Chapter 71 Night killing

Night is like water.

In a bush on the side of the blacksmith's shop, Tang Huan sat cross-legged in a black suit, like a more ancient sculpture, motionless, with a two-meter-long red flamethrower on her legs, wrapped in thick cloth, without any red light.

He was a dozen meters away from the blacksmith's shop, while the hills and the little ones were hidden in dense forests farther away.

Since he got the news, Tang Huan would not wait for them to kill him in the shop.

If all the comers are four-rank martial arts masters, Tang Huan is also interested in appearing and playing with them....