When white smoke was rising angrily from above my head, the commotion moved toward Hu Xiang, who was caught by Sima Qing and was fighting with the air.

"Oh my god, little brother, have you also been defiled by the grass-picking thief?!"

"Look, everyone, this guy also has a terrible scar on his face! Does this grass-picking thief have a special feeling for scars?"

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The onlookers all touched their cheeks, and those who found that they had no scars felt relieved at the same time. Those with scars quickly covered their scars and ran away quickly... [

"The daughter of the Kimura family is here!"

At this time, I don't know who made a loud and earth-shaking shout, and the onlookers were "squeaking", each one faster than the other. I saw black shadows running around in front of me. When I saw the situation clearly

, the originally lively streets were now deserted.

There was a billow of smoke and dust on the street, as if an army was galloping past on horse-drawn carriages! The cool wind blew withered leaves, whistling by, leaving a desolate place.

When I came back to my senses, I found myself in a small alley, with Sima Yang holding my waist tightly. Hu Xiang was standing behind Sima Qing, hugging his waist tightly...
Chapter completed!