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Chapter 47.2
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Chapter 1283- Killing dragon
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Chapter 47.1
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An Xuan.
The little beggar drew An Xuan. He tossed the branch away and rolled up his sleeve to show the bruises on his arm. The situation was clear. An Xuan managed to catch the beggar. He stole the pouch on his waist and even beat him up.
Jiang Cheng was reminded of the first time they encountered the little beggar. An Xuan pretended to be careless and let him go. He probably already had a plan to catch the boy back then. However, he didn’t do anything because the other travellers were there.
When the little beggar came to deliver the message that night, Jiang Cheng saw the brocade pouch on his waist through the moonlight. The pouch was similar to the one the woman in the painting had. The ‘half set of crop’ mentioned in the poem should refer to that.
“Doctor,” Fatty was worried, “An Xuan is not easy to deal with. It’s going to be hard to get the pouch back from him.”
Hearing that, the little beggar’s face shifted. He raised his small face and narrowed his eyes. Then, he waved at Fatty. Fatty looked at him with confusion. Then, the b
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