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When Ning Caichen was chatting with Xiahou swordsman, it was already in Guobei County and came to a painting booth to look at a painting of a beautiful woman washing her hair.
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Although the incarnation of Heitianshan Old Demon looks like a 12-year-old boy, he has extraordinary bearing and is expensive.
The owner of the painting booth didn’t dare to be rude. He admired the beautiful painting.
"Boss, how much is this painting?"
Tianchu asked the owner of the painting booth for the price.
"A silver or two!"
The owner of the painting booth made an offer.
Painting this kind of thing is valuable in the eyes of people who like it, but it is worthless in the eyes of people who don’t like it.
In fact, the owner of the painting booth quoted this price as a test of his attitude for a day, and he was ready to be haggled.
"here!"
Day is to want to take out a couple of silver to the painting booth owner.
Then he put away the beautiful painting.
This painting of beauty shampooing painted the beauty of Nie Xiaoqian, and it was also painted by the old demon of Montenegro in the past.
This painting is to protect Nie Xiaoqian, but I don’t want her to escape her fate after all.
If this painting hadn’t wandered around and stayed with Nie Xiaoqian, Nie Xiaoqian might not have died, or even if he had died, he wouldn’t have been controlled by the tree demon guy.
The owner of the painting booth suddenly regretted that he should ask for more money when he saw that it was so generous to give money.
It was when the owner of the painting booth regretted that the sky had turned away with the painting.
Into the badlands out of unruly Guobei County is such a place.
Every businessman is fiercer than every other, and the streets are full of wanted criminals who want to exchange bounty for fugitives.
God, this kind of discerning people will not bother, but there are not many discerning people in this world.
Many people see that Tian is alone and a teenager, but they have a bad idea about him.
A middle-aged Jianghu man with a sword stopped in front of the sky and took out a wanted order to compare the appearance of the day.
"Wang Yu, the flower thief, was short in stature and broke the innocence of 14 good women in three months. The reward is 1,200 yuan."
"Look at this figure, you are right."
After comparing the appearance of the middle-aged Jianghu people with the wanted order, they said that Tian was a flower thief.
Day curious glanced at middle-aged Jianghu people wanted.
The wanted poster painted a face with a lot of beard and a fierce face.
God really doesn’t see the slightest resemblance between the portrait man and himself.
"Come with me to the yamen!"
As the Jianghu people say this, they will grab the collar of the sky and escort it to the yamen.
"I hate you so much?"
Take a step back from the Jianghu people and ask.
But he added, "It’s just that I’m not in the mood to listen to your explanation."
"Zheng-"
Cold light flashes and a crisp sword sings.
Before the Jianghu people can react, his sword has fallen into the hands of Heaven.
"I have heard of a killer named Central Plains Little Red. It is said that his body will never be hurt except for a little red dot between the eyebrows."
"Many people say that his swordsmanship is amazing."
"This little red sword technique is actually very simple!"