The young man asked, "Who?"

A blindfolded warrior with a small braid and a foreign dress came out of the darkness. At first glance, this warrior looked twenty-five or six, but the young man knew that the age of a brave warrior could not be judged from his appearance. The aura of the man was almost gone and his steps were silent. No martial warrior that the young man had ever come into contact with, and the man was very strong!

The middle-aged man was frightened: "How did you come in?"

The door of the secret room is open.

The father and son couldn't hear any strange movements outside.

The blindfolded young man tilted his head: "Ah, I walked in. Do you want to ask the wine bags outside? They are not dead, but they can't wake up for a while. You father and son are interesting. You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you conspiring here?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, his heart beat rapidly.

"Are you sent by Chen Youli?"

"Please respectfully call Mama Shen Jun. Not everyone can call her name." Who else can the blindfolded young man beside Gong Xiqiu? He put his hands on his chest and touched the wooden pillar in his arms. He took out a volume of books and threw it directly on the man's face, "However, those who don't know are innocent, I will forgive you this time. By the way, you haven't answered my question yet. What are you discussing in the middle of the night?"

The middle-aged man trembled his fingers and untied the string.

The book simplified in your hand.

Two lines of bloody red characters came into view - [The inner warehouse burned into beautiful ashes, and the sky streets were covered with the bones of the ministers.]

The father and son instantly faded away their blood.

Gong Xiqiu yawned: "Where is the same question, I don't want to repeat the third time. I am also very busy. I have walked out of a county and was returned by Mamala to deal with the aftermath."

Alas, at this speed, when will he see his nephew?

After saying that, he released the power created by the Sixteenth Grand Master for a moment. The middle-aged man vomited blood and his son fainted and fell to the ground.

"I, I--"

Gong Xiqiu instantly took back his power, but the suffocation feeling of being covered with mountains remained on his skin, and his clothes were wet. He was wet all over, as if he had just been taken out of the water.

The middle-aged man has difficulty changing his words.

"We father and son are discussing... the donation of money... under the rule of mercy, Mr. Shen, as a subject, should follow him!"

Gong Xiqiu smiled slightly: "Have you discussed it?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "The discussion has come out!"

Gong Xichou stroked his chin: "When I came, I did see a lot of boxes. You guys are quite generous. But, just that, isn't the ranking too high?"

Middle-aged men laughed uglier than crying.

“Those are just some of them…”

What box?

They are all the warriors in front of him who are wrong, but he can only respond.

Gong Xiqiu said, "So that's it. Then you father and son continue to discuss, and I will rush to other houses to urge you."

Leave the secret room and jump onto the roof.

He vaguely noticed something and turned his face to face that place.

Under the moonlight, there seemed to be a shadow similar to a vine lying on the roof wall of the house, crawling darkly, twisting, and dancing claws. Gong Xichou touched his arms that had goosebumps and exploded, avoiding them.

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My mother wants to stock up on salt, 100 kilograms of coarse salt...How long will it take to eat it?
Chapter completed!