Zhou Xuan listened to the footsteps, should eat flatbread ate flatbread, should turn his head left and right to appreciate the scenery appreciated the scenery, as if nothing had happened.
Until he took a left turn, and there was still a small road's distance from Zhou Family's Troupe, Zhou Xuan caught sight of a meat stall.
The owner of this meat stall was a chess fanatic, who knows where he had gone to grind chess pieces at this hour, the stall was unattended, and didn't need to be, it simply had a boning knife and a large bone that was boned extremely clean, even a dog would be lazy to snatch it.
Zhou Xuan felt the opportunity had come.
He fished out the gavel and folded fan he carried with him, listening intently to the footsteps in his ears.
When the sound was just about to reach the corner, clash of wood!
"Pop!"
Dream Generation from the ground, with the sound of wood as the signal.
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