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Gift giving

Lin Menger next to her felt uneasy when she saw Ye Wuque talking to Ouyang Wudi in this tone. She secretly pulled Ouyang Wudi's sleeve and told him not to be as knowledgeable as Ye Wuque.

Ouyang Wudi loves this junior sister the most. From the treasures specially given to Lin Menger, he snorted coldly, but did not care about Ye Wuque. He continued coldly: "The Iron Armored Corpse King is useless to you, on the contrary, it will be a disaster. What's more, our Ghost Tomb Sect has the skills to control all evil things, so this Iron Armored Corpse King can only exert the strongest power for us!"

Ye Wuque glanced at the iron armored corpse king on the ground seriously, and then thought that this iron armored corpse king was useless to him and he still felt it was a troublesome thing to him. Now, if he gave the Ghost Tomb Sect, it would be a favor and let the Ghost Tomb Sect owe him a favor. If he encounters any danger in entering the ancient tomb, they would be reluctant to save him!

After Ye Wuque calmed down, he turned to Ouyang Wudi with a smile and said, "So that's the case. For me, this iron-armored corpse king must be given to you. Moreover, I have such a good relationship with Lin Meng'er, and I can be considered a good friend of your Ghost Tomb Sect. Are you right?"

As the chief disciple of the Ghost Tomb Sect, Ouyang Wudi has been trained as a future leader since childhood, so he is more experienced in dealing with people and naturally understands what Ye Wuque said, which is actually like being intimate with him.

As the saying goes, if you don’t hit the smile, Ouyang Wudi will naturally not have any intention of intercourse with a small person like Ye Wuque. After all, in his eyes, Ye Wuque is just a small person who is too weak.

But, no matter whether it is to give Lin Menger face or show her magnanimity, Ouyang Wudi would not have the slightest intention.

"Okay, as long as you hand over the Iron Armored Corpse King to our Ghost Tomb Sect, you will be a friend of our Ghost Tomb Sect. Anyone who dares to deal with you in the future will have to ask us!" Ouyang Wudi said lightly, but the strength in his words was shocking!

"Then I'm thankful!" Ye Wuque leaned over and smiled. As for Ouyang Wudi's condescending face, he felt extremely unhappy, there was nothing else that made him feel dissatisfied with.

But Tietou and Ergou didn’t think so. Ouyang Wudi’s words actually mean that Ye Wuque is a watchdog in the Ghost Tomb Sect. Just to hit a dog depends on the owner’s meaning.

"What do you mean? Do you think we can't hear what you mean?" Tietou and Ergou cursed angrily.

"Bastard, what are you? What qualifications are you? Are you impatient to talk to our senior brother! "Zomin cursed back, Ouyang Wudi is a symbol of the entire Ghost Tomb Sect, and you must not let others insult you.

Ye Wuque shrugged his shoulders and said rudely: "Of course, I'm just a small character, how can I compare with you!"

At this time, there was a tall man with green hair standing beside Ouyang Wudi. Ye Wuque couldn't tell whether he had dyed his hair or whether it was the color he was originally.

The man's eyes were extremely strange, but when he thought that he was a man from the Ghost Tomb Sect with a strange origin, he felt that it was not too strange. According to Ye Wuque's guess, the people in the Ghost Tomb Sect all exuded a trembling aura.

"Song Ming! Go and bring the Iron Armored Corpse King here." Ouyang Wudi ordered the green-haired man to say.

Now Ye Wuque was muttering how noble Ouyang Wudi's identity in the Ghost Tomb Sect was, as if everyone had to obey his orders and not violated them at all.

"This kid is still a little capable!" Ye Wuque said in his heart.

Song Ming, who had a cold face, looked like a stone sculpture, and his whole face was expressionless. If someone said he was a puppet, perhaps no one would have any doubts.

I saw that he was wearing a long sword around his waist. Because of the existence of a scabbard, Ye Wuque didn't know what kind of long sword it was.

Song Ming pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, his eyes straight ahead, his eyes were empty and cold.

Tietou secretly whispered in Ye Wuque's ear: "Mr. Wuming, this person is unusual!"

"Well, I know, we'll be careful when the time comes." Ye Wuque answered softly, but his heart was speechless. You also want to remind me that anyone with a discerning eye can see that Song Ming is not the same.

Song Ming was still expressionless. After agreeing to Ouyang Wudi's words, he then walked towards Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque had a feeling that if he acted rashly, Song Ming in front of him would definitely lose himself and do it without an expression on his face!

Even Tietou and Ergou were deeply afraid and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Song Ming came to Ye Wuque, first glanced at Ye Wuque, then stared at the iron armored corpse king underground, and said lightly: "Please!"

The words are very short, but they are irresistible!

Ye Wuque and the other two were feeling a little unnatural at this moment. Apart from appearing when facing the Red Devil, they had never encountered such a situation!

Ye Wuque moved his feet away and let Song Ming come over.

Song Ming was not polite, and directly carried the iron armored corpse king on the ground, and then returned to Ouyang Wudi's side, like a domestic slave.

Ouyang Wudi nodded slightly, looking around the Iron Armored Corpse King. Judging from his expression, he should be quite satisfied.

Seeing that the relationship between the two parties had eased, Lin Menger smiled and said, "Senior Brother Ouyang, congratulations on getting the Iron Armored Corpse King, which was rare in a century. If you use the highest mental method of this sect to control it, the club will definitely be invincible!"

"I hope this is the case, but there is nothing absolute in the world, everything depends on luck." Ouyang Wudi was already happy, but he insisted on pretending to be mature and steady in front of Lin Menger, which was really disgusting!

"Damn, what are you pretending to be? You are already as happy as a dead dog, and you still have to pretend to be calm." Ergou couldn't stand it. Although the Iron Armored Corpse King was of no use to them, it didn't mean they were idiots!

Especially if people force people to accept reality, this is unbearable for the arrogant people. But they are powerful ghost tombs, and they have no possibility of resisting at all, they can only leave it to fate.
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