"Oh no, something's wrong with the noodle restaurant!" An ominous feeling suddenly filled his heart. He put on his clothes, picked up the sword on the bedside table, and rushed out of the door quickly. He happened to meet Lan'er, who was ready to go into the room. Before they could say anything, Pan Qingcang took her hand and ran quickly to the fire.
The eight shining short swords were held in the hands of the eight men in black. Their clothes were black and their faces were covered. One could only see a pair of fierce eyes, which seemed to cut them into meat paste in an instant.
Of course, they were referring to Pan Qingcang and Lan'er. At this time, they had been surrounded and blocked their way to save people.
"Shameful." Pan Qing Cang pulled Lan'er with one hand, protecting her with
