An Qisheng smiled and said.

The golden coffin fell here, and the idle people had no ability to move at all. They were protected by special affairs bureaus, and ordinary people could not get close to them. The coordinates of his world have already become clear, so there is no need to stay in the snow-capped mountains.

"You're leaving?"

The Prison Niu glanced at the three people who were constantly measuring the golden coffin and whispered: "Because the three doctors were disturbing?"

“That’s not.”

An Qisheng waved his hand and looked at the West with a faint look:

"Sitting quietly for more than a month, it's time to walk around..."

The death of Mulong City is not really calm. Even if the people of Longcheng Group have not come for the stock price and their rights for the time being, it does not mean that no one cares about Mulong City's death.

Of course he wouldn't wait for them to come to him.

"You want it."

The priest's eyelids twitched and guessed what An Qisheng wanted to do.

I can't help but smack my tongue in the dark.

Is this about eliminating the roots?

"I'll leave it to you in the past few days."

An Qisheng glanced at the golden coffin:

"The talisman cannot move. Once it moves, the consequences will be even more serious than what happened before..."

He had been playing with him for more than a month, and there was no need to think about it, and he knew how angry the zombie king was at this moment.

Once he breaks the seal...

The prisoner nodded with a serious expression:

"I see."

"That's fine."

An Qisheng didn't say much, and his steps moved with the wind, and his body was already in front of the helicopter.

He grabbed it casually, picked up the wooden box containing the fasting pill, and floated away.

It seemed that it was just a blink of an eye and had disappeared into the snow.

.........

Flan, Bacheng, is a world-famous iron tower with three floors on the huge observation deck.

At this time, a party was being held.

There were more than twenty people sitting on both sides of the big table.

Among these twenty people are old and young, men and women, and people of all skin colors are all majestic, some are burly, some are thin, some are petite, all dressed differently.

The only thing that is the same is that these people are all imposing and have a spirit in their eyes, like wolves and tigers, and they are obviously all great masters who have gained kung fu.

At this time, on the huge observation deck, there was a sound of needle falling from the huge observation deck, and dozens of people sat down without saying a word.

Only the sound of fingers hitting the tabletop was like a drum beat.

Sitting at the end of the long table was a mixed-race young man with a well-proportioned figure, wearing casual clothes and short inches.

His name is Yan Changsha, one of the three leaders of the Quita Dao Society.

He has a high nose, thin lips, deep eyes, and a playful smile on his face, looking at the other end of the long table, a tall and white man with a blue eyes:

"Potter, do you know what you're talking about?"

Porter sat straight and answered seriously:
Chapter completed!