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Chapter eight hundred and eighty second no chance of winning(2/2)

The whole person fell heavily to the ground again and completely fainted.

At this moment, we think Lao Feng is dead.

Because we have no strength to resist and save Lao Feng.

But at this moment, a familiar male voice suddenly rang:

"stop!"

When he heard this sound, Gui Sanyuan, who was about to kill, suddenly stopped.

And we were also attracted, and then instinctively looked over in the direction where the sound came.

I saw a man appearing in the mountains and forests in the distance.

The man looked pale and frivolous, and there were five or six red-skinned corpse monsters around him.

It’s not someone else, it’s my old classmate who joined the cult, Zhang Zitao.

"Young Master? Why are you here?"

Gui Sanyuan hesitated for a moment and spoke.

Zhang Zitao's expression was arrogant and glanced at the audience:

"What did you think I'm here to do? Of course, I killed them with my own hands.

Gui Sanyuan, don’t do it. Let me do it!"

Gui Sanyuan was actually not very happy with Zhang Zitao in his heart. Not only did he have low cultivation, he was still silly in front of him every day.

If it weren't for the fact that his godfather was more powerful and he lost the Langya Mountain stronghold, Gui Sanyuan would have killed Zhang Zitao as the ghost refining slave.

He would not change his name, and he changed it to Zhang Zitao "Young Master". He used to be called "Zitao" and "Xiao Zhang".

But one time and another, I can only rely on Zhang Zitao’s godfather in the future.

Therefore, in addition to the name changing, it still smiles on the surface.

"Young Master, since you want to come and do something in person, please come here!"

After saying that, Gui Sanyuan exerted force on his hand.

He threw Lao Feng several meters away, and Lao Feng rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

It happened to roll down to us...

As for Zhang Zitao, he looked arrogant.

He pulled out a dagger from his waist, showing an excitement on his face.
Chapter completed!
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