"Great prison?"

The big man was stunned, as if he hadn't expected the answer.

He was stunned, but Yang Baotian's expression changed drastically, and his old voice became sharp: "You, you are not?!"

Zhengzhengzheng~

Yang Qi and others also sensed something was wrong, shouted loudly, and drew their swords.

At this time, in the night, I also remembered an angry roar:

"Wang Wu, you can't escape!"

"Hahaha! Shi Kai? Are you catching up? So what, what can you do to me?"

The big man burst out laughing, and with a wave of his hand, the eight-person solid wood Eight Immortals table was thrown away, and the food and wine were scattered all over the floor.

Another sweep, knocking down several of the surrounding guards to the ground, and he was out of the gate with just one step.

"Stop him!"

In the night, an angry voice approached quickly.

"Quick, stop him quickly!"

"We can't let him escape!"

Yang Baotian was so angry that he yelled and ordered all the servants and guards to chase him out.

Looking at the mess on the ground and thinking about his gold, silver, wine and meat, Yang Baotian shook himself, spit out a mouthful of blood, and almost fell to the ground:

"Angry, anger makes me angry!"

"My anger hurts me, my anger hurts me."

Sitting on the ground, Yang Baotian was trembling all over.

Someone handed me a gauze towel: "Wipe it."

"Uh-huh?!"

Yang Baotian subconsciously wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then realized something was wrong and raised his head suddenly.

I saw a young man stepping on an overturned chair, carrying a knife on his shoulder, half-lowering his head, looking at himself with a half-smile:
Chapter completed!