"Hmm..." Fang Zhiyi touched his chin, "hiss..."
Xiao Hei also imitated him.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly smiled: "Starting with full equipment, this condition is too good, I am afraid you will let me start as a waiter."
"If you can, you should consider it."
"Shut up."
"This Prince Xuan... is not a good person." Fang Zhiyi changed the subject.
Xiao Hei nodded. "He's just a pawn in his hands. His goal is to create chaos when he seizes power. No matter what, he's doomed. Even the places marked on the simplified map are already hiding assassins intent on silencing him."
"Sir, I, the Death Chaser, request that you teach those ignorant brats a lesson." A masked subordinate trotted in with a respectful attitude.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him and said, "Pass my order and have all the leaders from all over come here."
"Yes...ah?" The subordinate was a little confused.
"Hurry up."
Seeing Fang Zhiyi's expression, his men quickly obeyed the order and left. You know, since the establishment of Wanbao Pavilion, in order to avoid being exposed, they rarely gathered together. But this time, the Lord suddenly gave such an order. Could it be?
In just a few days, the once quiet and deserted mountain became bustling.
"Embroiderer, you're beautiful again. How about we live together?"
"You drink this glass of wine, I will think about it."
"Come on, everyone knows you're a master at using poison. I haven't lived long enough."
"Death ghost, I heard that the grain store under your control was overthrown by a few young boys? Hahahahaha."
"You old thing, you're still alive?"
"Why did you summon us all here, sir? I have a lot of things to do."
"Is it going to be a big thing?"
"Stop guessing and shut up." The man holding the wine gourd took a few sips of wine, leaned back comfortably, and uttered a few words lightly.
The noisy crowd paused for a moment and then started making noise again.
"Drunken Sword Immortal, what right do you have to order me around?"
"Want to fight? Come on, my sword is thirsty for energy. Let me make it clear, you are not allowed to use the sword."
Only when Fang Zhiyi appeared did everyone stop and look up at the figure on the steps.
If it weren't for him, I don't know how tall the grass on my grave would be. No, maybe there wouldn't even be a grave. The other party understood my intentions, and they admired me from the bottom of their hearts.
They also respected Fang Zhiyi. They didn't know Fang Zhiyi's intentions, but some people could guess. After all, everyone here was more or less dissatisfied with the world.
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