Fang Che stopped and frowned: "What are you talking about?"

Xiong Rushan: "?Don't you see it?"

Fang Che looked confused: "What are you talking about... eighteen people?"

Xiong Rushan was also stunned: "??"

"Master Xiong Altar, what you said is nonsense..."

Fang Che asked in confusion: "You mean, those eighteen people are going to deal with me?"

"No, no! That's not what I meant!"

Xiong Rushan felt as though he had been granted amnesty, and immediately put aside his worries: "It would be best if you didn't know!"

"Master Xiong Altar, please speak clearly."

Fang Che asked.

Xiong Rushan had already run away in the heavy snow.

Fang Che shook his head and smiled calmly.

The families of those eighteen people have been sorted out. Those who should be killed have been killed, and those who should be kept have been kept.

Now that they have caused trouble, will they do it again?

Fang Che didn't want to continue with this. They were already dead, and no one else knew about it. It was not a family action, and it would be too much to start a war.

Let Xiong Rushan be treated as missing.

…

Inspection Office.

Ye Meng and Zhao Ying'er were practicing hard, sparring in the wind and snow. Zhao Ying'er used strange techniques to pat Ye Meng's body back and forth, shaking Ye Meng's body acupuncture points, allowing the spiritual energy to condense and break through.

There is only a layer of window paper left before reaching the king level.
Chapter completed!