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866. Mr. Liu, the owner of Xianghui Building in the black market

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    Chunhe has said this many times. The saints who come to He'an almost always hold an inherent concept and regard He'an as a general force, and then they will most likely suffer big losses.

    He'an is unique in the Luosheng Continent. He is a stick in the shit basin. He is different.

    Hatori looked at Haruhe without saying anything for a while.

    Chunhe did not delve into this issue, but said, "Sage, I am willing to give up Mengnan's Hunyuan space. I just hope that the saint can help He."

    Huoturi looked at He An and smiled, "He An is playing with the situation these days, do you still need my help?"

    It is true that Huoturi has just come to He'an, and many things are unclear, but as a saint in the same realm, he has sharp ears and eyes, and some things are going straight into his mind.

    Chunhe smiled bitterly, "Sage, don't cancel. How can An and I be so capable and do so many tricks? In the final analysis, our own strength is still insufficient."

    "Sage, as long as you can help me and Ancheng escape from this dangerous situation where the city may be destroyed at any time, I persuade fellow Taoist Amulin and fellow Taoist Xiamo to tell you everything about the Mengnan Hunyuan Space."

    Haruhe looked at Huoturi with eyes full of expectation and a little uneasiness.

    Huoturi smiled softly, "If I don't help you, won't I get clues to the Hunyuan Space? Is there anyone else besides me who deserves to own the Hunyuan Space in Mengnan?"

    Spring and silence.

    But he quickly said freely and casually, "So the saint came to peace to ruin things?"

    Hatori looked at Haruhe, "So what if it is? So what if it's not?"

    Chunhe said calmly, "If we are here to cause trouble, although we know that we are not the opponent of the saint, we will not sit and wait for death. We will always learn the clever tricks of the same realm. If not, An and I will die.  Do your best to entertain good saints.¡±

    "You want to learn my clever tricks?" Huoturi raised his eyebrows slightly.

    Chunhe smiled, "Although the life of an ant is cheap, when facing a giant dragon, it has to show its teeth and claws."

    "Are you threatening me?" Hatori raised his eyebrows even more fiercely, and a power like a mountain burst out, spreading towards Haruhe. Just as Haruwa was about to say something, all his flesh and blood suddenly collapsed, and his whole body was about to fall apart.

    Huoturi was stunned, and quickly waved his hand to reunite Haruhe's body, and nourished Haruhe's soul with the avenue.

    Soon, Chunhe came back to his senses from the gate of hell.

    Hatori looked at Haruhe and marveled, "So you are really a mortal."

    Chunhe was still sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai at this time, neither humble nor arrogant, "Yes, I have no cultivation at all, so I ask the saint to be more careful in the future. If I am not careful, I will really die."

    "Is this a threat?"

    "That's right."

    After Haruwa answered, he was waiting for Hatori's new words, but Hatori didn't seem to be interested in continuing to speak. Haruwa didn't rush him, so he just waited there.

    It was about tea time, and Chunhe was thinking about whether he wanted another bowl of noodles, and Huoturi finally said, "Goodbye."

    "What?" Before Haruhe could react, Huoturi's body slowly disappeared.

    Chunhe was anxious, "Sage, you haven't settled the bill yet!"

    The virtual body of Huoturi shook as if being blown by the wind.

    After the body of Hatori completely dissipated, Haruwa waved his hand to the noodle stall owner and pointed at the disappeared Hatori, "How much did he just eat?"

    The noodle stall owner looked at Chunhe strangely, "Who is the city lord?"

    "That's the person sitting opposite me." Chunhe frowned.

    ¡°There is no one, it¡¯s just the city lord himself.¡± The noodle stall owner was even more surprised.

    Chunhe looked at the noodle stall owner and opened his mouth to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just sighed in his heart that the methods of the saint in the same realm were extraordinary.

    Chunhe paid for an extra bowl of noodles and told the noodle stall owner that it was a tip. The noodle stall owner danced with joy, not because he lacked the small amount of money, but because the city lord, a tough guy, actually paid for the reward, which was of great significance.

    Chunhe glanced at the dancing noodle stall owner and felt that this man was even more troubled than him, so he stood up and left.

    But as soon as he stood up and before he could move his feet, he saw someone appear in front of him. Shi Shiran sat down and said, "Chunhe City Lord, want another bowl of noodles?"

    Looking at the sudden appearance of this person, Chunhe felt a slight shock in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He rubbed his belly and said, "I just ate and I feel so full that I won't accompany my fellow Taoist."

    As he said that, he was about to leave.

    But his body was completely out of control and he sat down straight away.

    "What do you mean, fellow Taoist?" After sitting down, Chunhe got straight to the point. The protection that Saint He'an put on him was not activated.??I burst into tears instantly.

    "The city lord!"

    "The city lord"

    And as Changqin burst into tears, other high-level officials and saints also cried with envy. Chunhe's current state is really so bad that even the beggar pretending to be miserable on the bridge is better than him.

    "Why are you crying? I'm not dead!" Chunhe glared at everyone and said in a hoarse voice.

    Before anyone could speak, Chunhe looked at the noodle stall owner.

    At this time, the noodle stall owner has returned to normal. At this time, he looked remorseful and said, "City Lord, it's all my fault for not being able to protect you. It's all my fault! It's all my fault!"

    At the end of the story, the noodle stall owner wanted to slap himself a few times. Chunhe was the inverse scale of all He'an people, but he was almost scratched at his noodle stall, which made him want to kill himself.

    "There's no need to be like this, as long as it's okay, it's okay." Chunhe comforted him in a hoarse voice, "It's not your problem. With his level of cultivation, it's useless to anyone."

    "Why isn't this my problem? I'm too weak! If I were stronger than him, how could this happen?" the noodle stall owner cried.

    Spring and silence.

    After a moment, he spoke, "What you said makes sense. In the final analysis, we are still too weak. Weakness is the original sin."

    There has never been a moment when Chunhe understood the meaning of the phrase "weakness is the original sin" more than now.

    "Master Liu!" Chunhe engraved this name on every inch of his heart.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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