In the hall, a plain-looking middle-aged man took off his bamboo hat and put it aside, ordered two side dishes and a jug of wine and ate it slowly.

There is a slight smile on the corner of the mouth.

"They really look like my mother, but most of them look like me...so I can no longer use my original appearance because it brings back bad memories."

"As expected of me... he's so handsome!"

There were several people nearby who were whispering about Fang Tu's deeds. The middle-aged man glanced at him quietly, "These guys are secretly criticizing my son? Do you want a beating?"

The little guy's current situation is not very good, which is really uneasy.

Now this kid should want to kill people... That kind of evil spirit that is about to explode is just... tsk, he really looks like me.

I wanted to come and see my son and then leave, but in the end, I decided to stay for a few days.

Not very reassured.

That old thief must have an agenda.

If it really doesn't work, I'll cut it off and then leave... But now my strength hasn't recovered enough to cut it off... It's really depressing.

At this moment, a cold breath invaded Hongyun Restaurant silently.

The middle-aged man frowned: This smell... is a bit familiar.

…

Wen Xin Mo Xiang Bookstore.

The Night Emperor's consciousness scanned the surrounding area.

"Have you found anyone who can pose a threat to you?" Ye Huang looked at Sikong Dou and asked, "Are you suffering from the sequelae of being a thief?"

"How can you not talk like a gun and a stick?" Sikong Dou said angrily: "Do you think I will feel wrong?"

The Night Emperor nodded.

Sikong Dou will never sense a mistake, that is, the opponent's aura is better hidden and not discovered. But the more this happens, the more dangerous it is.

Continuing to detect, he suddenly said: "Brother Fang, isn't he also eating across the street?"

Sikong Dou rolled his eyes and said, "Otherwise, that's why I asked you to come over. This kid probably wants to kill someone. I'm waiting to see if I can help..."

Sikong Ye rolled his eyes sideways: "Why are you starting to flatter me?"

Sikong Dou sighed: "We can't keep misunderstanding."

"What's that misunderstanding?"

Sikongye clicked his tongue twice: "You are just blinded by your own lard..."

"Stop talking. Pay attention and observe! Don't miss anything." Sikongdou's face was full of black lines, showing the aura of a big brother.

"Haha..." Sikong Ye stopped talking.

But he also started to really care. If something happened to Fang Che under his nose, where would his brothers put their faces?

…

In a restaurant adjacent to Hongyun Restaurant, two men in white were enjoying their time eating and drinking.

"There's no movement over there yet."

"Be patient and don't be impatient."

"I feel like I still need to report this matter to Master Yi."

"It's just a small thing."

Another person drank lightly and said: "The Qinglong Gang has been killed to this extent. People die every day. The gang is about to explode. If you don't express your emotions, you and I are the only ones who know this kind of thing...

If the Qinglong Gang continues to shrink like this, even if the Qinglong Gang can make a comeback later, the losses cannot be compensated, and the people complaining now are absolute hardcore and hardcore confidants."

"The higher-ups don't care about emotions. All they care about is victory or defeat."

"Then what should we do with our emotions? Our gang must be responsible for relieving them. In this situation, there is only one way to resolve them. Once reported, they will definitely be stopped."

"So...you and I will cooperate."

The man in white sighed: "Young Master Yun will leave Southeast sooner or later. When he was there, the Feng family had the strength to support Southeast, but he is no longer here? What should I do?"

"These things... the boss emphasized it many times before we came."

"That's what you said. Let's wait and see. With the strength of these eight patrols, I really don't take them seriously."

"So this matter is very easy."

"Haha...drink."

…

Fang Che and others got up and left directly.

No nostalgia at all.

It even gives people the feeling of "running away in a hurry to avoid something".

"Boss, they won't fail to follow you."

"No."

"Why? We can call for reinforcements at any time. This is our territory." Mo Ganyun was a little confused.

"Because firstly, we also need merit, and secondly, they are absolutely sure to escape with their lives."

"People like this from the Demon Cult will not give up until they achieve their goals."

Fang Che pondered: "I'm just wondering now where their confidence comes from."

Everyone began to think deeply.

Because, supposedly it shouldn't be.

Although these people must retaliate for their hatred, each one of them also cherishes his own life.

This time I suddenly became so brave.

There must be a reason.

Feng Xiangdong said: "Is it possible that the Qinglong Gang has been forced to do nothing by us? The Qinglong Gang has a total of 7,400 members, including the outside members, totaling 20,000. Now we have

Have you killed 17,000 people?"

"cannot!"

Fang Che said flatly: "It's not to that point yet. Because the top management is intact! There may be some emotional outbursts, but it's not to the extreme. But there must be a reason."

The nine people walked quickly along the way.

He soon left the busy city and headed towards a quiet and remote place.

"You really don't want to inform Chief Zhao and the others?" Yu Zhongge asked.

"Already notified. However, it is said that a demon from the Only One Sect has entered East Lake Continent and is currently near the southeast headquarters."

Fang Che said worriedly: "Someone will come, but they may not be able to arrive in time. Because we have to concentrate our efforts on that side."

"The other party's plan is quite thorough."

Xue Wanren pressed the hilt of his sword and smiled grimly.

At this moment, a whining flute sound suddenly came from a distant place in the air.

When the flute sounded, the sky was filled with sorrow and the earth was miserable. A sense of sadness suddenly enveloped the world.

And this sound seemed to come from heaven.

Fang Che and others felt a heaviness in their hearts at the same time, and their minds were actually affected by the sound of the flute.

The sound of the flute is like the wind in the sky, getting closer and closer.

A loud shout rang out: "Heavenly King Xiao! Buqiu is here!"

A figure rises from the ground like a mountain, breaking through the wind and clouds, and shoots straight into the sky.

in the air.

A faint voice said: "Bu Qiu, you are here, haha, but are you my opponent?"

Then there was a continuous roar, and the two masters were already fighting in the sky.

In an instant, there was thunder and lightning, and the earth shook.

But in this world-destroying storm, the sound of the flute was so sobbing that it never stopped.

"It's Xiao, the devil's protector of the Solipsism!"

Fang Che's heart sank.

Ranked eighth in the cloud weapon spectrum, the Big Demon King Xiao.

I am alone with a flute and a sword, and I go up and down alone. The world owes me seven points, and I owe a billion people in the underworld!
Chapter completed!