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"Children can't speak" Chapter 10 You should have a language.
Yang Jian stepped forward with a smile on his face. When life and death matter, everything in front of him is true or not, and he has completely put it aside. Although he was only once a god man, it was difficult for mortals to get into the sword, so he took a risk. But standing there and looking around, it has its own momentum, which makes people dare not underestimate.
The woman in red behind her was anxious, but did not dare to make any noise, with a little smile on her face. Reluctantly, the man in blue stood up, picked up his sword and stepped forward, standing side by side with the woman in red, with a worried and anxious face and some indecision.
Arbitrary red looked at the child standing in front of him, angry and dignified. The crane god also took a step and clenched his weapon.
Yang Jian, who arbitrarily raised his knife over his head and locked it five paces away, became more and more breathless, but regarded this five-or six-year-old child as an enemy in life.
A group of men in black also approached, holding their breath, and no one was silent.
The man in blue looked at Arbitrary Red, showing more and more sharp knife meaning. He vaguely remembered the arbitrary red death warrant knife when he fought against the eight masters of heterodox at the top of Mount Tai not long ago.
Will Yaner be all right?
He clenched the sword in his hand.
Arbitrary red step, almost all eyes followed in his footsteps.
One step away.
Two steps ...