Where is Lord Fang Zong?
Hai Muyue inquired about the left and right sides.
The warehouse official's face grew even more bitter, because he hadn't seen Fang Zong leave at all.
"Hai Muyue"
Suddenly, the king of the small kingdom cried out again.
Hai Muyue hurried to the small kingdom's king and found a long line of blood-red characters behind the empty treasury. The characters, written with sharp, forceful strokes, reeked of animal blood and were brimming with murderous intent, as if someone had slaughtered millions of lives, accumulating killing energy to create this line of writing.
"Senior Brother Ant, I'll be taking my leave for now. Let's make a ten-year agreement. If, ten years from now, Senior Brother Ant cannot withstand a hundred of my moves, I will destroy Chenxing Valley and slaughter the Iron Brush Kingdom."
"I'm in charge of my own world. If I want to kill, I don't need any excuses or show any mercy."
"Senior Brother Ant, is this reason enough?"
Hai Muyue
Should I be happy, or should I cry?
With these words in large characters, his father, the Star-Picking Venerable, would definitely do everything in his power to hunt down Fang Zong. If he couldn't catch him, he would strive to improve himself and reach an even higher peak.
Should he hope that the Star-Picking Venerable will kill Fang Zong, or that he won't?
"Star Valley Flying Kite, quickly activate Star Valley Flying Kite to report to the Star-Picking Grandmaster!"
Hai Muyue and the young prince both exclaimed, but when they turned around, they were met with An You'er's speechless gaze.
The three people looked at each other, completely dumbfounded.
"Kill him"
"Kill him"
"Kill him"
The ants, like headless flies, bumped around aimlessly, searching for Fang Zong.
He was filled with regret.
But at this moment, forget everything else. Even if it means traversing thousands of miles and chasing Fang Zong for miles, you must kill him.
However, they could not find it anywhere.
Achoo!
Earth, the East, a beautiful little island in the South China Sea.
Fang Zong sneezed, rubbed his nose, and knew who was cursing him. With his current strength, why would he sneeze for no reason?
"Eight hundred thousand spirit stones, half of them for Elder Wang."
"The remaining hundreds of thousands of yuan, even if I force it, should be enough to get me to the Imperial Path level."
Fang Zong chuckled softly and casually made a phone call, "Hey, let's have a dinner party and barbecue tonight."
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