The fat city lord thought that he could use his huge energy to force out the poison.

But after he tried it, he soon found in horror that his energy had no effect on this poison.

Even though he used all his energy to drive away the toxins, after his energy met these toxins, his energy was actually dissipating at an extremely fast speed.

The horror in his eyes grew deeper and deeper.

This is impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

He doesn't believe it.

However, the cruel reality forced him to believe it.

He didn't understand why the energy emitted by himself, a super strong man of the sixth level, had no effect on the toxins of this mere fifth-level barbarian dragon.

Of course he wouldn't understand.

This toxin comes from the inheritance of the poisonous dragon.

It is a real poisonous dragon!

Only when the barbarian dragon evolves to its limit can it reach the sub-dragon.

Only when the sub-dragon evolves to the limit can it reach the real giant dragon.

He is just a mere barbarian dragon, how could he resist the toxins of the giant dragon?

Seeing that the other two barbarian dragons had turned into a pool of dark green mucus, the despair in his heart became deeper and deeper.

Pale bones could already be seen on his arm.

He was hesitant in his heart, and immediately put the knife on Wen Zilong's neck to threaten him;

I would like to ask him to let himself go.

The success rates of these two methods do not seem to be very high.

But he had no time to hesitate.

He had made up his mind and had already planned to lift the energy knife in his hand.

But at this moment, Wen Zilong's voice suddenly came:

"Please, I'll let you go."

This sound is extremely tempting and infectious.

The fat city lord quickly looked up and looked at Wen Zilong.

As soon as he saw Wen Zilong's face, he felt disgusted.

But at this time, his life is in his hands, and he doesn't care about this at all.

With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he asked, "Really?"

Wen Zilong smiled and said, "Mencius will not lie."

Upon hearing this, the fat city lord hurriedly said, "Mr. Wen, please spare me this time, I will never dare to do it again."

Wen Zilong smiled and said, "Are you convinced?"

"Pretend, take it, of course."

The fat city lord dared not hesitate at all.

"I called you Fat City Lord, do you dare to agree?"

"I dare not, I absolutely dare not."

The fat city lord replied subconsciously.

"Um?"

Wen Zilong's voice was slightly cold.

The fat city lord reacted and hurriedly said, "Master Wen, call it whatever you want, and call it whatever you want."

Wen Zilong laughed and said, "Fat City Lord."

"I am here."

The fat city lord can only answer.

"Fat man."

"exist."

"Little fat."

The fat city lord was almost crying.

Seeing that the flesh on his arms was getting less and less and more bones were getting more and more, he felt so bitter.

You can call me, but can you cure the poison first?

But now he is the leader and he has no say at all.

"I am here."

The Fat City Lord's voice was filled with mouth.

Wen Zilong seemed to have had enough fun.

He smiled and the dark green toxins on the fat city lord condensed into dark green poisonous mist and flew back into Wen Zilong's body.

Since the fat city lord admitted to losing, Wen Zilong's leader's will was naturally unceremonious and controlled him.

At this point, Wen Zilong has already owned three sixth-level super strong men.

Grand Secretary Mi was promoted to the mid-stage sixth level two days ago.

Si Hong has always been in the mid-stage sixth level.

Now, the strength of this fat city lord has actually reached the peak of the sixth level.

With such powerful subordinates, you don’t have to do many things yourself in the future.

Wen Zilong's mental power moved, and the ice-attribute energy condensed into an ice blade, easily cutting off the chains that fixed him.

"Fatty, you haven't had a meal for three days, you're really cruel."

The fat city lord quickly responded: "It's your subordinate, it's not. You'll order someone to prepare."

Wen Zilong said: "From the future, call me Lord Wen in front of outsiders."

"yes."

...

Soon, the food was ready.

Wen Zilong swept away all the food in less than half an hour.

I was not satisfied with this, so I asked the fat city lord to prepare another table of food.

Wen Zilong had a great time eating it.

After eating, he picked his teeth and asked the fat city lord:

"Fatty, how many barbarian dragon stones do you have here?"

The fat city lord honestly replied: "I have 40 more here."

Wen Zilong was a little surprised and said, "Isn't this Barbarian Dragon Stone extremely rare? Why do you have so many here?"

The fat city lord said: "More than fifty years ago, we discovered a Manlong Stone Mine here."

"Banlong Stone Mine?"

Wen Zilong's eyes lit up.

The fat city lord then replied: "Our Manlong Stone Mine can produce more than 500 Manlong Stones every year, and they all have to be handed over to the kingdom. However, I have kept 50 privately over the years."

Wen Zilong nodded when he heard this.

Then he said, "Don't hand over this year's money, leave it to me."

The fat city lord replied without any hesitation: "Yes."

Wen Zilong was puzzled: "Give it all to me. If the kingdom asks, how do you explain it?"

The Fat City Lord said: "Sometimes there will be some accidents in the Manlong Stone Mine. If the accident is a little bigger, there will be no harvest in a whole year. As long as we create a fake accident and report it to the kingdom, we can easily deceive them."

Wen Zilong nodded: "Okay, that's it."

Then he said, "Now bring me all your barbarian dragon stones."

The fat city lord nodded and replied, "I'll give you 40 of my 40 pieces first. Since the kingdom only collected 500 pieces five months ago, there are only more than 100 pieces in the mine now. Those more than 100 pieces will take at least more than ten days to transport them."

Wen Zilong thought for a while and said:

"I don't need to transport it here, I'll get it myself."
To be continued...