"Damn..."

Faced with sudden changes, Zhang Shao clenched his teeth and shouted angrily, "Fight! Kill them!"

After all, these Taoist priests are all the people who lick blood at the edge of the knife. Although the gun is useless, some of them rush to us immediately when they pull out the knife. The group without knives suddenly ran towards the corner, and I guess I know that there must be cold weapons in the corner.

"Kill!"

I roared, too. With an already unbearable mood, the first one rushed to Zhang Shao. The son retreated several steps in fear, and two Taoists came to stop me immediately. I raised my compassion...