I opened the treasure chest in the armor warrior to continue my life

Lin Yi held back his smile, the two big men actually had an affair.

It's really an old lady getting under the covers.

Give grandpa a whole smile.

The rough man just wanted to speak, but footsteps came from behind.

Neatly, it reminded Lin Yi of a military parade.

The burly man also sensed that something was wrong, and immediately stepped back with a knife.

Mustache also barely got up, and at this moment several people in the inn turned their eyes to the door.

A little boy wearing a sky-blue technological armor walked in first.

In his hand, he held a technological sword made of unknown texture.

It looks very sharp.

Behind him, many soldiers in technological battle armor were standing by outside the door with knives or guns.

And the sweeping yellow sand didn't seem to have any effect on them.

The little boy with the saber looked at the four people in front of him.

Immediately, the mouth tilted, and then he spoke a bunch of words that Lin Yi could not understand.

Lin Yi was about to ask others what kind of bird language he was talking about.

But he saw that Mustache was very excited, with his hand on the handle of the samurai saber, and his teeth were clenched.

It seemed that what this little boy said touched his weakness.

But the little boy was even more proud, pacing and pointing at the four of them with his saber.

A bunch of incomprehensible words came out of his mouth again.

This made Lin Yi a little puzzled, could this fucking be a foreigner?
The mustache was trembling with anger, and the next moment he pulled out his saber.

He raised it high and slashed at the little boy.

But the little boy stopped his subordinates from helping, holding the technological saber with both hands, and the blade squeaked.

Lin Yi's eyes froze, it seemed to be lightning.

But very faintly.

Mustache obviously lost his mind, the samurai sword fell, and a pool of blood splashed on the wall.

Mustache's eyes widened unwillingly, and was finally pushed to the ground by the little boy.

The bloodstains on the technological sword were obviously just a single blow, and the judgment was determined.

The rough man gritted his teeth, not because of the mustache.

But as a creditor, the object of his debt collection is dead.

If you die, you have no value, and you won't get your own share of the money.

However, the current situation was also caused by the little boy's words.

Although the rough man doesn't understand the language of the boy.

But he could also learn something from the mustache's reaction.

The little boy seemed a little unhappy.

He said a few words to himself, and saw the old woman at the end.

His eyes lit up obviously.

He waved his hand and called a few subordinates.

Pointing to the old lady, then said a few words with a joke.

The subordinate also nodded, and then also drew out his technological sword and walked towards the old woman.

The old woman's pale face trembled, and she folded her hands together.

It seems to be praying for a miracle to come.

That's it.

A mouthful of saliva landed in front of the two technologists.

The little boy was just about to walk out of the inn, but he was attracted by the behavior of the rough man in front of him.

After waving his hand, Xiaobailian took a few steps forward with the technological saber in hand.

The rough man pursed his lips and held the knife in both hands. The boy in front of him was really not easy to deal with.

The aura of technology on his body is stronger than his aura of luck.

It's just, on the border of the Great Xia Kingdom, why did the scientific and technological troops of the Great Clam Kingdom appear.

And, that mustache is dead.

He is at least from Little Japan.

Is the big clam country unilaterally tearing up the agreement?
Aren't they afraid that the strong luck of the Great Xia Kingdom will destroy their capital?
Thinking about it this way, the rough man's power of luck suddenly weakened a bit, the little boy smiled, and then the technological sword cut across the beautiful trajectory, and chopped off at the rough man's head.