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Chapter 242 It's been around for a long time, and I haven't even seen a fox fur
The knife-carrying young man was a little annoyed wandering around the street, so he glanced angrily at the third junior brother who was holding a bamboo pole: "Xianghu is really in Liu County? We've been walking around the street for a long time, and we don't even have a fox fur see."

"Master's finger counts, when will I miss it?"

Mu Bu's peach-blossom eyes showed a bit of playfulness, and he lazily replied: "You are not as good as you in fighting, and you have never lost in divination."

"Cut, who would trust you so much?"

Mu Jian bickered with him habitually: "Second Junior Sister Xin is pretty much the same."

"Hmph, I don't like to hear your words."

Mu Bujun's face darkened, and he choked back angrily: "Practice the art of stargazing, none of you three can compare to me, or you will not die half immortal, and the word fear is ranked before the word thinking."

"You can pull it down."

Mu Jian choked back without waiting for him to finish speaking: "You did it on purpose. You used the introduction to show off yourself. You had no good intentions when you gave such a nickname at the beginning. You wanted to be superior to other senior brothers."

"I'll go, Mu Jian, your mouth is so poisonous today."

Mu was so frightened that he wanted to cover his mouth with the rags from the bamboo pole: "If not..."

"What if?"

Mu Jian straightened his body, which was obviously a head taller than him, and he was extremely frightened: "You still want to hit me, come on, with your strength, it's almost like scratching an itch, just because your shoulders are a little sore, come on, give me a beat Twice."

"Okay."

Mu Bu suddenly raised his eyebrows, provoking a bit of evil charm, and stretched out his hand to pat Mu Jian: "Come on, master will pat you twice."

Mu Jian instinctively felt bad, held his breath, and turned sideways to avoid it.

However, it was too late.

His eyes blurred, and he suddenly felt short of breath.

"You are ruthless, dare to poison."

He quickly took out a detox pill from the storage ring and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hmph, I was poisoned, what's the matter?"

Mu Bu moved back to the next game, laughing wantonly: "If you have the ability, you can come back, I'm not afraid."

"you."

The two brothers and sisters stared at each other, not convinced by each other.

"The horse is startled, get out of the way."

There was sudden noise from the street not far ahead, accompanied by the neighing of horses in pain and the terrified shouts of passers-by.

A carriage came galloping, and the attendant who was driving anxiously yelled to avoid it, but it was still useless to tighten the reins.

The street suddenly became chaotic, and the passers-by who had no time to dodge were knocked into the air by the startled horse.

"Huan'er, be careful!"

A young child ran out from an alley, and was about to be trampled by a horse's hoof. The woman who came after her turned pale with fright, and staggered and fell to the ground.

The eyes of the four brothers and sisters dimmed, and their nerves tensed suddenly.

"These ghost grandchildren."

Mu Jian clenched the hilt of the knife tightly, and said coldly with his eyebrows: "You actually chased him to Xiliang, causing trouble on the street, you want to die!"

"No, they didn't come after us."

Mu Si reacted quickly, flicked her right hand, and the soft whip rolled forward like a snake.

The whip wrapped around the child with a little flexibility, and threw it at the woman who was almost scared out of her wits.

The woman's reaction was delayed by half a beat. She was so dizzy from being hit by her son that she couldn't catch her breath. She fell to the ground and fainted.

"Tsk tsk, this mother is so stupid."

Mu Hor curled his lips in disgust, looked away from the woman, supported the ground with a bamboo pole, borrowed his strength, took a few steps in the air, rushed to the front of the carriage, and waved a handful of smoke.

The frightened horse's eyes suddenly went dark, its limbs became weak, and it fell to the ground.

"brush."

A long knife followed and flew past his cheek, the sharp blade cut off a few strands of hair.

(End of this chapter)