Here, the sound of the bell and the sound of the iron flute are fighting, although it is not as good as the competition of the master of internal force who uses sound as a weapon, but it is still a tight fight. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The string of bells comes and goes, the bell on the whip is more than the hole on the iron flute, and she doesn't believe that she can lose, it seems that she doesn't know the flute art, and the iron flute will not compare the number and speed of a sound with the string of bells, Ke Chuangshang wants to win in the rhythm and timbre.

Ba Ta Xi began to get anxious, and shook his weapon violently, trying to outperform Ke Chuang in volume. But don't look at the flute on Ke Chuang, although it is rapid but energetic, its pitch is much stronger than that of a string of bells thrown indiscriminately.

Ba Ta listened carefully to his string of bells, although the sound was more than the iron flute, but it was so ugly, so messy, annoyed and angry, he threw the weapon at the iron flute on Ke Chuang, and he wished to destroy the iron flute at once.

Ke Chuang did not panic, and moved away lightly with a graceful posture while playing the flute, and his voice became more and more proud, from which a mocking feeling could be heard, even a layman who did not understand music could hear it, which made Ba Ta Xian even more uncomfortable.

Ba Tao was so angry that the fox roared, and with a shake of the string of bell whips no longer attacking the flute, the mouth and hand that played the flute sounded on the attacker. Ke Chuang was still not in a hurry, but also played the flute with a wonderful attitude, and used the iron flute to pick up the whip of the string of bell whips, and the whip immediately seemed to be "ouch" and rolled back, and the whip tip went to the back of the hand of the hand holding the weapon, and immediately made the Ba Chuang fine "oops", gritted his teeth, shook the weapon, and let the string bell whip go around a big circle, and directly ran to the top of Ke Chuang's head to hit the vital point, this time it was much more ruthless than before.

This time, Ke Chuang didn't hide, and blew leisurely, as if he was very disdainful of such a ruthless trick.

Ba Ta was so angry that he was about to become a "fire fox", and he added three points of ruthlessness to his hand, and wanted to kill Ke, but just over half of the string bell whip fell, a familiar hand grabbed her arm, and the familiar hand went back so that she didn't resist after receiving the trick.

"What are you doing here? My sisters can't be real because of anything. "Boss, you don't know, it was this dead girl who told Uncle You the exact time and place of the killer conference, she was a mole." "Oh? Is it? Do you have proof? "What evidence is used for this? Anyway, you and An Jing can't go to the snitch, and she is the only one of the four of us who can do this kind of thing. ”

"Hmph, if everyone relies on speculation and doesn't talk about evidence, what else do we need to do with those of us who handle cases?" At this time, Hao Jia, who came over, said.

"Hey, you're here? I was about to tell you that Shen Hate is suspicious of not doing this transaction, and the people of the Huang family don't seem to have anything to do. "You are also a thing.

"Really? That couldn't be better. Is there anything else you want me to do? Hao Jiahuo, who saw a smile on his face, asked You again.

"I'm looking for you? No, when did I ever look for you? You Youwu asked with a frown.

"Hey, didn't you ask Miss Ke to find me?" Hao Jiahuo also frowned and asked.

"I said what? This dead girl is not a traitor, I want to hoe and rape today. As he spoke, he had to do it again.

"Can you get someone to make it clear first?" You Youwu snatched her weapon while scolding, and then looked at Ke Chuang with his eyes.

Ke Chuangshang was not in a hurry to defend himself, yes, those who are clear are self-purifying, why do they need to justify.

"Oh no, I'm fooled." Hao Jiahuo suddenly realized, and immediately turned around and ran back towards the prefect's yamen.

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