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As soon as Ye Siming appeared, the surrounding Langxu army immediately bowed their heads respectfully.

The village chief shouted, "Who the **** are you!"

Ye Siming walked up to him and lowered his eyes condescendingly.

Sudden!

He stretched out his black boots and stepped directly on the mandible of the village chief!

Only a few "cluck" sounds of dislocation of the bones were heard, and the village chief had his chin removed!

I can't speak normally anymore!

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows impatiently when he heard the village chief's wailing "Wuuu".

"From now on, Yun Diaoguan is mine."

After all, Ye Siming waved his hand.

Qin Song, together with the Langxu Army, tied all the restless villagers together.

Ye Si Ming walked into the bright happy hall.

His eyes were red, but the boy's eyes were still black.

After entering the house, Ye Siming swept around.

Suddenly, I felt a strong wind blowing from the right side.

Accompanied by a high-pitched female voice: "Go to hell!"

Ye Siming stepped to one side and avoided it lightly.

He suddenly shot, slapped the attacker behind the waist, and directly broke the opponent's spine.

The man screamed and wailed, and collapsed to the ground with a bang, and even moving it was a piercing pain.

At this time, Ye Siming gave him a stern and calm look.

The woman on the ground, dressed in happy clothes, looks a little big and three thick.

It appears to be the village chief's daughter.

But even though she is a daughter, she looks like a man, with a dark, like a little beard.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows, feeling a little strange.

A voice with suppressed anger came from inside the room: "Have you seen enough? Come and help me if you have seen enough."

Ye Siming turned inside.

Qiao Xiu Li was wearing a wedding robe and was **** with five flowers and threw it on the bed.

He was tall, thin and white, wearing a red robe, and he really had the beauty of a groom.

It's a pity that Qiao Xiuli's face was full of unhappiness from being forced.

Ye Siming sneered, and stepped forward with a dagger to open the rope from his body.

Joshua immediately stood up.

His face was gloomy, if Ye Siming came a step late, he would be ripped open by that rude woman.

Thinking of this, Qiao Xiuli just wanted to leave this place quickly.

However, as soon as he stood up against the bed rail, an old ailment in his leg developed, he felt a throbbing pain, and he fell back into the bed.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "In my opinion, don't force it. Since I'm here to save you, Young Master Qiao can rest assured and put his life into my hands."

After that, he turned his head to the door and said, "Come in."

Jiang Xiaoran pushed a rough wooden wheelchair inside.

"I made it temporarily, make do with it." Ye Siming raised his head.

Jiang Xiaoran helped and helped Qiao Xiuli to the chair.

Qiao Xiuli raised his eyebrows in doubt: "Master Hou has a clever plan, and you have prepared in advance?"

Ye Siming's face was calm and his tone was indifferent: "With a radius of a hundred miles, after a little inquiries, I heard that the bully village chief picked up a little white face for his daughter who couldn't marry."

"That little white face is not only handsome, but also can't walk. After a little thought, I think it's you."

Qiao Xiuli thought that after he fell from the cliff and was carried back, he thought he was saving him.

Naihe actually touched him and insulted him.

Even more afraid that his legs would recover, while he was weak, the village chief and his daughter hit him twice with a hammer.

So humiliated, he wanted to kill them with his own hands.

Jiang Xiaoran pushed Qiao Xiuli and left the village chief with Ye Siming.

Before leaving, Ye Siming ordered someone to set fire to the village chief's house.

Hearing the mourning of the village chief and his daughter, Ye Siming and the others were unmoved.