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There are magic weapons made by the "blacksmith" who can't buy them with money;

There are some of the best blacksmiths who supply the most elite troops from all over the world.

So, Shangwu's friends can't help but want to do something to go back.

As for the price...... It's too shameful to lower the price with the Aragonese people, and many tourists rush to buy it is really "grabbing", and some have to shout and start moving.

So, the joyful people of Aragon greeted the tourists who couldn't wait for them. The whole of Aragon is more lively than during the New Year, and the market is second only to the God of War Festival.

But there are always unhappy people, and the clouds float in their faces, and are swept away by the enthusiasm that swells from all directions, and they come out and scatter again...... Lingering.

Turkey, leading thirty cloudy dragon slayer warriors wandering the bustling streets, and even the clever gray rabbit didn't know what to do next, only to walk aimlessly, looking for the next topic to lift his spirit.

The death of the hound disrupted the turkey's entire plan. Of course, considering that he pressed more than 10,000 gold coins, now, even the food match has been disrupted.

"What are you going to do?" Before you start this topic, you might as well think about "how to get revenge!"

"The hound can't die in vain!" the gray rabbit thought for a long time, completely unthinking about the future of the team.

"Yes!" "Yes!" said the gray rabbit. Our Dragon Slayer Warrior Hunters have never had brothers who died in vain!

"He's a Dumas cheat!"

"Let him pay with blood!"

"I know," the turkey turned back and made a silent gesture at the indignant crowd, and it was not smart for the big stallion to shout at such a thing on the road.

"Think long-term," Turkey made his closing remarks.

A group of dragon-slaying warriors drooped their heads, quite big like defeated dragons, in the bustling flow of people, relying entirely on thick breastplates and strong biceps to make a way out. Scratches are inevitable.

"Bump" "Have"

"I'm a grass and mud horse! You dare to hit me! Boss, hit me with such a contemptible!"

Hearing someone scolding him in the street, the wolf noticed that he had just hit something. "Ah, what?" he asked subconsciously, before he could come back to his senses. Wild wolves have the best relationship with hunting dogs, and they are close relatives in terms of population relations.

"Nima!" the man who was hit raised his hand covering his chest and pointed to the nose of the wild wolf half a head taller than him, "I am a grass and mud horse, where did the countryman jump out, dare to rush into the team of copper hammers!"

With a time buffer of one sentence, dozens of people on both sides reacted.

Half circle to half circle, the heart of the street was surrounded by soldiers on both sides in a sentence like an iron bucket, and the discerning small traders put their goods in their pockets, and ran away with their farts and urine, for fear of being affected by the battle that was about to break out. There are no people watching the excitement, and occasionally one or two uninformed outsiders will be pulled away by the tour guide who comes with them. What a joke! This is Aragon! Onlookers will be hurt by mistake!

"Are you stupid, what are you going to see?" the mother scolded the child.

"Mom, Mom, why don't you let me see, those dozens of uncles are playing games, it's very interesting, are they going to play 'throwing handkerchiefs'?"

Throwing a handkerchief will not kill people, and there are no immortal people in group fights in Aragon, so much so that the written law of Aragon clearly stipulates that both parties are responsible for the group fights to the death, and on average, everyone squats for a month and rescues them, and then continues to fight. If everyone paid for their lives, there would be few men left in all of Aragon.

There is no way to do it, the Aragonese grizzly bears are so hormones, they always have to find a place to vent. Instead of letting them smash and rob, it is better to let two groups of hooligans beat each other, and they can also exercise their bodies, and they will make contributions to the country by going to war with the assassins in the future.

I remember that the first time the stone became known to the world was the beating of seventy middle-level samurai in the tank tavern.

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In three hours, what are our Mrs. Yulin and Xiao Pingguo doing?

A tough samurai can do a lot of things in three hours, including traveling to and from his own mansion a dozen miles away, including getting in and out of his bedroom, including ...... The little white face is not necessarily, running for more than ten miles will make the little apple collapse, so what else can be done?

But it would have been different if Mrs. Yulin had a tall and spacious carriage with thick goose down cushions and sustenance on the wheels of the carriage made by skilled craftsmen.

Especially at the end of the second scene, the heartless colorful monkey used practical actions to show its male animal instincts, which made Mrs. Yulin very addicted, and her heart was itching, and someone always had to scratch it for her.

The carriage was covered with rudimentary soundproofing magic, and that was enough. The shock absorbers on the wheels easily cope with every simple harmonic vibration.

After the task was completed, Little Apple put her arms around Mrs. Yulin, her hands still restless.

"I'm so tired, my dear, you just spare me, let's rest for a while, okay?" Mrs. Yulin begged for mercy.

"No, you don't have to pick right now. "Little Apple is adrenaline-pumped, in addition to being provoked by a demon monkey for thirty minutes in his professionalism, but also because Little Apple is very unhappy when he remembers the contempt of wild boar grass for him.

"You've got to let me vent my fire, I'm not comfortable enough. Little Apple pinched something with her hand, and hugged Mrs. Yulin into her arms and was about to be furious.

"Hmm...... Don't ...... "Actually, in the past, Mrs. Yulin likes him the most "barbaric" appearance, but not today, there will be a face project for a while, she can't sit behind Miri with exhaustion and listlessness, that will make her miss a lot of opportunities to "fight back", for example, this morning, although Miri behaved very elegantly and calmly, but she pressed her hands on her knees, she Miri has no fan, and my Mrs. Yulin has luxury goods in her hands that only nobles play- The feather fan, which is made of the fluff of the Barça swans of the Black Sea, is three thousand kilometers from Aragon, and I covered my mouth with it and laughed for seventeen seconds today, which was much more natural than the fake Misato, and everyone saw it, and I won again.

"Reason" triumphed over desire, and Mrs. Yulin had no choice but to force her spirit to calm down, "There will be a game to watch in a while, can you bear to see me listless and be compared to Misato?" She raised her chin and kissed Little Apple's cheek.

"Hmph!" Little Apple couldn't hold back for a while, with his professional sentiment, he was not so easy to get angry, was it a symptom of kidney deficiency?

"What's the matter, don't be upset. Mrs. Yulin noticed something unusual: "Is there something unhappy, who bullied you?"