In Chang'an West Market, the night was like someone pouring ink down. With a "swish", all the lively and bustling energy during the day was swallowed up by the dark night.
The air was filled with the aroma of meat and wine, mixed with a faint smell of blood.
A gleaming scimitar slashed viciously at Bai Ling's back!
"You little bastard, instead of taking a good path, you go into a dead end! Go to hell!"
Scar Zhou's face, with flesh piled up piece by piece, looked as scary as possible under the light of the torch.
He held up the scimitar like a crazy beast, feeling like he had to swallow Bai Ling whole to relieve his anger.
Bai Ling was in a panic at this time. He rolled around like a frightened donkey to avoid this fatal knife, but his back was still cut open and the pain was like burning.
He spat out bloody spit and cursed all the eighteen generations of Xiaoliuzi's ancestors in his heart.
It was originally agreed that it was just an ordinary escort job, but who would have thought that this unscrupulous thing would dare to take advantage of the evil and secretly change the escort items!
"Xiao Liuzi, you are a pest! When I get back, I will skin you!" Bai Ling cursed fiercely in his heart, not daring to rest at all and running forward as hard as he could.
He was originally an ordinary master's degree in history in the 21st century. Who would have thought that after sleeping and waking up, he would end up in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and become an unlucky ranger whose parents are no longer around.
