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980 Hunyuan Family Slave

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    Chunhe, who was running away in embarrassment, looked at Saint Lingyu speechlessly, "Do you create such a huge battle just to make your defeat look better?"

    Saint Feather Feather, whose whole body was covered in blood, was still very aggressive when he ran away, "Loose? Lord Chunhe, I beat sixteen, and I still dealt three heavy injuries! If this is in He'an, it will take at least ten years to start!"

    Seeing the extremely proud look of Saint Lingyu, Chunhe was even more speechless and rolled his eyes, "Now that I'm being kicked out like a grandson, what do you think I should do?"

    Saint Lingyu said strangely, "Chunhe City Lord, you have countless life-saving means anyway, why are you so nervous? I should be the one who is nervous, right? By the way, let's discuss it. If you can't stop it after a while, are you willing?  Use the means left by the top management of He'an to save me?"

    "ah?"

    "To be honest, I guess I still have one stick of incense, and I won't be able to hold it anymore."

    "Bad review!"

    The time of a stick of incense passed quickly, and the sixteen saints including Triangle Eyes surrounded Chunhe and the two of them again. At this time, all the sixteen saints were fierce, and three of them even gritted their teeth.

    Saint Lingyu saw something bad and quickly said, "Is it too late to surrender now? To be honest, I really don't know Chunhe City Lord"

    ¡°Death!¡± Saint Lingyu¡¯s words were interrupted by Saint with Triangular Eyes.

    "You dare to take action against the slaves of the Hunyuan family. I think you are really impatient!" Another ferocious-looking saint also followed suit.

    "Die!"

    "Eat my scorching sun finger!"

    Saint Lingyu was interrupted by numerous sounds and attacks.

    Saint Lingyu¡¯s face suddenly turned bitter. He looked at Chunhe and said sadly, ¡°City Lord Chunhe, help me! I¡¯m willing to pay!¡±

    He yelled the last few words through gritted teeth.

    I¡¯m probably going to lose money now!

    In fact, Chunhe had already taken action before Saint Lingyu asked for the money. He couldn't help but watch Saint Lingyu die in front of him.

    Chunhe mobilized his inner strength and quickly blocked the attacks of the saints such as Triangle Eyes.

    "Hmph, a dead thing is a dead thing after all, and the person who uses it is still a waste! I really don't know how body No. 7 was taken away by a waste like you!" Seeing that the attacks of himself and others were blocked, the saints such as Triangle Eyes had already expected,  While he was taunting, a strange formation was formed to trap Chun He and Saint Lingyu.

    "Chunhe City Lord, rush out!" Sensing the power of the formation, Saint Lingyu's expression changed wildly and he shouted at Chunhe.

    Chunhe's complexion also changed wildly, his hand movements remained unchanged, and some methods were activated, but what made him feel chilling was that these methods had no effect.

    "Chunhe City Lord, this attack shouldn't be used like this!"

    "It's useless, it's useless, City Lord Chunhe, you're not going in the right direction!"

    Seeing Chunhe diligently wasting money Saint Lingyu stamped his feet anxiously, and finally shouted, "Chunhe City Lord, give me one of these means, and I can take you out of this world."

    Chunhe glanced at Saint Lingyu and said, "It's a pity that I can't forward it."

    "Alas!" Saint Lingyu sighed, feeling that he was extremely unlucky. As soon as he arrived in Mengnan's Hunyuan space, he was involved in the dispute between Chunhe and Mengnan's slaves. Didn't he just want to make some money?

    It¡¯s a pity that there is no life flower.

    However, "Chunhe City Lord, if I die to save you, then my thirty sons and forty-five daughters"

    Chunhe's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly said with emotion, "I'll raise him!"

    After receiving Chunhe's answer, Saint Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and then took a tight breath, his eyes gradually became firm, and the already weak aura in his body rose like a drug.

    He spoke like a thunderbolt, "You domestic slaves, just come here, your labor and management will be worthy of enjoying the Ancestral Temple today!"

    The saints such as Triangle Eyes were shocked by the aura of Saint Lingyu, but before they could react, they heard a surprised voice, "Huh? Who deserves to enjoy the Ancestral Temple?"

    There was some curiosity in this voice, some ridicule, but also some shocking rules of the road.

    Strong hand!  This thought came to everyone's mind.

    The triangular-eyed saint reacted and said loudly, "The slave of the Hunyuan family was ordered to apprehend important criminals. Please help me from my fellow Taoists!"

    "Oh? You're going to commit a crime? What's the benefit of helping?" the voice asked with interest.

    The triangular-eyed saint is Shi Mingdao, "Naturally! Those who follow the will of Hunyuan will naturally receive the gifts of Hunyuan."

    "That's it""" The voice was even more interested, but pretended to be humble, "Actually, I don't care whether it's a gift or not. I mainly want to help Hunyuan.  "

    Shi Ming raised his eyebrows and made a subtle sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. These outsiders still behaved the same way as before, greedy for profit and fame, but this was fine.

    "In this case, please ask fellow Taoist to take action." Shi Ming said.

    Seeing that they were about to reach an agreement, Saint Lingyu hurriedly said, "This fellow Taoist has invited me. I am Saint Lingyu of the Zhongzhou Alliance. If you come from Luosheng Continent, you should have heard of my name."

    "Sorry, I haven't heard of it." The voice was decisive.

    Saint Lingyu paused for a moment, a little embarrassed, but quickly said, "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of me, but the name of Chunhe City Lord you should"

    Before he finished speaking, the voice suddenly became anxious, like a strong wind and huge waves on the lake, "Who?!"

    "Chunhe City Lord!" Saint Lingyu said quickly.

    Seeing that the voice was in a wrong state, Shi Ming hurriedly said, "This fellow Taoist, the so-called Lord of Chunhe City, is actually one of Mengnan Hunyuan's experimental subjects who stayed in Luosheng Continent back then, and is the key criminal named by Hunyuan.  ¡­¡±

    He originally wanted to bring out Mengnan Hunyuan to overwhelm others, but the words 'experimental subject' and 'key criminal' were like silver needles pricking acupuncture points, making the saint go crazy, "I'll blame your ancestors!"

    Following this voice, a purple fist mixed with thunder struck at Shi Ming and other Hunyuan slaves. It was like the arrival of a thunder god, casting thunder punishment on behalf of Jiutian. In an instant, the whole world was covered in dazzling purple.  Like a roaring ocean, it will swallow up all living things.

    Shi Ming sensed the power of the thunder and shouted, "What do you mean, fellow Taoist? Is there any misunderstanding here?"

    "No misunderstanding, labor and management are going to crush you like a berry!" He was answered with a deafening voice.

    "Boom!" The two sides collided, and the purple fist hit Shi Ming's chest hard, and the layers of defense he had formed shattered like ice.

    "Poof!" Shi Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, which hit the ground like a cannonball. The ground with a radius of thousands of miles suddenly sank and cracked like spider veins.

    "You actually dare to hurt Lord Tokimie! You are seeking death!"

    "You are provoking the majesty of Hunyuan!"

    A jade-faced middle-aged monk wearing a purple embroidered gold robe and a crown of the Five Sacred Mountains faced these fierce taunts from the Hunyuan slaves. He just snorted coldly and then walked slowly through the group of Hunyuan slaves.  His expressions changed several times, but in the end no one took action.

    The middle-aged monk came to Chunhe, slowly lowered his head, and said in a most respectful tone, "Wu An, the Mine Management Committee member, has met the city lord. I wish the city lord long live!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.  com
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