Thousand Blades of Death

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When Lu Xiaofeng saw the clay figurine Zhang, he felt lucky to give God a high fragrance. The clay figurine was still alive, and he seemed to live much better than before. He looked at the clay figurine Zhang and decided to three Do not drink tea in the month, only drink alcohol.

Fortunately, Ma Yuan didn't know, otherwise he would drink tea in front of Lu Xiaofeng every day.

Clay figurine stretched out both hands, one was empty, and the other held a wax figure.

Lu Xiaofeng gave him a silver ticket. Clay figurine Zhang only released his other hand, and there was a smile on his face, but the opposite Lu Xiaofeng couldn't laugh. The wax figure's face was actually Simon's face blowing snow.

Ma Yuan just glanced at it, and then glanced at the clay figurine Zhang, speaking without worrying about it.

Instead, he waited for them to leave the clay figurine's place, walk in the alley, and bathe in the sun. He looked at Xiao Xiaoyu's expression on the landing, and reminded him lightly: "Ximen blowing snow seems not to have a beard, he hasn't even been Like your beard."

Lu Xiaofeng jumped up suddenly, because he had been looking at the wax figure, and finally saw the flaw, the color of the wax figure changed.

Ma Yuan was behind him, but suddenly sighed.

The place where the clay figurine Zhang met guests was the place where he worked. The house had windows on all three sides, and a large table was filled with all kinds of porcelain paint and carving brushes. In addition to squeezing clay statues for people, he also carved seals for people and painted happy gods.

When Lu Xiaofeng came for the third time, the old man was lying on the desk and carved a seal. Someone pushed the door and walked in. He didn’t even lift his head. He probably didn’t see Lu Xiaofeng, but when Ma Yuan walked in, he walked straight to him. Knocked on the table, this old man responded.

Who knew that the old man suddenly opened his mouth: "The wind outside is strong. Hurry and close the door."

Lu Xiaofeng was startled again, retreated back with a bitter smile, and gently closed the door, only to think that he was like an old lady who had a suspicion.

Ma Yuan glanced at him, and his eyes seemed to say why he was so obedient.

Lu Xiaofeng was uncomfortable, and he walked back to the old man in two or three steps and asked, "My wax figure is wrong. I asked you to fix it for me, but you changed my civet cat for the prince and dropped the bag!" Staring at the knife in the figurine's hand.

The clay figurine Zhang lowered the knife in his hand, then slowly turned around and said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Lu Xiaofeng was also confused. He had seen the old man's face. This clay figurine was not the one he had just seen.

Ma Yuan was not at all confused. Looking at the counterfeit, he said coldly: "What about that man? Was you killed?"

Lu Xiaofeng hadn’t figured out which one was counterfeit, but Ma Yuan helped him decide. The irony muddy blade had been chopped towards the counterfeit goods, but obviously he was only a tentative one, and There is no intention to directly kill each other.

Lu Xiaofeng's heart beat to his throat, if this clay figurine Zhang was true, he would definitely not martial arts, what should he do if he was hacked to death by Ma Yuan? Although he also knows that by virtue of Ma Yuan's kung fu, this position will certainly not hurt people by mistake, but he may be so nervous.

Seeing that Ma Yuan's knife was about to be cut on the panicked old man, Lu Xiaofeng just wanted to stop one or two, and when the old man's face twisted, he took a clay figure in his hand and pointed it at Ma Yuan, listening to "Beng" With a soft sound, the clay figurine's head suddenly split open, and the star burst out at seven or eight, hitting his throat straight.

These are no danger to Ma Yuan, he only needs to return to the knife to block.

Lu Xiaofeng unconsciously threw a wax figure to block those poisonous needles. He was also anxious to lose his position. He should know that Ma Yuan could stop it, but he was worried about him.

At this moment, the clay figure Zhang had swept through the sky, and the arrow generally burst out of the window. When Lu Xiaofeng found out, his person was already outside the window.

Ma Yuan smiled, watching the landing Xiaofeng, and abused: "Thank you."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and was about to chase it out, but he heard the sound of collision and exclamation mixed outside. This sound was like something hitting the wood heavily. After the sound, the cry suddenly stopped.

Ma Yuan and Lu Xiaofeng glanced at each other and walked out. The counterfeit appeared to be stunned to the ground. Another person stood beside him, holding his head with both hands, but he was bald.

Lu Xiaofeng called out: "honest monk!"

The honest monk touched his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that the name of the monk should have been changed, it should be called the monk!"

Ma Yuan laughed and said: "Your monk is indeed unlucky enough. Someone bumped into your head, and you also bumped into the troubles of others, leaving nothing empty for yourself."

Lu Xiaofeng was funny and strange. Of course he knew that the heads of the two would never happen to happen. He couldn't figure out why the honest monk should help him.

The honest monk is still touching his head and muttering: "Fortunately the monk's head is still hard."

Ma Yuan raised his eyebrows, "It may not be as hard as you think. The next time you think about hitting someone, you still have to think about how miserable your head will be.

"Why are you here?" Honest monk said: "Who is this man? Where is the clay figurine Zhang?"

Lu Xiaofeng understood, "This is a fake, he is not a figurine."

"Of course not." The honest monk shook his head and smiled again. "Although the monk is not pretty, he has come to the clay figurine to pinch a portrait."

"Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance to find a clay figurine Zhang to pinch me." Ma Yuan thought distractedly: "Your wax figure is still there?"

"Just give it away." The honest monk folded his hands together. "It seems that you guessed it. It was your trouble that brought the figurine Zhang. The monk just came around from behind and there was a well behind." The monk sighed. , Said: "I advise you to go check it out!"

Of course there is water in the well. But in this well, besides water, there is blood. Clay figurine Zhang's blood!

"The monk smelled the blood in the well and came to see it." The honest monk folded his hands together and said with a bitter face: "It is better not to see it, Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful!"

There are four dead people here.

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