Full of pride. Then, he followed Lu Wenhao to the village chief, scanning pores and other people’s eyes contemptuously. "What's the use of winning sympathy?" If you can't get enough of it, you will use a token to offset it. it. Why force yourself to wear rags! "

At this time, potholes broke out, and if the boy in black suffocated them before, the sick cat would be a naked insult.

These mean people, even if they don't know the enemy, the pores and other people are willing to fight with them, washing away everything with blood.

"Haha, don't be dissatisfied, He Ying'er was wrong and couldn't take out the panacea, everything is nonsense!" Heizi sneered at this time. Between words, there is no shortage of flatter He Ying.

"Yes. Since we can't get rid of it, then go back to the mountain and go with the wild animals!"

"Why pretend to be poor when you get a sum of money?"

"Well, you'd better hand it over. This is not something you can have. This is something your Highness protects you from."

When the black-clothed man's voice dropped, Lu Wenhao's other followers also said every word with the same meanness, so that there was no room for ridicule.

Now, in this camp, Lu Wenhao and Ying, the refinery, have undoubtedly become the absolute core. Many followers always pursue these two people in various ways, because if they can get close to each other, the benefits are unimaginable.

"Lu Shaohou, 2300-year-old Zhu Lingdan, has always been our limit. Do you really want to do such a desperate thing?" In the mockery of a group of people, the eyes of the pores have turned red, but there is still something in his heart. The last glimmer of hope, his eyes turned to the princes of the sons of God, hoping that these princes could come out of their families. Don't be as ruthless as those guys.

"Oh, this is not the feeling of the young master, but what they said is right. This is a rule made by all of us. No one can break it!"

Wenhao Lu had a faint smile on his face, but every word he said was the whiteness of the pores' hopes, and so on.

In a short while, people in the barren village walked around, surrounded by people around. There were thousands of people here temporarily fleeing the attack and killing of the night beasts. At this time, many people looked at the pores. Lines and eyes are the color of sympathy.

They are all experienced. Earlier, they were also squeezed by Lu Wenhao. Unfortunately, in the camp near Lu Shaohou, this well has become an existence that no one dares to challenge him. Most of them can only admit their misfortune. At this time, seeing the difficulties of the hole and the line, some rabbits couldn't help feeling sad.

just. In the end, no one stood up and said more. Don't say that the other party is a competitor. Even if they have that heart, they have no ability to make a difference. In the eyes of many people, pores and others are obediently handing over things that are not easy to kill. It's already inevitable.

"Then, stop the ink, and either go away or pay two thousand six hundred Zhu Ling Dan. Don't block Hawthorn's eyes at this time. He Ying is obviously a bit unbearable, and the words between them are getting more and more sharp."

"Fansuo, abide by the rules. If they don't want to pay enough, tell them to go!" Lu Wenhao's eyes slowly turned cold, and he turned to the young man in black.