"Hateful Tales" fifty-eight
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In fact, Xiao Du didn't know that the superintendent in his mouth was already a family member who paid his guys, and most of the work was at his disposal.
"Let's talk about this part of the story you wrote. I'm a big fan of ......" "Isn't it time to say 'but'?" "Hehe, with all due respect, you seem to be a bit ...... Not confident. "I should say that I am self-aware. "I have already said in the former, those of us who write stories are rich in imagination, but we should not be suspicious of everything, which can not only disturb our own self-confidence, but also may be bad. "Actually, I mean that although I have taken the path of mythology before, you don't have to be bound by your thinking, after all, you even have muskets now, and you don't seem to use all the characters in my previous hometown. Of course, how to make it up depends on the main writer, as long as the palm is good, it's a big deal that I'll help you polish it and then complete it. "That'...... Just try it another way?" "Anyway, it doesn't hurt to practice your brain, unless you want to go to bed right now. ā
"Bang".
At this moment, an object flew in, and the snow in front of the god's feet was splashed by flying guns.
The old woman was also so frightened that she fell into the snow.
At this time, the god of catching the weapon saw the lonely fox holding a short musket walking towards him, not only the two legs were moving when walking, almost the whole body was moving, in the dance, this way of walking was called "white fox stepping jade", but it was a "good match" with this situation, it was really beautiful to walk, and the muzzle in her hand was in stark contrast to the short musket of the god catcher.
What an evil beauty!
"Firearms have always been under the control of the imperial court. How the hell did you get it?" "Hmph, go and ask the dead ghost who was beheaded by the Duke this morning. ā
The lonely fox looked at the god catcher with a good look, and said to the old woman next to him: "Old lady, hand over the things quickly, I still have to give my life to our boss." ā
"No, I can't give it, I'm going to find my son. "Old lady, no matter how fast you run, you can't run as fast as the gun in my hand, right? Well, if it weren't for the last resort, I wouldn't want to do anything rude to an old woman. ā
As he spoke, the lonely fox also had good eyes, but leaned over to the old woman, and at the same time the idle hand also stretched out.
The old woman hesitated and hesitated, as if she had figured out the truth of "staying in the green mountains without fear of no firewood", closed her eyes, lowered her head and sighed, and handed over the box with one hand.
"Huh, don't break it!"
After the reminder of the god of catching, the lonely fox couldn't help but turn his head to the old woman, and as a result, he instantly felt that the short musket in his hand had the force of snatching, and when he turned his head over, he saw that his short musket was already in the middle of the god's iron hand flying, and was retreating in mid-air, and hurriedly strode forward to pull, the gun fell into the snow, and the lonely fox wanted to snatch it back, but the short musket let the back of the iron hand fly to sweep out, she wanted to chase, but let the iron hand fly to stop it.