The ten younger generation disciples of the 40th generation in the sect rushed out and surrounded Ning Yao and the others.

It was the age of a young man who was full of energy. When he heard the dry frame, he immediately burst into blood.

Diao Chang's face was so scared that his face was pale, and his goatee kept shaking.

Ning Yao looked around with a look of vigilance, pressing his waist with one hand.

"Well?" Zhuge Jueluo walked out with lamb chops and onions in one hand.

Wang Han smiled and said, "There are two half-open and half-closed passers-by, with sprays on their waists, wanting to forcefully buy and sell."

When Diao Chang heard these slander, he knew that he was fucking forced to run away from the world.

A smiley face was squeezed out, "We are not forcing our business to buy and sell! We are discussing!"

"What's the matter of discussing?" Zhuge Jueluo bit his big bite of meat.

"We want to build a Taoist temple on that land..."
Chapter completed!