12: The life of a fortune teller from scratch (12)

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12: The life of a fortune teller from scratch (12)

    Party B's Yunhe was immediately very excited.

    Appeared! His most anticipated part!

    Next, let him perform a hand-to-hand catch!

    in the perspective of others.

    In the face of the extremely strong blade, the beautiful young man with a dull complexion did not retreat but advanced. He only stretched out one hand and used two slender fingers to clamp the blade.

    Blessed Yingchi, known as the strongest soldier, can no longer let his knife advance an inch.

    Everyone looked horrified.

    The man who took out the knife laughed.

    The next moment, the tip of the knife shattered and penetrated the young man's chest instantly.

    Party B Yunhe: Damn it, I was careless.

    He took a step back, looking at his blood-stained chest, feeling a little embarrassed.

    Because the speed is too fast, the damage is too deadly.

    So he didn't have time to feel the pain, the wound healed...

    He was thinking about whether he should play it, lie down on the ground and get up.

    At this time, I don't quite understand why the system doesn't fill up his defenses.

    [Offensive is the best defense. The system recommends that you use your time playing games to learn combat skills. ]

    The system cannot understand why there are such aggressive hosts in the world.

    What's the difference between this and a few hundred million in your hands, and you sleep on your pillow without spending any money? !

    The host of Wuchengqi pretended not to hear anything, but looked at the knife in front of him that was restored to its original state, and disassembled the knife with the gold element used to remove the handcuffs.

    He lowered his head and separated the blood on his clothes, pretending that nothing happened: "Didn't you say I'm innocent? What is this doing?"

    "The person who organized these documents has passed away, and we need to confirm your true level."

    The chiefs sitting on the seats gave Fudi Yingchi a headache, and the tone was as gentle and careful as possible: "Although Mr. Fudi is not a transcendence, he is also one of the best among the power users. He has contributed quite a bit, and I apologize for his offense."

    His words didn't seem to have the effect of softening the atmosphere, and the two strongest people in the room looked at each other.

    The atmosphere is heavy.

    Everyone stood in the conference room that had been divided into two halves, thinking about whether this meeting could be held.

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