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The crowd swallowed their saliva and licked their dry lips. They raised their bowls one after another to quench their thirst. The two officers of the Board of Justice were not on the same side as them. Their eyes were almost blue with hunger.

The shopkeeper's hands started to get busy faster and faster, until he could only see a patch of bright red. The shopkeeper's hands started to get busy, until he could only see a patch of bright red. All of his men held their heads, and one of them forcefully opened his eyes and growled in a low voice, "There's a problem — —" Then he went silent.

Only then did the shopkeeper stop his hands. He picked up his abacus and looked at everyone.

At this moment, Leftover Dog took off his hat, his originally bent waist instantly straightened up, the smile on his face also disappeared as he disdainfully said, "The Dragon Sword Villa is only so so. Shopkeeper Tang, what should we do with it?"

"Come out!" Shopkeeper Tang acted the same as before. There wasn't a single difference. As soon as she finished speaking, more than ten subordinates rushed out from her surroundings.

"Carry the coffin to the backyard and put it under strict guard. We'll deliver it tomorrow." Those people seemed to be extremely respectful to Shopkeeper Tang. They did not dare to have any doubts, so they lifted the coffin and left.

"What about these people?" The dog raised his leg and kicked Wangcai.

Manager Tang glanced at the people in the hall and said expressionlessly, "Kill them all."

"You got lucky!" cried the dog, in his high voice.

The killing intent in the hall surged. In just a few moments, a saber light flashed, and all of this was suddenly interrupted.

"Who dares!" After a shout, a person entered with a spear in hand. His figure was lofty and his bearing extraordinary as he looked at Shopkeeper Tang.

"The Villa Master of Dragon Sword Villa? "It's a good timing." Shopkeeper Tang was still holding onto her plan. There wasn't a hint of panic on his face that was hard for a dog to hide. When he saw all of this, an idea popped up in his heart.

"Seven Kills?"

"You know about it?" Manager Tang was still calm when faced with his identity being seen through. He hadn't guessed wrong. She was Seven Kills, and so was the dog. The so-called Seven Killing Strikes was the most famous assassination organization in the entire martial arts world. Men were killed, women were killed, old people were killed, children were killed, people were killed, innocent people were killed, and so it was called the Seven Killing Strikes. The mission had to be accomplished. He had to catch up to his target until he died. Only then would he be willing to give up.

"Who else but Seven Kills can be so deeply hidden and so vicious?"

Dan Rong untied the gourd on his back and poured some wine into his mouth. He laughed out loud as he looked at Shopkeeper Tang and said, "You're such a beautiful woman, how could you be a thief?"

"Same here."

"Eldest Manor Lord, you sure are thick-skinned." Leftover Dog, who was still bowing, took a step forward and said respectfully. He had never seen a bandit who dared to call another bandit a bandit.

Dan Rong hung up the gourd and wiped his mouth. "Then, let's light this fellow up."

"I say, Master, let's not shine anymore. We know that our martial arts are inferior to yours, but can you protect so many people by yourself? Can you control all of us by yourself? "

"Lefty, you talk too much." Shopkeeper Tang only glanced at the dog leftovers. For a moment, she didn't want to kill this man in front of her. He didn't reveal his usual expression to her. She had always known about her looks. Before she had any idea about looks, people said that she was born beautiful, that she was handsome, and that she was a natural bewitching person. For this reason, she was the one who would have died when the children they had trained together could only have survived the final battle. They were like the Five Poisons, only the one that survived was qualified to become a Gu mother. It was also because of her beauty. When she closed her eyes waiting for death to come, a voice floated over: "Keep this, it's useful." That was the only time two people survived. Thinking of the days she spent with her parents and the days and nights of training after being kidnapped, her heart still ached. In all these years, it had never changed. However, why was it that when this man looked at her, he did not have a single trace of profanation, nor did he seem lustful or surprised? Sometimes she hated her face, and sometimes she had to be grateful. She was not that Gu Mother. She was still a defective product left behind by Heaven's grace. She could not be as calm as water, nor was she the most outstanding member of the organisation. Her weakness had always been there, and it was unknown when it would take her life.

"Broth Noodle Soup, you're just a leftover dog." As he spoke, Lefty ripped off a human skin mask from his face, revealing a sinister and vicious face. "I'm using chopsticks now."

Dan Rong Bu didn't expect that their disguise techniques would be so ingenious. He immediately felt that something wasn't right, and asked: "Where's the original dog leftover?"

"What do you think, Manor Lord?" As the chopstick spoke, a cold light flashed. "If I can pretend to be him for one day, it won't be a injustice for him to die."

"Are you the one who ordered the noodle soup?"

She didn't expect that the devastatingly beautiful lady would have such a name. She turned her head and looked at the chopsticks indifferently, full of disdain. She scolded, "Even the noodle soup was called by you!" She had always hated this name. Whether it was the noodle soup or the chopsticks, it was just a codename randomly chosen by her master. It was not any different from a dog or a cat.

"Yes, yes, yes, your subordinate understands." As the chopstick spoke, it bent its body, but there was no sign of guilt in its eyes.

"Manor lord, you are receiving this attack!" Broth Noodle Soup didn't want to pester her any longer. She had said too much today.

Since the opponent was a woman, how could he make the first move? Just as he was about to speak, the soup noodle soup suddenly sprang up and a bead shot out of it. Without even the slightest hesitation, his huge body collapsed onto the ground.

"Tsk." Chopsticks took the opportunity to kick his body in disdain, "The martial arts world used the word 'woo woo' on you, but today you threw yourself on the ground. "Bah!" As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the bowl of noodles with a pair of cold and detached eyes, "Broth Noodle Soup, you've done a great service today."

"I'll say it again, you didn't order the noodle soup."

"Look at my mouth." The chopsticks lightly slapped his face and said, "I wonder if this guy is completely dead. I'll make up for it with seven, eight cuts." As he spoke, he pulled out a one-foot long blade from his boots.

"Bastard!" Broth frowned and said, "Do you think you can match my goal?" As she spoke, she slowly walked over to the body. She hadn't thought that he would be so easy to deal with. She also hadn't thought that he would actually let her make the first move. In her entire life, she had never met such a fool! She looked down at the body at her feet and for a moment did not know what to say.

"What's wrong? Manager Tang was moved by this kid? "

"You …" The words on the noodle soup couldn't be said out loud. Half of her body went numb and she couldn't move anymore. All the experience and speed she had accumulated over the years could only make him move his body away from the chopsticks.

"You want to rebel!" Broth Noodle Soup Dumplings glared furiously. In the Seven Kills, there was no kindness nor friendship. She had always known that, but with strict discipline, no one dared to act rashly. Thinking of this point, Broth's heart sank.

"I would not dare."