In the eyes of the villagers who escaped from death, Wang Heihu's self-confident action was just a roar, meaningless.

Ming dynasty?

What the hell?

Can you eat it?

Or some new bandit? Known as Daming?

How could these god-killers keep dying!

Wang Heihu looked back at the bewildered eyes of this group of people, he was not unfamiliar at all.

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