Chapter 313 (2/2)

As far as I'm concerned, that's enough for me to hear and understand.

The Night Walker has reached the door of the grocery store!

It's not the right way to go in the middle of the night, but to come down from the roof. It's definitely not a good way.

It's not a good way. It's ordinary for martial arts people. There was nothing.

But where you can't go, you must come to your door.

If you enter the house at night, if you don't rape it, you'll take it away

I was in a hurry because he arrived at the last minute, and tonight, the pedestrians obviously had a bad heart.

Now I could hardly move. I began to plan nervously how to avoid the fatal blow of the enemy.

The Night Walker opened the door, but did not enter the house. Instead, he whispered, ”lock your throat and eat, sword, hello?

It sounds strange. I'm sure I've never heard it before.

The voice is very low. My conclusion is that the other party should be about 40, or even louder.

The voice is deep and does not spread. I already know that this guy's internal power is extraordinary, absolutely higher than himself.

Put bamboo chopsticks.

I was in the dark, a pair of bright eyes, nervously looking for weapons that can resist the enemy, but I found a bamboo tube on the table next to it, with a pair of chopsticks inside.

This is the final guarantee.

I practice sword to the sun, which is the biggest price. His class kills, but now there is no sword in your hand. If you have a sword in your hand, you don't want it now.

I have practiced Wu Kung Fu, but I have not practiced shadow weapon.

I have no other ideas about procrastination, so that my Dantian can complete the last step and bring back all the internal forces.

As long as you finish last Sunday, there are two ways to go: fight if you win, and go if you don't win.

I want to delay, but the people outside obviously don't want to make him happy.

It's a sword to lock my throat. When it's useless, I won't come out of the fire!

When I said I wanted to set fire, I found that the other party lit the tortoise.

It seems that the other party is not only talking, but also really going to set fire.

Wow, I can't think of a right-hand swing. Three bamboo chopsticks have been taken, and then shot out of the window. The goal is the pain in the man's hand.

Although I haven't practiced dark weapons, I don't know how many swords there are. Now I use a short sword, which is a ”swallow home”. Three bamboo chopsticks are like people hit by three arrows

He said, ”when the sky is in the dark, it is not happy to lock the sword with the weapon moved by God“

I didn't say anything. In fact, even if he wanted to talk, now is not the time to say nothing.

The chicken sang twice. I beat the bamboo chopsticks five times. Now I'm completely relieved. The last Sunday has been successfully completed.

The end of the process of practicing internal work does not mean that things are simple.

This guy came for himself. This is a huge unknown. What else

What kind of person is this? Why do you find yourself?

I stood up quietly, but did not take any further action.

Because the weapon he can take out now is an ox ear knife, and then there are several bamboos left. The most dangerous moment is that when a person is trapped in a room when a disaster occurs, he can't go out in any possible way.

When a hand is tied in a room, it is the most tragic thing in the region, not far from death.

When a killer is not far from death, he will not be tied up, but will do his best.

When I found that I had to work hard, he threw away the remaining seven chopsticks.

The seven chopsticks were thrown three times, and the interval between the two chopsticks was less than a blink of an eye.

Throw two chopsticks for the first time, one chopstick for the second time, and four chopsticks for the third time.

Because before I threw chopsticks, it was three times each time, a total of five times.

When a behavior becomes a habit, people get used to it.

When a person gets used to it, there will be a subconscious response.

When I found the chopsticks coming, the dagger in the man's hand outside jumped into a golden ball. As a result, I didn't lose three chopsticks, only two.

When the guy thought there might be no chopsticks in the room, another flew out.

When the guy thought the chopsticks were completely gone, the chopsticks were on the road. Not one, not two, not three, but four chopsticks, beyond his judgment.

No matter what the master is, he will not be in a good mood when he finds that he has made a wrong judgment.