Fan Xiaodao's feet were about to fall down hard, but Fan Xiaodao rolled on the spot and broke a screen.

"The original work of Uncle Tang, one hundred taels!"

Tuoba Bai said: "It's his fault!"

Fan Xiaodao said angrily: "How come everyone still has his own business?"

Tuoba Bai said: "We are all adults and must be responsible for our own actions." He slashed three times in succession.

Fan Xiaodao wanted to dodge again, but he was afraid of damaging the things in Songhe Tower, so he threw a rat-proof weapon. He was constrained at every turn, and he was suddenly at a disadvantage.

Blah, blah!

Stools, chairs, pots and pans were flying everywhere in Songhe Tower. Every time one was thrown, shopkeeper Xu called out a number and kept calculating the price with an abacus. Fan Xiaodao finally seized the opportunity and punched him in the face.

He opened the door, but he blocked it with a glass bottle worth fifty taels.

Fan Xiaodao had no choice but to give up and switch from offense to defense, dodging again and again.

Tuoba Bai saw Fan Xiaodao and said, "You have the ability to take the attack and just dodge. How can you be considered a hero?"

Fan Xiaodao said, "My family doesn't have a mine, so I can't afford what you do. If you take all the losses, I won't take care of you."

Shopkeeper Xu looked distressed and said, "Are you here to compete in martial arts, or are you here to demolish the store?"

At this moment, a melodious voice came from my ear.
Chapter completed!