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Seeing Qihou walking over with a smile and unhurriedness, his expression was calm and breezy, but Qihou is not a calm person, his appearance is just an appearance, in fact, the calmer he is, the more turbulent his heart will be , I am afraid that the current Qihou is extremely angry.

Qi Hou walked over slowly, walked in front of Wu Jiao, then suddenly bent down and slowly picked up the ax on the ground, the ax dragged on the ground, making a "stab—" sound.

Just when Qihou picked up the axe, the young man laughed, the smile was still very arrogant, and said: "No, don't want my axe, my axe is too blunt, and you have no experience in chopping wood. You have to chop wood." By when?"

Qihou's cheeks twitched slightly, but he still smiled, but the smile was about to turn into murderous intent, and his voice was hoarse and low, as if implying that the storm was about to come, he said: "What do you want?"

The young man laughed and said, "Chop wood for me with your sword."

Wu Jiu looked at Qihou's hand resting on the sword at his waist, and felt a sweat for the young man for a moment, not knowing whether Qihou's sword would cut down the tree or the young man's head when it was out of its sheath.

But to be honest, it's really rare for Marquis Qi to be so deflated. Wu Jiao admires the shirtless young man in front of him...