Vol 3 Chapter 548: Treasurer

In order to succeed in today's game, Blue Cangman has made a lot of preparations.
For example, the message allowed the ghost king to be present in person.
Can make a good relationship with the big guys of the Blue House, the Ghost King is of course very happy, so I arranged everything later.
But the emergence of the Ghost King can only be regarded as the backhand, not the final means.
Old talent is!
It was a waste of the old ancestors, but the old man had already said that he would only shoot once.
For a land of soul, even if it is only a shot, it is still enough to solve the battle and destroy all the people.
When I saw the palm print, everyone, including the ghost king, felt the threat of death.
"Damn!"
The curse of the ghost king snorted, and he was very clear about the intention of this palm. Obviously, the person who set the game did not intend to let him go.
He directly abandoned the battle and wanted to run away.
But under the attack of the earth's soul, who can run away?
Ou Li stopped his hand and looked up at the sky. He felt the horror of the palm print. He lamented: "Only one situation, the power gap is almost comparable to the world!"
Desperate emotions spread around.
The existences brought by the ghost kings felt desperate and shouted for help.
It is a pity that the ghost king has already taken care of himself at this moment.
Blue solitary dreams and so on, but also helpless, can only watch the palm print that can be extinct.
Faced with another crisis of life and death, Zi Yan has fears and expectations.
Maybe, as he thought?
The palm prints fell and slammed away.
Everyone closed their eyes,
They are waiting to die.
The waves are rolling, countless smoke and fine sand flying, hitting the face, it has a painful meaning.
Everyone who died, but no one really died.
Neither side.
There was another old man in the field. He stood there with a smile on his lips. "I was thankful for the last time I drank your toast."
It is the old man in the noodle restaurant. It is also the shopkeeper and the cook.
The old man stood there, as if he was the master of one of the heavens and the earth, and he was not tall, giving a feeling of stalwart.
Purple is very excited, so is the blue solitary dream.
At that time, everyone drank a lot of wine and invited the old people to join in, and they toasted the old people.
At that time, everyone felt that the old man was just an old shopkeeper who had been operating for many years. He had ancestral craftsmanship. How can he think that after many days, the old people can save their lives at a critical moment?
The old man smiled at everyone and ignored the other people’s unresolved expressions. Instead, he turned his head and looked at a certain direction. He said:
There is no way to deal with it, so do you pay attention to it?

"People are just."
An equally old voice sounded, and then there was no more.
On the top of the mountain, Lan Cangmang discovered that the old man did not know when it had disappeared. This made him have the urge to marry her, because she still thought about it and talked with the old man about a deal.
For example, give him the guy named Zi Yan, then he has to do his best to kill others.
Who knows that the other party did not call a greeting, just left.
On the battlefield, after returning to the ghost king of the gods, he turned and left. At this moment, he was shocked and fearless. In his heart, he cursed the 18th generation of the ancestors of the blue and white ancestors.
As he left, the people he brought were also withdrawn.
Zi Yan glanced at Ouli and found that the other party did not mean to pursue it. He did not say anything.
After all, the other party is only helping, and there is no obligation to help him solve the enemy.
Luo Long is still stupid to stand there. What happened today is really too big for him.
Originally, there was a bureau to calculate the blue family. Whoever thought that the people on his side had suffered heavy losses, almost all the troops were wiped out.
"No, there is still one person who is not dead!"
Luo Long reacted and looked toward Zhu Feiming. His father was dead. His father’s two brothers were also dead. Zhu Feiming, who was sitting down at the moment, was his only snuggle.
Just as he looked at Zhu Feiming with his hope, he saw that there was a soul light, flew out of Zhu Feiming’s mind and went straight to the purple.
Is it an attack?
He thought so in his heart and looked forward to it.
The soul of the light did not enter the sea of ​​purple scent, the next moment, the breath of purple scorpion began to grow.
He, who had already been overpowered, has recovered some of his power.
He stood up and walked toward Luo Long.
At the same time, his long stick appeared.
"What are you doing?"
Looking at the purple scorpion coming, Luo Long’s eyes had a horror.
Purple and cold: "What do you say?"
Ou Li took a look at Luo Long, and his eyes flashed a disgust. This guy’s reputation in Luowei City is really bad.
The shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant is also standing there, without stopping the purple sable.
"You want to kill me, just because of you now?"
Luo Long looked at the purple scorpion, and his face was obviously scared, but his mouth was still very hard.
The purple sneer sneered and immediately accelerated, and the long stick in his hand fell.
A loud bang, the defense of Luo Long's surface was broken, and the body flew away.
After landing, he coughed up blood and was not hurt.
Zi Yan continued to move forward and said indifferently: "Yes, I can see you can block me."
"You don't come over, don't come over!"
Luo Long shouted and panicked. "I am a man in the holy mountain. If you kill me, the holy mountain will not let you go!"
"Holy Mountain? Didn't hear it."
The purple scorpion will not stop naturally, but sarcasm: "The holy mountain is even the scum of you, and it is not a good thing to think about it."
"This is a different story."
Just then, a brilliance fell from the sky and turned into a middle-aged man.
After Luo Long saw the middle-aged man, there was a touch of excitement in his horrified eyes. "Sister Wang, save me!"
The purple foot stopped and looked at the middle-aged man. "You want to save him?"
"I want to take him back to the holy mountain, but also hope that the little brothers can make it convenient." The middle-aged man said.
"If I don't agree?" Zi Yan said indifferently.
"The little brother said, how strong is my holy mountain? I believe this face, the little brother will still give it."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "And everyone will give it!"
Zi Yan nodded and said: "Since your words are so sincere, the face of the holy mountain, of course I have to give."
The middle-aged man's face is smug, and there is even a sneer in his eyes.
This kind of thing happened too many times, and the reputation of Mount Shengshan is not small.
Luo Long snorted and regained the color of grievances in his eyes. He was thinking about how to revenge in the future.
But then, the voice of the purple singer resounded: "Then go back with a body."
When the voice fell, he immediately rushed forward and raised his long stick again.
"you wanna die!"
The middle-aged man screamed at ~EbookFREE.me~
"shock!"
Ou Li appeared on the road of the middle-aged people, and the soul rushed out and shocked the other side.
A sable stick fell, this time did not keep it.
Destruction of the Soul!
A powerful soul, crazy into the body of Luo Long.
Luo Long made a scream of horror, and the grievances in his eyes were fixed.
Nothing happened again.
Luo Long’s soul died and died.
It’s just that the donkey has not died, but flies in the direction of the middle-aged.
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