Chapter 442: Revenge

"Mom, don't make things difficult for the Master. He helped us save Dad; he already... already..."

The reason the young girl said this was, on one hand, because she was kind-hearted, and on the other hand, the little girl was thin-skinned and felt it was not good to always trouble others.

"You get up first before talking," Shen Shen Siyuan said.

But the young girl's mother didn't get up and continued to beg: "Master, I beg you, please have mercy and pity us..."

Shen Shen Siyuan frowned.

Chu Nanyun, who was searching in the alley, suddenly froze. He subconsciously looked at the abandoned house on the hillside, gripped the long spear in his hand, and rushed over.

"Go! You are now the hope of the whole village!" Zhuang Yi followed Ma Liu's words and subconsciously added.

According to the rules of the Dragon Ridge, only those who could kill the previous leader could obtain the position of the new leader.

Tian Laosan heard that Zhuang Yi didn't mean to blame or punish him, and he breathed a huge sigh of relief in his heart. At the right time, he also remembered another major event, so he immediately changed the subject!

"Good morning, Kanano..." Nawa didn't have the habit of watching the news and, as usual, greeted the acquaintances on the roadside enthusiastically.

Along with him, the old man driving the cart was also full of confidence. In recent years, as long as it was something Ge Tianyuan wanted to do, he had never failed. If it weren't for the stupid Right Wise King interfering this time, how could such a disastrous defeat have occurred? It was a pity that ten thousand good sons of the grassland had lost their lives in vain.

Zhuang Xiyan actually understood in her heart that it must be because the quality of the game login device was too poor that her brother fell into the first three reasons.

Guided by She'an and She'liang, Zhuang Yi arrived at the riverbank and discovered a wolf and a person. The wolf and the person also saw Zhuang Yi, and each paused their movements.

"Bah! With you two father and son being lazy and gluttonous, you still have the nerve to say that. You two are really shameless, even letting your mother take the limelight!" Grandma spat.

Lin Ye Zixuan laughed. On his other palm, spiritual power sprayed out crazily, becoming stronger and stronger, covering a layer of frost that made people feel cold.

"If one of us burps or farts right now, wouldn't it be super awkward?" Shu Wan coughed dryly, looking for something to say.

"As long as you like it. I won't keep you here to rest today; after all, the furniture hasn't been bought for long, so it needs to air out. Come stay at home often in the future," Huang Danqing said.

The night in Duancheng had completely arrived. There were no stars or moon in the thick black night sky.

Dong Momo also stood there dumbfounded. She thought Shu Wan was dead for sure. She came back to her senses and felt lingering fear. It turned out that jealousy could really make people go crazy.

"Yes. Don't worry, Young Master." Fu Zhe took the order and never asked why. Ke always felt this point was excellent. "Does the Young Master have any other instructions?" Fu Zhe asked.

It wasn't that she envied the enchanting postures of those dancing girls, nor was it because of her poor alcohol tolerance. It was that she saw clearly that Ke, who was always indifferent and cold, was watching the performance of the dancing girls with an expression of enjoyment, and even occasionally tapped his finger on the table to keep time with the rhythm.

After all, this was something the two had reached a consensus on before: no matter what, they had to give everyone an explanation for Meng Yu's act of overstepping.

Zhang Lin was a martial artist at the peak of the ninth stage and had a good chance of impacting the tenth-stage Flying Heaven stage. Among the councilors of the Mafa Empire, he was considered the strongest.

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening. I'm afraid that Bai Shixuan had been waiting for a long time to wait for Liu Yiyan.

The whole process happened so suddenly that even after Liu Mingwei's head was moved, no one reacted for a long time.

Zhicheng bit his lip for a long time before clasping his hand back into her supple, slender hand. Who knew that as soon as he put it in, he was tightly grabbed by her. He didn't expect her to have such strength; compared to her, Zhicheng's hand became as soft and weak as a ball of cotton. ===== CHAPTER 443 =====