After walking for most of the day, I finally arrived at a small town - Fengming Town.

Ning Ge touched his stomach, hungry.

Touch the shoulder bag. The hard currency here is the gold coin of the ancient country, and she only has a few yin coins, and she will definitely not be able to spend it......

Rubbing his hungry stomach, Ning Ge came to a crossroads, only to see a group of people suddenly appear from the crossroads, running in all directions.

Ning Ge looked at her in surprise, a big man with a dark complexion, brandishing a kitchen knife the size of a fan, rushed towards her like a galloping horse.

Behind him were several officials dressed in quick clothes, panting and carrying weapons, shouting loudly for pedestrians to retreat carefully as they ran.

Ning Ge was startled, and instinctively flashed to the side of the road.

The big man suddenly stopped two or three meters in front of Ning Ge, and it turned out that several officials also appeared behind Ning Ge, and they attacked back and forth with the previous officials, blocking the big man in the middle.

"Poor Tu, you can't fucking run away, why don't you hurry up and catch it?"

A head-catcher-like official came out of the team, medium height, with a very loud voice, staring at two small mung bean eyes, and holding a snow-bright big knife in his hand.

Suddenly, the head catcher shouted to Ning Ge: "If you don't have long eyes, run." ”

Ning Ge was stunned, and then she saw that the man named Poor Tu was grabbing her, and he should have planned to take her hostage to save her life.

Since Ning Ge became a special manager, he has practiced fist and foot kung fu for 20 years.

Although it can't be said that it is a master in the house, this kind of kitchen knife in the market is no longer a problem. After a few efforts, he clasped Poor Tu's arm upside down behind him, and he screamed in pain, and the kitchen knife in his hand naturally fell to the ground with a "clang~".

The situation was too unexpected, shouting and rushing, and the officials who wanted to stop the poor slaughter stopped unconsciously and stared at Ning Ge in a daze.

"Boss, I'm not dazzled, am I?" A chubby young official, with his mouth wide open, reached out and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"No, we met a master...... "The head catcher blinked two little mung bean eyes, put the knife back into the sheath, and laughed, "The woman is so good." ”

"Woman?" The corners of Ning Ge's mouth twitched, and he hurriedly said, "Don't dare to be, Lord Headcatcher called me...... Miss Ning is fine. ”

The head catcher raised his thumb to Ning Ge, and said with a smile: "Miss Ning is a real woman, this poor slaughter is a robber, killing people and doing all kinds of evil, we chased him for a few days and didn't catch him, but the woman was caught in a few clicks, she is really strong and chivalrous, and the woman doesn't let her eyebrows ......."

Ning Ge had a black line, and he was praised by him to the point of chilling......

Just slaughtering this skill, still killing people and doing all kinds of evil?

What's even more outrageous is that this group of officials hasn't caught it for a few days......

When Qian Tu heard the words of the head catcher, he raised his head and said proudly: "Little Niangpi, do you know that Lao Tzu is powerful?" If you don't let go of Lao Tzu quickly, I may be able to spare you a little life......"

Ning Ge is almost messy in the wind, this one by one...... Who is Durima?

was restrained by her, couldn't even move, and dared to speak out and spare her from death?

The head catcher suddenly glared at the mung bean, "Ning Nuxia, don't listen to this bastard, he committed a capital crime, he has more than a dozen lives on his back, and he will be beheaded soon after he is brought to justice, and he must not threaten the woman." ”

If someone really says something, some people believe it.

Ning Ge couldn't help but shake his head secretly, this head catcher and this poor slaughter were also a perfect match. Ning Ge didn't bother to entangle with them, and pushed the poor slaughter forward, "Leave it to you, I still have something to do, let's leave it ...... not"