Chapter 118: Return my breastplate

The palm wind is fierce, and he has used all his strength. It can be seen that he has practiced, and at least has the strength of a second-level adventurer. If he is replaced by an ordinary person, he will be hit on the head firmly by this blow, at least It was also a severe concussion.
However, with his attack power, it still does no harm to me, but I also can’t let it go. I was hit by this slap. The reason is very simple. As a sixth-level adventurer, even a second-level junior Xiami's slap can't hide, if these words are spread, what face do I have to mess with in Eri City!
The right hand continued to increase the strength, the left hand put on the guard at an extremely fast speed, clenched his fist, and hammered towards the fan of the palm.
There was a muffled sound of'boom', and the palms of the fists were joined together. The big man screamed, shook his arms, and pulled his right arm back, with a painful expression on his face, his left hand squeezed his right wrist tightly, a big drop Big drops of cold sweat fell.
Looking at his right hand, it was only a blink of an eye, and it was already swollen into pig's feet, swaying weakly.
He was so painful that he couldn't shout, but his companions were still able to howl to death.
Whenever I put a little strength on my right hand, every time the bones of his wrist make a slight noise, a stern and miserable howl will come from his mouth, and big drops of cold sweat will fall to the ground.
"Do you still have the strength to scream?" I snorted and said, "Aren't you arrogant just now, why didn't you stand up and beat me?"
The big man grinned, his face full of pain, with countless pleadings in his eyes, but he couldn't say a word, but he was miraculous.
"Some things can be said, some things can't be said." My foot slammed on the big man's shoulder and looked at him coldly, and said: "This time, I don't want your life. Next time, it won't be that simple."
After speaking, he twisted his wrist and pulled upwards, and at the same time, the soles of his feet exerted force and clicked, breaking his entire arm.
The sudden pain directly fainted the big man.
At this time, Charles also recovered from the severe pain of the egg injury. Seeing that his momentum was a little bad, he ran out the door in a hurry.
"You stop me!"
Mi Lulu's figure moved, like a little fox, rushed out with a swish, stretched her right hand forward and grabbed Charles' collar.
However, Charles escaped so fast that it was not something that an adventurer of Mi Lulu's level could catch up. He smashed through the door of the shop and fell out of the shop.
The moment he fell, he yelled loudly: "Come here, come here, return him without paying [Mom] and turn him back, what about people? Come over!"
In an instant, the door of the shop was full of people, and seven or eight people sprang out in a row.
When Mi Lulu rushed to the door, outside the door, he was surrounded by a group of adventurers wearing helmets and armor, and it fell into a trap.
"What do you want to do?" Mi Lulu clenched her fists, blocking the door like a little door god, her brows erected, full of heroism.
"What are you doing?" Charles saw a group of dog-legs coming together, and his arrogance ignited again: "Either you pay the money, or we just smashed the shop!"
The voice was so loud that I could hear clearly in the shop. Vaguely, I heard a violent cough from the back room, and Pachi, who had been sitting on the ground with a pale face, had a face after hearing this cough. Shangchuang was full of worry and eagerness. He cheered up, stood up abruptly, staggered towards the back room, and murmured in his mouth: "Tracey, Tracey..."
I stepped aside, and stood at the door of the back room with his steps. I looked inside. A small bed was covered with a thick quilt. Under the quilt, there was a haggard female dwarf. At this moment, she was not stopping. Shaking his weak body, he coughed fiercely.
Old Paggy quickened his pace, sat down next to the dwarf, slapped the dwarf's frail back with his hands, and an old face showed regret and sadness.
I glanced at this small room, which was piled with all kinds of medicinal materials. With just a glance, I understood why Paige needed money so much.
Those medicinal materials are all price-worthy in Ai Ruicheng.
I took another look at the female dwarf, and saw that her face was sallow, her eye sockets were sunken, her lips had lost much blood, and she knew that she had been sick for a long time.
Looking at the old Paige's eyes, he still refused to leave the female dwarf by an inch. In the depth of the eyes, in addition to the deep attachment, there is also the lingering affection. Presumably, this Tracey should be Old Paggy's wife.
People who love the best are especially precious no matter which world they are in.
Although I can't just fall in love with a woman, I admire those loyal men very much. I shook my head, exhaled, and walked out of the room slowly, and I saw that the momentum at the door was already raging, and it was about to happen. Up.
"I said you are annoying, are you annoying?" I pulled Mi Lulu into the room, and I greeted me alone with an unhappy face.
"Which green onion are you [him] mom!" Someone in the running dog group started yelling at me.
Charles saw my skills with his own eyes. Although he couldn't see the depth, he knew that I couldn't deal with it. He stared and said, "There's nothing wrong with you here. Get out of here, or you will be embarrassed!"
"If you want me to leave, it's okay." He raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, and pointed at Charles: "Return my breastplate."
"Little b bastard, I'll be crazy for you, dare to ask for something from Master Charles!" A running dog following Charles barked at me.
"Yes!" "Yes!"
A group of people started booing.
I showed a smile, shook my wrist, and walked towards Charles: "Not yet, a word."
For some reason, every time I took a step, Charles would take a step back, with an inexplicable panic in his eyes, as if he saw an awesome boss.
"Hey, I said, don't you go back, okay" I smiled unchanged, shook my arms, and twisted my wrists: "I am looking for you for a breastplate, not for your life."
Charles narrowed his eyes and roared: "Go, go, hit me!"
Hula, a dozen adventurers buzzed up like flies.
"Thanks to the warm-up exercise I just did." I didn't even look at it. I punched the adventurer behind him into a nose, then kicked again and kicked the adventurer who was about to rush over. There was a soft click on the knee, and the adventurer's knee was bent into an incredible arc, and he fell to the ground screaming.
Immediately afterwards, I turned around and elbow, and struck another adventurer's chest. Although I had shown mercy to my subordinates, because of the great difference in strength, he was beaten out by me with this blow, and while flying backwards, Also spit out a mouthful of blood.
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