"It was here that the attack hit, but it is not a fatal injury here." The body lying on the ground was overturned by someone, touching his chest.

"Not a fatal wound, but a fatal blow." Another person squatting on the opposite side, playing the power discernment, swept the body over and said with certainty, "As for the fatal wound, it can be said that as long as it is the key point There are injuries, and when combined, it becomes a fatal injury ... What's the matter with Naruto? Is there such a naughty sophistry? "

"Heavy maneuver ability?" The man who examined the chest shook his head and pointed to the spot where the chest attack hit. "It's just a flying sound."

"How is it possible?" The one who was discerning looked immediately back to the corpse's chest.

Feiyin?

He was surprised, not because of how famous this power is, but on the contrary, because it was too ordinary and too ordinary. As long as the dragon team members were able to reach through, it was easy to master this power, but no Several people will waste their time and energy on such a third-level ability.

But now, it is such a low-level ability that they do not value that caused such a terrible injury, killing someone who would certainly not take this ability seriously.

Ju Fang.

Several people in Luping didn't even ask, but they all knew the name. Like them, they are all members of the Dragons, but they are even more difficult than those of the independent special people. But this person's ability is not false. At that time, he committed a felony under the jurisdiction of the Changfeng Empire, and the three jurisdictions dispatched masters to seize it. They did not hide or hide, and broke through a **** path. Afterwards, it was also a constant trouble to escape into the territory of the Xuanjun Empire. Later, he met the Dragon Lord of Zhiling City, which was then admitted to the Dragon Team, but still alone. Because of the fierce reputation, even the Dragon team dare not easily provoke this sting, who thought that it was so easy to die on this cold street.

"Perhaps there are other means restricting his movements?"

After another round of identification, the man shook his head gently, and he found no trace. But maybe it's a way to leave no trace? While thinking, he stood up, but his eyes fell on the boss who hadn't dared to move since they came.

"You, see what I said, without saying it to me." He pointed to the boss.

"Yes, sir!" The boss hurriedly bowed down and hurriedly said everything he had seen and heard. After listening to the two, they finally showed some relief.

"It's quite unexpected to talk about playing."

"Ju Fang certainly didn't expect the opponent to act so decisively."

"But this distance ..." After looking at the distance between the wooden table and Ju's fall, the two looked at each other, and nodded together, knowing the speed of the blow. In the end, left without saying anything.

The boss who wanted to close the shop early didn't move. His expression looked a little numb. He looked at the street and saw that there was another figure coming to this side.

Is this ... the fifth wave?

The boss counted. 【】 After Lu Pingren left, someone tracked down one after another. The two who just left were the fourth wave. If the person who came to chase this thing is the fifth wave.

A few waves of people, some in ragged clothes and some in well-dressed clothes; some were fierce and evil, and some were indifferent, but the behavior after coming here was quite consistent: check the body, ask questions, and chase away.

They seemed to be companions with the one who died on the ground, but no one had bothered him on the streets, and even had no relevant explanation to the boss. It made the boss wonder if he had already reported to the official.

After sending off waves after wave of waves, the boss is not as flustered as before. He was quietly waiting for this man who seemed to be the fifth wave.

There was only one person in this wave, a fat man who looked harmless to humans and animals. He didn't look at the corpse on the ground, but walked straight to the boss and said cheerfully, "Boss, let's have a bowl of noodles."

"Ah?" The boss was stunned. Isn't this a passer-by, but a guest? But how can ordinary guests see the person lying on the ground still so indifferent?

"Come on bowl noodles." The fat man repeated his request at this time.

"Okay, okay. What do you want?" The boss asked.

The fat man looked at the menu hanging on the wall very seriously, and finally made up his mind: "Come on the beef noodle bowl and use the largest bowl."

"Okay." The boss did not dare to neglect. But the noodle bowl here is also of no size, so he had to put more noodles, cut more meat, and put a bowl full. Looking at the fat man again, it was actually from the table on which Luping had sat before the five people hadn't even come to the bowl.

"Noodles are coming!" The boss did not dare to grow a stick outside, and after screaming, put the bowl of beef noodles in a large amount.

The fat man looked very satisfied, and his eyes were almost sinking into fat as he smiled. I dragged my pair of chopsticks and ate it with a grunt. The noodles were still sliced ​​beef. Once the chopsticks were copied, they were sent to the mouth. It did n’t stop for a second. It was full of dangdang. Bottom up. The boss is a bit stupid, where is the noodles, which is clearly swallowed.

After eating the noodle, the fat man smiled contentedly, and then his eyes fell on the other five noodle bowls on the table.

This is Lu Ping's leftover noodles for the five of them. The boss has arrived before the boss has time to clean up. However, the four waves of people are looking at the body and asking him about the process, but they have never paid attention to these five bowls of leftover noodles. Www.lightnovelpub.net There was a bowl, but there was not even a drop of soup left. It was very clean and thorough. The fat man suddenly became interested in this bowl.

"Did you eat this bowl, did you lick it all?" He asked.

"Ah?" The boss froze and walked over without help. He didn't pay much attention to the remaining five bowls of noodles. A closer look and found that this bowl is really clean, and almost washed.

"How does he eat?" The fat man asked the boss.

"He ... eats very seriously!" The boss thought hard, and finally used the description of serious, and then felt very appropriate.

"Seriously eating, that's good!" The fat man praised, and then looked at the other four bowls, twitching his nose from time to time.

At the end, he glanced at the corpse underground and asked casually, "What do they say about that guy."

"They?" The boss froze.

"These are the people who have been here before," the fat man said.

"They ... they were all a little surprised, saying that they just used a blow and called Feiyin." The boss really remembered that after all, the previous four waves, except for the first wave, where there was no one-to-one communication, the rest all had conversations with each other Feiyinzhi, a term unfamiliar to him, finally remembered it after hearing it three times.

"Other than that, is there any difference?" The fat man asked again.

The boss shook his head.

"How about their number?" The fat man asked again.

"The first wave is a person, then three people came, then two waves are two, and then you are." The boss said.

"Okay." The fat man nodded, waved his hand, and a few pennies fell on the table.

"You can close the booth, and no one will come again." After he finished, he followed in the same direction as the previous waves without hesitation. .

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