An inch short and an inch dangerous, I definitely can't let him get close, but fortunately, at this time, my speed can keep up with him, and the power in my body is endless, and I can still maintain it, so I can only stalemate with him, and I can't please him at all.

The ghost shoemaker, who was struggling to attack, suddenly froze, then took a few steps back and shook his head.

I wiped, took advantage of the opportunity and wanted to run, I was stabbed in the face by this old man through the wound, naturally unwilling, carrying a knife to catch up with him, he returned to the stall, rummaged in the toolbox a few times, and took out a full forty or fifty centimeter long "awl" from it, this thing, called an awl is no longer appropriate, it should be called a military thorn.

Dare to love this old guy doesn't want a truce or admit intimidation, but the guy in his hand doesn't have an advantage, change

Chapter 247 of "A Few Degrees of Ghost Title Injustice in Ten Years" The three cobblers are in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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