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Chapter 8 It's useless to shout all the eighteen generations of our ancestors! [Come to the starting point](2/2)

Just as he was about to catch up with Jia Yan, who struck out with a knife, he saw the knife pointed at the others and was stunned. Please spare his life.

pyridine.

The sword light once again resembled a black meteor streaking across the sky, illuminating a small area of ​​the dusk sky.

Indescribable bruises of flesh and blood were dripping on the ground. After one blow, the bandit team of thirty or forty people was reduced by more than twenty people.

There are very few left alive.

They all turned around and ran away. Some even spotted a young boatman fleeing further away and could not help but curse.

This guy is not kind. It turned out that he was killed by such a ruthless person. Why didn't you tell me earlier and asked your brothers to die in vain?

"I'm sorry, Uncle Tang. I'm a dead Taoist but not a poor Taoist. Just stop him for me."

The young man turned around and shouted meaningfully.

He was also shocked.

I thought that people in the 30s and 40s could hold on for at least a dozen breaths, but now I can't take five breaths, and I still can't escape from the sight of the strong man. There are only three or two kittens left among you?

It's a little too useless.

"Who are you trying to stop? Do you want my help?"

Suddenly, a very familiar voice sounded in front of the young man, and the voice was so creepy.

The young boatman felt his heart tightening, and his pupils were so frightened that they became smaller.

Looking back to the front, he couldn't help but recognize at a glance that this strong man, who was two heads taller than an ordinary man, was the God of Death who was just a hundred meters away.

When did he run ahead of me?

"My daddy!"

Are your parents on board?

It's useless even if you call out all eighteen generations of your ancestors!

Jia Yan looked at him jokingly, and found that the boy's eyes were rolling, and he looked at him suddenly running through the gap in his hand, and was about to run away.

However, how could his little tricks be used in the hands of a strong man?

The boatman felt his collar tighten suddenly, and he was suddenly caught in the sweeper's hand.

Puff.

Before he could turn around in time, he heard the sound of two more swords entering the body behind him, and in the distance came the unwilling wailing of the last few besiegers before they died.

Okay, now they are all dead.

Those people must have escaped at least hundreds of meters, but they were still killed by strong men. This shows that this man has great magical powers, and a sword with a ghost head may have unpredictable power.

"Sir, I really don't want to escape, do you believe it?"

The boatman tried his best to calm down, with a sly look on his face and a smile on his face. He looked like a young man, but his face was wrinkled as if he were seventy or eighty years old.

Licking a dog is simply more exaggerated than groveling.

There is no other way, this is what you have to do to survive.

"Are you going to say that you are running away to get information about the front so that you can continue to lead the way for me?"

"Yes, that's it. As expected, adults understand villains. I will lead you the way. There will no longer be these sieges in the front."

The young man hit the snake and followed it with a stick, and quickly admitted Jia Yan's statement.

Jia Yan casually let go of his big hand on his collar and looked at the front of the green water beach, showing some surprise, but did nothing.

During the battle just now, he felt a relatively strong wave, which seemed to have some fighting spirit, and then disappeared quickly.

"You lead the way."

Jia Yan put the ghost-headed sword back into its scabbard with no blood on the blade.

"Okay, just keep looking at the roadside. Our green water beach is still a bit difficult to walk on."

The young boatman nodded and bowed. People who didn't know better thought that Jia Yan was some kind of benefactor to him.

It's not wrong to say he was a benefactor, because Jia Yan spared his life.

There was a young man leading the way, so it went smoothly. Jia Yan slowly approached the so-called prosperous place of Lushuitan, as if strolling leisurely.

To put it bluntly, the size of a small town is dozens of times smaller than that of big cities in the outside world, even the small counties we have seen before.

People were walking on the road in a hurry, but almost all of them were familiar faces to the young boatman. Some people even greeted him, but they were ignored by the young boatman, earning him a lot of angry looks.

It's not like no one noticed the tall and strong Jia Yan's clone. After looking at it one by one, they put a slightly strange look on the young boatman.

It seems that they have all misunderstood, thinking that this man is another person who has come to seek refuge in Green Water Beach. No wonder the young boatman has his tail raised in the sky. The strong man in black robe looks extraordinary. He may have a good net worth. If the boatman seizes half of it, it will be enough.

They held their heads high.

This matter is normal in Green Water Beach, and no one hinders anything. At most, the eyes are a bit complicated.

"Sir, I will take you to see our beach owner. Can you promise not to harm other people in the beach?"

"Oh? You actually think about others?"

Jia Yan was a little surprised.

"No, I don't have a good impression of most people here, but I have two adopted sisters... they are still young..."

The young man scratched his head and said with some fear.
Chapter completed!
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