"If you dare to attack my master, then you will die!"

The crossbowmen had pale faces, and the crossbow arrows were shot, but the muskets were rotating in several rows.

This is a fart!

Xin Laoqi moved his hand slightly and was about to wave it.

The man stared at Xin Laoqi tightly, feeling that he had never encountered such a guy who didn't know how to adapt, but he could take his own life.

"Old Qi!"

Xin Laoqi was stunned, then lowered his head and said, "Master."

"Xinghe Bo..."

The man survived death, and with his nature, he could not help but sweat. When he recalled his feelings just now, he couldn't help but sigh at the terror between life and death.

"Lao Qi, let them go!"

"Yes, Master."

Xin Laoqi waved his hand behind the group of crossbowmen, and then he took back the guns. Then footsteps came and scattered to both sides.

The man gasped hard and hiddenly, turned around and prepared to take his people away.

"What's your name?"
Chapter completed!