Although the guard of the palace was happy with the windfall, he did not forget the agreement he made with the previous junior and came as scheduled.
At this time, he was in high spirits. After hearing about Brother Zhuang's trouble, he casually agreed and came to the auction house by chance.
When he first met the junior, the guard of the palace was quite excited, but after a short period of getting along with him, he found that his junior had more and more character flaws, and he gradually became disgusted with him. He wished he could take him away from here earlier, and break off the relationship after solving the trouble, so as not to get into trouble one day.
At this time, the guard of the palace was already filled with anger, and it was only when he saw Wu Fan that he calmed down. But his anger only extinguished for a moment before it was ignited again and completely exploded.
"Bastard! Don't let go! Ah..." But before he finished speaking, the stubborn anger in his heart was instantly doused by a basin of cold water, and there was no spark left, "Executor... Lord..."
"Inclusive! This is my friend, he is just joking with me!" Wu Fan hurriedly explained when he saw the executioner's gloomy face.
"Really?" Bao Luo looked at the two of them after hearing this, and then let go.
"Master Guard, are you okay?" After all, this man was in trouble because of himself, Wu Fan hurriedly asked with concern.
"Ah...I...I'm fine!" The guard of the work hall was already in a state of confusion. He secretly wondered what kind of identity the boy in front of him had, and he could actually call the executor by his name.
"Ahem, little brother, you talk to the executor first. I have something else to do, so I won't disturb you!" After saying goodbye to Wu Fan, the guard of the palace spread his legs and ran away.
While running away, the guard of the work hall was thinking, could this guy in front of him be pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger? Or is he an undercover agent of one of the palace masters who broke into the work palace? However, when he thought about it again, he felt that this idea was really ridiculous. He had never heard of a palace master who had a close relationship with the executor of the Vientiane Market.
"It's not a good place to stay for a long time!" The guard of the Gongdian Palace was frightened. He always felt that what Wu Fan left for him was not long-term gold. It was clearly money to buy his life! So I hurriedly left the Vientiane Market without saying a word.
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"This...how should I say this?" Brother Zhuang, who was hiding in the distance, looked at the two figures in the distance with twinkling eyes.
As soon as the auction house ended, he hurried out for his plan.
Originally, he was still struggling with how to talk to his senior, but he didn't expect that the latter would take his leave before he could, leaving him with a chance to escape!
Brother Zhuang originally returned to the door of the auction house with the attitude of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that he would actually wait for that figure!
After that, he followed him all the way, sometimes left and sometimes right, but he didn't dare to get even half a step closer because of the fear in his heart.
"Huh? Why are there no people?" Brother Zhuang saw that there was no one here, and he was about to muster the courage to step forward, but when he looked up, he found that the two people in the distance had disappeared.
"It's broken, it's broken! If these two people leave first, then my plan will come to nothing again!" Brother Zhuang looked anxious and couldn't help but jump out.
But just when his face turned red with anxiety, two figures appeared behind him out of thin air. Brother Zhuang felt the sound of wind ringing in his ears, and before he could react, his eyes darkened and he fainted...
I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly felt pain in his body while he was feeling dizzy. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had been slapped on the ground.
"Boy! How long are you going to pretend to be dead?" Before Brother Zhuang could recover, he heard a loud roar in his ears, which made his ears buzz and he subconsciously jumped up. .
But before he could regain his footing, he felt his chest tighten and someone grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.
"I've never seen you before... Where are you from, kid? Tell me! Did the Taiyin King send you to watch my jokes?"
This loud roar was like a rolling thunder, which made Brother Zhuang's skin jump in shock. He suddenly woke up and suppressed his depression and said: "Lord Yishan King! Misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding! Please listen to my explanation... "
"You little guy followed the two of us all the way, do you really think we were unaware of it?" Brother Zhuang did not pose any threat to King Yishan, so the former naturally did not take the latter seriously and sneered: "Say! I I just want to see what farts you can come up with?"
At this time, Brother Zhuang was facing Yishan King and Benlei King. Since they left the Vientiane Market, they felt someone watching behind them. It was only because they were wary of taking action in the Vientiane Market that they did not take action directly. He was kidnapped directly.
"I let it go! I let it go..." Although Brother Zhuang felt tight in his chest, he did not dare to put forward any conditions. He could only say tremblingly: "Master Yishan King! The reason why I want to follow you is because I have something to tell you. You..." Then he told everything he knew truthfully.
"You said... Taiyin King is someone else pretending to be someone else?" After hearing this, King Yishan turned cold and said gloomily: "You, a new ghost, have never seen Taiyin King, so how can you know the truth? How dare you use such words to deceive Me? Do you think I am an idiot?"
Feeling that the force on his neck was not loosening but tightening, Brother Zhuang was immediately frightened out of his wits: "Sir! I don't dare to lie to you. Everything I said is true! Uh..."
Seeing Brother Zhuang's red face turned the color of pig liver, King Benlei, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "King Yishan, this kid really doesn't look like he is lying! Let me interrogate him for a few words!"
Now that King Ben Lei spoke, King Yishan did not continue to move, but casually threw Brother Zhuang under the former.
"Boy! Let me ask you!" Ben Lei King said: "Since you say that this Taiyin King is fake, what is the basis for it?"
Brother Zhuang shook his head like chaff and nodded repeatedly: "Sir, although I have never met the King of Taiyin, I know that what is false cannot be true! If his accomplice hadn't let it slip, how could I have dared to rashly speculate on the truth in my mind? Tell it to your lord!" Brother Zhuang continued to add details to what he heard in the auction house.
"Boom!" As soon as Brother Zhuang finished speaking, he heard a loud noise coming from beside him, and his feet were shaking. Turning his head to look, he saw that the Mountain-moving King was extremely angry and was venting his anger. He punched the giant tree in front of him and shook it into powder, scattering it into pieces.
"Where did this bastard come from! How dare he ruin my good deeds! Tell me who he is? Where is he now?" King Yishan's eyes were red and he gritted his teeth. He couldn't wait to find out who made him fail to fulfill the Red Dragon King's instructions.
"Sir... I don't even know what his name is..." Brother Zhuang was very nervous, fearing that he would be killed if he said something wrong. "But some of my friends are guarding the exit of Vientiane Market. I can ask him where he is." Know!"
King Yishan was about to speak when he heard the words, but suddenly remembered something, and looked at King Benlei with a solemn expression: "King Benlei, could this matter also be related to King Qinggui..."
Ben Lei King was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "Probably not! Although the Green Ghost King is weird and cunning, what she disdains the most is using dirty tricks behind her back! It's just..."
"Is there something wrong?" King Yishan asked hurriedly when he saw King Benlei's serious expression.
"That's not the case..." Ben Lei King shook his head, "I just feel that these 80 million long-term gold is not a small amount, and I am thinking about whose instructions this person is under?"
"Hmph! Who cares who he is? Since you dare to go against our Sixth Hall, you have to pay the price!" King Yishan sneered, and then looked at King Benlei: "King Benlei, are you willing to help me?"
"The majesty of the Sixth Hall cannot be violated! Now that something like this has happened, as the master of the Soldiers Hall, how can I turn a blind eye?" King Benlei laughed and said, "Also, Lin was depressed in the Soldiers Hall for a long time, and finally got a way to move his muscles. How can we miss this opportunity?”
Although King Yishan and King Benlei were communicating in front of him, Brother Zhuang couldn't hear even half of a word clearly. It must be that the two used some secret method of sound transmission.
Just as his heart was beating wildly, waiting for King Yishan's reply, he saw the latter suddenly clamping himself under his side with a wave of his hand, and then he felt the object in front of him stretch horizontally...
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"Where did this kid go? Could it be that he hasn't come out yet?"
Since leaving the auction house, the Green Ghost King turned into a green shadow and walked quickly. Soon he arrived at the exit of Vientiane Market, but Wu Fan was nowhere to be seen along the way, and he started to murmur in his heart.
The Green Ghost King doesn't pay much attention to his status, so it's okay to ask her to condescend and wait. It's just that this move is too obvious after all. If a smart person catches it, unnecessary associations will definitely arise, and it will even cause disaster for him.
After just thinking for a moment, the Green Ghost King didn't wait any longer, jumped straight into the exit and left the Vientiane Market completely.
"I've seen Lord Green Ghost King!" The chess player had an indifferent attitude towards everyone, but as soon as he caught a glimpse of the light green figure from the corner of his eye, he hurriedly stood up and saluted.
Although the clothed men opposite who were relaxing with fans did not speak, they all stood up and looked over respectfully.
"You stinky chess player, don't do this..." The Green Ghost King had long been used to this kind of scene, so he just waved his hand casually and said, "I asked you if you saw a young man..."
The stinky chess player was not annoyed at all, he still smiled and said: "Master Qinggui King is joking. I have been concentrating on playing chess. How could I notice the presence of the guest?"
"If you play chess, you know how to play chess. I can't count on you for anything!" King Qinggui asked casually and continued: "Pay attention, if you see such a young man... huh?" At this point At this point, the Green Ghost King was suddenly stunned and murmured: "No wonder that colorful guy looks a bit familiar, it turns out he is an opera ghost!"
As she spoke, she picked up the rag on the table with a look of disgust on her face: "I took something like this away... If someone finds it, just let him find me..."
After saying this, the Green Ghost King was about to leave.
"Lord Green Ghost King!" The voice of the stinky chess basket came over again.
"What's wrong?" The Green Ghost King pinched the rag and frowned slightly.
"This iron rod came with the rag, so please ask Mr. Qinggui King to take it with you!" said the stinky chess basket with a grin.
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