The temptation of three second rank ones.
"I, I..."
"What are you?"
Interrogation outside the Treasure House gate.
Bao Jiaxiang's whole body pores tightly closed, immense fear looming overhead.
Lao Yingtian knelt down with a thud, kowtowing: "Elder Xi!"
Boom!
Xi Wuyi waved his sleeve, and the two of them slammed into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"You two have some nerve!"
...
Thirst.
Thirst from the flesh to the soul.
Like a piece of roast, cut from the cow, first bleeding, then dripping oil, finally burnt, turning black as pitch.
The small creek dried up, gradually, water seeped out.
Liang Qu drank heartily, suddenly shook his head, wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, sat down on the ground, his spirit and pupils unfocused for a long time.
"Master?" Lao Mengyao tentatively poked him.
Liang Qu held his head, it felt dizzy and feverish, difficult to think.
A while later.
He remembered he was still hosting Elder Tianhuo.
