"It's natural. The slave family knows very well what kind of person you are." Fox Dieyi had expected it in advance. She gently tapped her lips with her finger, pretending to be a big sister trying to scare a child, and whispered:
"But once the tall buildings are up, you have to be careful about how they affect your vision~"
The corners of Meng Jingchen's mouth moved, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't.
He opened the door and left. Fox Dieyi chuckled, caressed the fox in her arms, turned around and turned into a butterfly of nothingness.
The paper was discarded nonchalantly on the ground. I saw a few lines of boyish words on it, to the effect that someone was planning to set up an organization to hunt down Mo Yin Dao. It may be that it has just been released, and there are still very few thumbprints of those who agree with it.
At the top, naturally, is the name of the advocate. In the dimness, I could vaguely make out a few words.
[Zhao Gufeng].
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In Chaoyun Street Port, a hexagonal building is under construction in full swing, attracting the attention of everyone around.
"What is this for?"
"I do not know……"
The crowd was chattering, and there were also a few guards in white among them. They listened in the crowd for a while, then turned and headed towards the round, black-gold auction house.
At this moment, the auction house looks like there are some rare treasures being prepared for sale, with a constant stream of guards coming and going.
All guards enter a room. And the person in that room was none other than the director of the big business hall.
At this moment, there was also a person sitting opposite him. He was sent by Qiongtian Palace to help deal with the strangers. His name was Ling Guangtong. The two of them have been going back and forth over the past few days to analyze the new actions of the strangers and weigh how to deal with them.
"A message was sent yesterday that such buildings have been built in several other important trading towns." Ling Guangtong flipped through the letter in his hand, "If it is indeed such a martial arts competition hall, the guards of your big business hall can go and suppress it. It suppressed their arrogance."
After the disaster of Jiuche Xiaoying, the curator recruited many original strong men to serve as guards. After a period of training, they already have considerable qualities. But after hearing what Ling Guangtong said, the curator still shook his head.
"No, we don't know their details. If we get involved too early, we must have fallen into a trap." The curator said, "I think to be on the safe side, you should ask Mu Zongqing more, and we will act together with them."
Ling Guangtong sighed: "I have to say that now even when sending letters, those foreigners have to intervene. Now the communication has slowed down greatly, and we won't be able to take advantage of many things."
"Of course I know this..."
The curator insisted. However, at this moment, the door was opened again.
"What else...huh?!"
The two of them thought it was a guard in white who came in to report, but when the man entered the room, they were suddenly shocked.
What came in was a foreign man who was taking off his white clothes. His curly hair was very fluffy and he looked extremely tall.
"You...who allowed you to come here?" The curator stood up without losing his dignity, but the height of the two of them naturally made the curator less imposing.
"Because I have something to tell you. This is the fastest way." The man spread his hands indifferently and threw aside the white clothes he took off. "I can't stand the endless questioning of those at the door."
"Sure enough, I relaxed..." Ling Guangtong gritted his teeth.
"What's the matter with you?" the curator asked coldly.
The man took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to the curator: "Our manager said that this paper must be given to you because it is very important. The content has been corrected into your words, so you can read it smoothly."
Ling Guangtong stood up and looked at the paper with the curator. There weren't many words on it, but it made both of them look ugly at the same time.
"The martial arts competition hall will be completed soon. Do you want us to go and show off?" Ling Guangtong clenched his fists and said word by word, "You can tell your manager that we won't go."
But the man had already made plans to leave. After hearing his words, he just nodded: "This is not surprising - our manager said that as long as you see this piece of paper, we can express our respect for delivering it in person. ,Will suffice."
After that, he left quickly. There were two people in the room again, but the atmosphere was completely different.
"...I'll write a letter first and see what Mu Zongqing and the others think." Ling Guangtong pondered for a moment, then turned around to get pen and paper.
The curator slowly walked towards the door. Ling Guangtong couldn't help but frown: "Director, where are you going?"
"I understand." The curator didn't look back. "Similar to before, they are about to turn from darkness to light. Since they plan to threaten us with force, I am going to ask that expert to come forward for help."
The man just left caused a commotion outside, so guards soon came to help the curator leave.
Ling Guangtong looked at the noisy door, sighed with complicated emotions, and continued to write.
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Martial arts halls were erected all over the lower world, and an inexplicable coldness floated uneasily in the sky.
As the slow river flowed from top to bottom, Liripu, located in the hinterland of the lower world, was also enveloped in this severe cold.
Many strangers' faces have appeared on the streets. In addition to those businessmen, there seem to be some people who don't look like businessmen. The streets were a lot quieter, but in one place it seemed to be bustling with people.
In the Liripu Competition Hall, even in the daytime, the high-hanging lights were still bright, shining on everyone's face, which seemed to be red and swollen due to congestion.
"Do it! Do it!"
"Come on! Come on!"
The sound of the gathered crowd was like a rushing tide, sometimes cheering and sometimes booing. On the high hexagonal platform, two sturdy figures were circling in circles, sweating profusely.
One of them is a stranger, and the corresponding one is a local man. The two stood upright with ferocious looks on their faces. Occasionally they collided, always seizing the opportunity to throw each other off the stage.
"Come on! There's a chance, idiot!"
"He's going to pull you from behind! Turn back!"
The audience below was only more excited than the two people on the stage. They kept roaring, their blood was gushing, and they didn't care at all even if some of them were hoarse from shouting.
Most of them bet their money on the stage, either to beat a single game or to beat the entire audience today. The winning side will receive a considerable reward, whereas those who press the wrong one will lose everything.
Naturally, the participants on the stage also receive bonuses, which is one of the reasons why they work very hard. Everyone present was tense all the time because of tension, as if if they were not careful, their wallets would be thrown down from a height like losers.
There were still people on the street who came in to watch out of curiosity, and many people were stopped by the excitement here. The competition hall was obviously a bit cramped, and it was already overcrowded even in the morning.
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