He shot to his heart's content.
Inside the bamboo house.
The matchstick figure's shadow was shot through by the thick and thin firelight.
There were even holes in the floor that were stained with Black Fire.
Not long after.
The number of matchstick-like people had been reduced to only five or six.
When those five or six people saw this scene, they actually combined into one and opened their mouths for the first time, saying, "
"Not bad."
"You finally know how to be flexible."
"Have you learned my skills?"
At this moment.
How could Roger not understand Black Tiger's meaning?
He immediately got up from the floor.
He nodded vigilantly.
The stickman laughed, "
"It's good that you've learned it ..."
The next second.
Its figure slowly disappeared from the spot.
There was a muffled sound.
The window of a bamboo building.
It opened.
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