"Young Master Cui, what do you think of Lord Ghost Lord?"

"I... a little person like me..." Cui Lue Shang, who knew how to observe his words and expressions since he was a child, found that Zhuge Zheng next to me was obviously not right. At the same time, he also realized that his backer was not the Ghost Lord, and even if he praised him thousands of times at this time, it would be useless.

"I think some of this image may not match the facts. When I read the Daxuan Weekly Newspaper before, I found that the Ghost Lord had enough confidence to face these forces because of His Majesty's support.

It’s right that he is the lord of the ghost market, but now his primary identity is the King of Zhennan of my Daxuan Dynasty.”

Then he pleased Zhuge Zheng and asked me, "Master, am I right?"

Zhuge Zheng, I patted his shoulder and did not give a clear answer. However, before becoming a disciple, I had already acquiesced to the other party's title of master, which was a very clear statement.

Cui Lue-shang was secretly happy when he saw this. He felt that he needed to readjust his original style of doing things. It was not advisable to be smooth and careless.

At the same time, he also wants to become Zhuge Zheng’s most trusted disciple before the other three famous arrests come to surrender.

After setting this small goal, his expression became much more confident, and his originally slightly sloppy temperament was wiped out.

Yuan Suiyun, who was silently watching this scene, did not express any statement, but a moment of light appeared in the depths of his originally slightly dark eyes.
Chapter completed!