Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 1172 Little stutter, come here 1
Shen Ronghua had just come down from the battlefield and rushed to the destination without stopping according to Banjin's instructions.

"Host, hurry up! The mission target is inside, go in now, your arm is still saved!" Banjin's anxious and distressed voice came.

Shen Ronghua looked at the three-and-a-half-room thatched hut in front of him, and kicked open the dilapidated wooden door.

The sound of "squeak, squeak" caught the attention of the people in the room. He slowly adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror, and then walked out slowly.

Before he could stand still, a cloth bag was thrown over, and he subconsciously raised his hand to catch it, his nose full of bloody smell.

Raising his eyes and taking a closer look, he saw a pale one-armed girl standing not far away.

"You are the second cobbler, right?"

Shen Ronghua looked at the man in green clothes in front of him, in his early twenties, with a jade-like face, from head to toe, he could see his exquisiteness.

At this moment, he was still wearing the death warning, which made Shen Ronghua feel a little depressed.

How could I be given such a big gift as soon as we met.

And Chen Xuan, at this moment, was also shocked by the ignorance of the uninvited guest in front of him.

The girl is only twenty-eight years old, her hoarse voice has a hint of immaturity, her small face is extremely tense, and her dark brown cloth is covered with blood stains in dark patches and light patches.

A pair of peach blossom eyes were particularly brilliant, her lips were broken due to lack of water, and on her palm-sized face, a bloodstain ran from the end of her left eye across the bridge of her nose to the corner of her right mouth, and there were spots of blood on her cheeks.

He was full of evil spirits.

His eyes were firm and piercing.

Chen Xuan's forehead couldn't help sweating, he couldn't help but hugged the cloth bag in his hand, and nodded.

Shen Ronghua then strode past him and walked straight into the house.

Chen Xuan hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to follow.

Shen Ronghua found a chair at random in the room and sat down. He raised his eyes and saw Chen Xuan coming in from behind, so he explained why he came, "In that case, help me sew my arm on."

Chen Xuan kept silent and carefully put the cloth bag on the table next to her, and whispered: "No, no."

Shen Ronghua was puzzled, "Why not?"

Chen Xuan grabbed the fabric of his cuffs awkwardly, and stammered: "OK...regulations, no...no...sew...living...people."

It was really hard for him to speak, he jumped out every word one by one, and when the last sound was finished, his cold white face turned red.

Shen Ronghua's hand rested on the soft whip around his waist, "I don't believe it."

Chen Xuan glanced at the girl's threatening gesture, and said nothing, but lowered his head even lower.

The sound of the long whip breaking through the air came head-on.

Chen Xuan's waist tightened suddenly, and he looked over in disbelief, only to see the girl looking at him with a smile and saying: "I don't care what rules you have, you must sew my arm for me today, and if it's late, you can take it." Pay with your hands!"

It turned out to be a threat!
"If you continue to stalemate, my whip won't be able to wait until your waist is broken!" Shen Ronghua exerted a little force, and Chen Xuan could feel the brute force in his waist.

Chen Xuan's eyes flickered, and he finally succumbed to Shen Ronghua's threat and complied.

Shen Ronghua withdrew his long whip.

Chen Xuan took out a wooden box from the back room, and after opening it, Shen Ronghua only saw two needles.

She couldn't help but be surprised: "Is this your tool to make money by killing people?"

Chen Xuan looked at her silently, his eyes full of condemnation.

Shen Ronghua rubbed his nose and changed the subject: "Why do you only have two needles? Aren't the second cobbler's tool bags all big wooden boxes?"

(End of this chapter)