Chapter 52 Concave and Convex Man

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The sword clan ignored these perverts and squatted down to bring the fire basin into it to ensure that the butterfly dance would not be cold. Then the sword clan returned to the crowd.

The purple sword came over with lust: "Master Shaozhuang, is the skin of the butterfly door owner as slippery as snow?"

The sword clan was disgusted and quickly sat far away: "Don't be as virtuous as Dugu picking flowers."

Yi Jianchen laughed and laughed: "Zi Jian, as long as you see the beautiful woman of **, you can't control it. Young master, you have to pay attention at night. "Lone picking flowers?" The words turned around, and his face was particularly cold: "It doesn't matter if you don't mention that color embryo."

At this time, the sword clan didn't want to talk about Dugu picking flowers, so they quickly opened the topic: "Why is the owner of the Purple Sword Gate here?"

"The plane crashed." Purple Sword Wuya was dejected. The sword clan and Yi Jianchen were speechless. They really didn't know how to say it and comforted them? Not comforting? Mocking? It seems that nothing is easy to say.

Sword clan: "Can the wooden eagle still fly?"

"Can, just fix it. I've buried the wooden eagle." Zijian Wuya nodded affirmatively: "It's just that the right wing organ was broken."

"You killed the dwarf in this room." The swordsman casually touched a trace of blood, and suddenly understood something in his heart.

Zijian Wuya nodded: "After I buried the wooden eagle, I found food and found it here. Later, when it rained, I broke in. Before several dwarfs could call for help, they were solved by me. Then after an hour or two, you knocked on the door. It's getting late now. I'm going to bed." Purple Sword Wuya yawned as he spoke.

After hearing this, the swordsman quickly greeted everyone to sleep. Let's all sleep. Tomorrow, we will inquire about Uncle Xiao. The swordsman greets everyone and rests quickly. At the moment of sleep, the sword clan deliberately showed off the cold blade in his hand and warned the elders in front of him: "Uncle Xiao's temper is more fierce than my younger generation. The two door owners and the two big brothers have kept Uncle Xiao in their hearts."

"Brothers are like brothers, women are like clothes." Zijian Wuya took a sip of cold wine and took care of himself.

"That's good." The swordsman also took a wine pot and took a sip. Grandma's is an authentic dwarf liquor, which is said to be called Foster. The next second, the ice blade in the sword clan's hand directly stabbed the purple sword Wuya: "Your sister, go to bed quickly."

It turned out that Purple Sword Wuya said, "Brothers are like siblings, and women are like clothes." Then he said, "It's a pity that I have been running naked for 40 years. I really don't want to run naked tonight."

Suddenly, the people in the room burst out laughing. After the sword clan stabbed the purple sword, it also ended. Reclining on the corner to sleep, the height of the house is really a little tricky, and the swordsman can only lie on the ground.

A trace of demon yang's light shone in outside the window, and the sword clan rubbed his eyes, which made him sleep for a long time. The fire in the room has been extinguished clean. The clothes hanging next to him have also dried a lot, and the sword clan breathed a sigh of relief. Then he began to ask the people who were still asleep to get up quickly.

"Young master, brothers still want to sleep for a while." Yi Jianchen rubbed his eyes, tilted his head, and continued to sleep.

The swordsman was about to swear, but suddenly there was a knock outside the door: "Figoas, get up, everyone is waiting for you to gather."

"Figoas, get up quickly."

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The knock on the door outside the door was still ringing, and the call continued. At this time, the different dust and the purple sword were boundless, and the disciples of the broken sword gate pulled out their weapons and looked at the door nervously. This is really too sudden. The swordsman retreated next door with a cold blade in his hand: "Who can imitate the dwarfs?" After saying that, the sword clan looked at the two people, Yi Jianchen and Zi Jian Wuya. Thinking of the sword clan, these two uncles can imitate the words of the dwarfs.

Yi Jianchen shook his head, and Zi Jian Wuya thought about it. At this time, the knock on the door sounded again.

"Figoas, the village head wants you to gather."

Purple Sword Wuya made up his mind: "I'll try it." After saying that, Zijian Wuya pinched his nose and came to the door: "Who is it?" The sound of the purple sword is really a little strange, and it is difficult to make people not suspicious.

"Figoas, it's my Ottoman. Can't you recognize my voice? What's wrong with you today?

Zijian Wuya continued to pinch his nose in a strange tone: "I have a cold. The rain last night was really too heavy." Zijian Wuya was just proud of his idea. Cold sweat flowed in a blink of an eye. Zijian Wuya found a burst of laughter behind him, the kind that he couldn't hold back his laughter and couldn't hold back.

This laughter was not only heard by the Purple Sword, but also by the dust. A group of people turned their heads and saw that it was the Soege sword clan laughing.

The Soege Swordsman covered their mouths vigorously and shook their hands: "Go on, go on." After saying that, the sword clan laughed: "Concave and convex man, I really can't hold it."

Yi Jianchen directly clicked the dumb hole for the sword clan and whispered, "I don't understand why the young master suddenly laughed."

There was also a questioning voice outside the door: "Figoas, what's the matter? Who else in your room?" As soon as the words fell, the door began to bang and bang.

Several people's faces are pale, one is paler than the other. The purple sword Wuya by the door was sweating coldly, and the abacus in his heart kept crackling, one idea after another.

The swordsman made a deep voice: "Let him in." He was speechless and white-eyed, and whispered, "Your sister, you broke through my acupuncture point so quickly."

When the swordsman said this, Zijian Wuya immediately retreated to the door, pulled the handle and pulled it back. There was a loud noise. A dark shadow rushed in, and the ice blade in the sword clan's hand stabbed forward. This sword was so cruel that it would never hit anyone. A sword goes straight to the end. When the sword clan stabbed out, the sword and the weapons in the hands of the two disciples of the Broken Sword Gate were even more ruthless. For a moment, the dwarf who rushed in because of inertia didn't say a word and went to see the so-called God of Light.

The sword clan pressed Otoman's shoulder with one hand and pulled out the ice blade: "Let's get out of here quickly and go through the back door."

Zijian Wuya closed the door, and the dust quickly packed up his things and threw away all the dried beef and so on. Foster took a lot, plus some fruits such as Ganoderma lucidum. The sword clan walked three steps as two steps, and the sword clan climbed into the butterfly dance and slept in the bedroom. In front of us is a beautiful picture of spring. As soon as he wanted to come in, he was blocked by the swordsman: "Wait a minute."

He understood and didn't say anything. He waved the knife and blocked all the people behind him: "I'm changing clothes."

The Soege sword clan in the room began to act quickly, and the belly pocket and so on quickly put it on the butterfly dance. As for such a troublesome thing as the button, the sword clan may mess it up.

With a crack, a bright red palm print appeared on the swordsman's face. The slap was really loud, and the room over there was cleaned up. The suspicious purple sword Wuya was stunned all of a sudden.

"Did you see my body last night?" The roar of the butterfly dance came as scheduled. The swordsman half squatted, covered his face, and the other hand blocked the slap of the butterfly dance in time: "Get ready to go, we're going to be found."

"I'll settle with you first." Butterfly dance doesn't care how you wear your belly pocket? Get up and get ready to stand up, guessing to give the swordsman a horse. With a bang, the height of the dwarf's room was really pitiful. The attempt to stand up with two arms high (accompared to one meter of the earth) was naturally failed, and a big bag rose on his head.

The power used by the butterfly dance to get up was really too strong. He covered his head, fell to the ground, gritted his teeth, and even tears flowed out in pain: "Swords save me."

The swordsman burst into tears and took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket: "This is powder. It should be useful. You can apply it."

Butterfly dance rubbed his head while squinting at the roof and scolding: "What the fuck are you looking for? It's not as good as a cave."

"It's a dwarf's house. We are about to be found and must retreat through the back door." After saying that, the swordsman kicked open the door next to the butterfly dance, and the swordsman climbed out. His sister's door was really too short. Then Strange Dust and Purple Sword Wuya also came out of the front door.

When the swords saw that these guys had a shortcut and didn't take a long way, they suddenly felt strange: "Why did you come out of the front door?"

The dust burst into tears: "You think anyone can look at the body of the butterfly door owner. I guess it's just your boy who has this blessing."

The seven orifices of the sword family are full of smoke, and the palm prints on their faces are still bright red. They dare to look like these little ones. Just as the swordsmen were making miscellaneous things, the butterfly dance had already flown out, with a gloomy face: "Let's go."

The swords kicked and closed the back door: "Let's go around the village and walk to the grass opposite."

"Why?" Different sight dust means that everyone asked this doubt. He is still very experienced in butterfly dance: "On the contrary." Butterfly dance said, as the saying goes, the female tiger is powerful, who dares not accept it, not to mention the bright red palm print on the face of the young master is the evidence. The group of people bent down and squatted and ran. Take the best plug-in light kung fu, it's not a matter of bypassing a village.

The swords circled around the grass beside the village and looked at the forest opposite: "It's so dangerous."

Butterfly Dance rubbed the bag on his head vigorously while looking at the situation opposite: "Fortunately, we left early. You can see a lot of dwarfs coming there."

What the butterfly dance said is absolutely right. In the forest of the 300 arms of the sword clan, a group of dwarfs have appeared, and the hammers and bows in their hands are very dazzling.

Seeing this situation, the swordsman squatted into the grass without thinking about turning around: "Let's also withdraw quickly and don't be found by others."

Bie Dance stared at the swordsman fiercely and straightened his clothes: "I'll settle with you later." Yi Jianchen and Zi Jian Wuya made fun in their bitterness, and the obscene smiles piled up on their faces, which made the butterfly dance murderous. This group of obscene people stopped their smiles.