When the count saw these two people, he saw what was in their broken bowl. He guessed that this was the one in the Beggars' Sect who wandered in the world.

The clothes they wore were all made up of, and their feet were still wearing shredded shoes.

It doesn't look like the old and weak can't work, but they start working as a beggar for lunch.

"Your names are not written here, right? Who said I look rich again? I haven't stayed in a hotel if I have money?"

The Count had no intention of leaving.

"Hmph, it seems that if you don't hit you, you won't know how powerful I hit the dog."

The middle-aged man beat her bamboo stick, White Earl.

The Count failed to cultivate spiritual energy like the people in the immortal world, but they had the skill of their blood clan to exercise their bodies. This person who used the dog-beating stick to hit people only used martial arts to hit him. The stick he beat was not very strong, and it was no threat to him, and there was no information on spiritual energy.

The Count blocked the dog-beating stick with his hand, and then grabbed the dog-beating stick and pulled it. The middle-aged man underestimated the Count and was pulled in front of him without any warning.

The count pulled the middle-aged man in front of him, and felt the smell of the middle-aged man's body again, and then pushed him.
Chapter completed!