Chapter 882： General Fires next wife (60) (1/2)

Makino said to get off the horse, and Xia Qiu sat on the horse.

”Fellow fellow, can't you survive today?” Makino asked.

The ferryman at the ferry took down Doudou and looked at him, but said nothing.

Xia Qiu faintly heard Cisuo's voice, the vaguely tense atmosphere, in the eyes of these ferryers, in the hands of the long-handling workers.

All of these people, Yu Guang, are staring at them,

Alas, a sharp white light pierced Xia Qiu's face now.

”Makino!”

In front of the ferry, the ferryman inquired by Makino drew a clear dagger from under the bucket and wiped it on Makino's throat.

Those who came were not good. These people originally came to assassinate them.

With a loud noise, Makino took a step back to avoid the moment of danger, splitting his hands to seize the long knife from the long-handed worker behind him, and then cut off the dagger in the hands of the man.

The sweaty horse snorted and murmured uneasily and got used to the battlefield. This scene was not to shock the horse, but all the assassins on the cargo ship and the boat raged towards Makino, and the target of another part of them also pointed directly at Xia Qiu .

Holding the reins of the sweat horse, the assassin holding a dagger straightly cut Xia Qiu's calf from the side. Xia Qiu gripped the horse's belly, the sweat horse hissed, raised his forefoot and stomped on the assassin's chest.

The assassin flew out, and the sweaty horse fell steadily, but Xia Qiu and Makino became two enclosed islands.

The long knife flew freely in Makino's hands, blood splattered, and he kept approaching Xia Qiu. If it was not Xia Qiu and the sweaty horse's calm response to stabilize his heart, I'm afraid he would have killed his eyes at this time.

The shoulders and chests were ripped apart, dripping blood stained the pale robes, and a carriage and followers were not far away.

Although they did not bring any masters, the followers also followed Makino for many years, enough to be one hundred.