong?" A gentle voice suddenly sounded, and Xiao Yuesheng suddenly appeared behind the two of them.
Ren Yingying turned her head sharply and looked around. When she saw it was him, she immediately relaxed, her body softened and she almost fell down.
Xiao Yuesheng took a step forward and held her up. His hand was already on her pulse. He knew it well, and an inner force passed through her.
Ren Yingying only felt a warm breath coming into her body, and she suddenly felt refreshed, as if she had been enlightened. Her whole body felt refreshed and her fatigue disappeared.
Xiao Yuesheng let go of her and came to the side of Green Bamboo Man. He moved his hands together and raised his left palm upward. Green Bamboo Man straightened his body like a puppet, floated flatly, and lay on his back in the void, as if there was something there. An invisible low couch.
He opened his eyes wide, feeling inexplicably, feeling that he could not help himself, his head could not control his body, and he was completely at the mercy of Xiao Yuesheng.
Xiao Yuesheng lifts his left hand gently, and quickly taps various major acupoints with his right hand. Some are strong or soft, some are elegant, some are solemn, some are like a wolf's brush holding a pen, or some are like a stone chisel drilling hard. Each finger has its own style and powerful momentum.
In the blink of an eye, all one hundred and eight acupuncture points all over his body have been tapped. Xiao Yuesheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the Green Bamboo Man.
Green Bamboo Man has closed his eyes and passed out. His face is no longer gray, but has become rosy, as if he has fallen into a sweet dream, and his whole body has relaxed.
Ren Yingying came up and asked in a low voice: "Sir, is he okay?"
Xiao Yuesheng turned to look at her, nodded and said, "Thankfully I didn't come too late. It's not serious. I'll recover after a while."
Ren Yingying nodded her head lightly and sighed: "Without him, I would be dead."
Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Your face?"
Although her face was covered with green gauze, he couldn't stop his gaze. He saw a long scar on her left cheek, about two inches long.
Ren Yingying said lightly, "I was chased by them and was injured."
Xiao Yuesheng frowned, groaned deeply, turned around and looked at more than a dozen men in yellow shirts.
They saw that Xiao Yuesheng raised the Green Bamboo Man in the air with a vain mention. The depth of his skills was shocking, so they were afraid of the abnormality and did not take action directly. Instead, they asked: "Who are you?!"
Xiao Yuesheng said calmly: "Xiao Yihan."
Everyone was startled and looked at each other, seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.
"The name of Xiao Yuesheng is far more familiar to everyone in the Demon Sect than to the righteous martial arts community, because the saint's sweetheart is Xiao Yihan, the Jinghong Yijian.
A few days ago, for this reason, many people from the Demon Sect who had been favored by Ren Yingying came to see Xiao Yuesheng, wanting to see what the saint's sweetheart was like.
"No wonder, no wonder the holy aunt ran here!" A person chuckled, understanding.
Xiao Yuesheng's face was as dark as water. He glanced at them lightly, waved his hand and said, "You guys should go."?I don't want to kill anyone today. "
"The leader has an order, please ask the holy aunt to go back!" A middle-aged man in a yellow shirt said solemnly.
Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s gentle gaze enveloped him and he said calmly: ¡°Go back and tell your leader that Yingying is here with me. If you have the courage, just come.¡±
He turned to Ren Yingying and said, "Let's go back to the village!"
After saying that, he stepped towards the villa, holding the green bamboo mango in his hand, walking calmly and slowly.
Ren Yingying said nothing and followed him towards the villa.
"Stop!" The man in yellow shirt in front of him clenched his sword and shouted in a deep voice.
Xiao Yuesheng frowned and said lightly: "You want to take action?!"
The middle-aged man in yellow shirt said in a deep voice: "The leader has a destiny. If you take the holy aunt away, you will be disobeying the leader's order. I will ensure that you die without a burial place!"
Xiao Yuesheng said calmly: "I'm counting from one to three. If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
He made a fist with his right hand, raised his little finger, and said calmly: "One!"
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