Blood rolled down from Xingli's temples and gathered on her chin and dripped.

The pupils of the golden sè were wide open, and they looked ahead in disbelief.

The idiot's hand blocked her sun.

On the back of his hand, a flying knife stabbed in hard.

He took back his injured left hand, pulled the flying knife out of his palm. His cold pupils seemed to have not felt any pain, staring at Xingli in front of him.

“…

1 Ming robber, plus a princess, formed a team of people."

"On the second day of this story, the original mount of the old horse turned into 17 horses. Then, the story came here. So, what happened next?"

As Xingli stared blankly, the idiot tore off the cloth strip of his clothes, wrapped his injured left hand, and slowly said, "This is the beginning of the story. At the same time, it is also the ending."

"But the same, there is another version of this story, that is, the princess disappeared and became a famous robber again. In the end, the robbers completely hid the treasure they stolen and left a riddle for the later treasure hunters. So, what about these robbers?"
Chapter completed!