"Where's my brother?"
Huang Jun asked tremblingly.
Tang Xiaobao finally turned around and said with a grin, "Of course he's dead, and his soul is gone."
"You lied to me!"
Huang Jun became even more frightened.
He couldn't believe it either.
Tang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Okay, then let me put it another way. He has now gone to the Western Paradise. Or, in other words, he is everywhere, right here in the world."
After saying that, Tang Xiaobao had a storage bag in his hand and said with a grin, "Look, this should be his storage bag."
Huang Jun finally believed it and couldn't help but shout, "No!"
puff!
He was filled with rage and vomited blood, and his breath became much weaker.
Now that Huang Zhong is dead, no one here can be a match for Tang Xiaobao.
Even though there are more than 30 people on my side, it's really stressful.
Moreover, Huang Zhong is a demon among the younger generation of the Huang family. His death will anger the family and will also be a huge loss to the family.
How should I explain this when I get back?
Will the elders in the tribe blame me?
But Tang Xiaobao no longer cares about them now. What he cares about is how many treasures are in the storage bag.
His divine sense invaded, and after just one look, he was stunned with his eyes wide open.
His breathing became rapid.
I’m rich, really rich this time.
He counted them carefully, couldn't help but chuckle and talk to himself.
"It's all a big fat sheep!"
Hearing his words, the people from the Sirius Mercenary Group on the opposite side couldn't help but shudder.
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