"These walnuts are not bad. Next time, put more on display."
“..”
third uncle, the Institute of martial arts has requested that we seal the border and cooperate with them in capturing song qingxiao!
"Which year doesn't they send a few letters? Even a trivial matter has to be blown up, or else it's not enough to show their identity. They're like peacocks that can't wait to spread their tails all over the ground."
Unlike the younger generation, Shi qiuwu was not as afraid of the martial arts Research Institute of heavens beyond heaven. His strength was his confidence. When he mentioned the martial arts Research Institute of heavens beyond heaven, he did not have much of a good expression.
In the past, uncle eleven would have stopped when he heard him say that.
But at this moment, he bitterly smiled, took out one of the letters, and said, "
"Third uncle, it's different this time,"
As he said this, he handed the letter over to shikugo.
