The uncle didn't understand the situation, and only said that just now, a group of black-clothed people fell from the sky, and dozens of boatmen were killed before everyone could react.

"Presumptuous."

Xiao Wei's voice was not high, but it was enough to freeze the disturbing discussions at the Yahe Wharf, and Cao Ruoshui knelt directly in a pool of blood, not daring to say a word.

Xie Wuyi raised her head, against the light, she couldn't see Xiao Wei's expression clearly, she could only see his straight and straight outline, like a cedar rising from the maple-dyed soil.

In this world, he is the only one, standing there, and he is the most pure and cultivated existence in the world.

But Xie Wuyi knew that Xiao Wei at this moment was as angry as her.

Pain and burning under the hands......

Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Old Man is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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