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Chapter 89: Homeland Homeland 4

It looked like he was really happy, and he said a rare happy word.

After a moment, the maid who had just handed the ginseng to the old woman came back in from the outside, holding a precious ebony tray in her hand. On the tray was an exquisite bronze wine cup, with a light yellow sprinkler inside.

A refreshing and fragrant aroma emanates from afar.

"Tianshan Divine Dew."

Behind the curtain was the man in white who had been playing with the ginseng in his hand. He made a rare introduction to the person kneeling on the ground.

Tianshan Divine Dew, this...isn't this the clan-suppressing treasure of the legendary hidden sect, the Yanyang Clan? It is a spirit that can drive away poison and evil spirits, enhance skills, and prolong life, and is as famous as the Snow Ningdan of the Yunwu Clan, which is also a great sect.

Dansha medicine.

The old woman with a male voice, who was originally afraid of being punished and knelt on the ground without uttering a word, heard this introduction from the man in white. She felt excited and excited for a moment. She couldn't help but gratefully kowtow to the man in white behind the curtain several times.

"Thank you, thank you master for the reward."

"Well! It's fine if you like it. It doesn't matter. You will be rewarded for your merits and punished for your mistakes. This is the rule of our Shura Sect."

A cool breeze blew, and the white gauze curtains danced with osmanthus. The mysterious man said something incomprehensible.

Hearing the words of the man in white, the old woman who was still kneeling on the ground shuddered. At the same time, a strong sense of ominousness arose in her heart.

Taking the Tianshan Divine Dew with its fragrant aroma from the maid's hand, the old woman hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and drank it all in one gulp.

"Subordinate, thank you Master for your generous reward."

"Well! It's okay. You deserve this. Go ahead!"

The man in white didn't even raise his head and spoke coldly.

Although these words were cold and cold, the old woman who was kneeling on the ground felt as if she was being pardoned when she heard this. She immediately stood up and bowed several times to the man in white.

"I'll take my leave, villain."

After turning around and walking a few steps, the figure of the old woman in coarse linen clothes suddenly pressed her chest hard with her hands, her center of gravity was unsteady, and she knelt on the ground. At the same time, she opened her mouth wide and bright red, and beautiful blood spurted out from her mouth.

The figure sitting on the ground struggled stubbornly from time to time and turned around with his eyes wide open, looking at the figure of the man in white behind the curtain with an expression of disbelief.

"Why..."

After taking a look, before he finished speaking, the "old woman" who was dressed in red and blood fell heavily to the ground. The maid in pink clothes who had just delivered the wine, without fear, lowered her body and stretched out her hand to touch the "old woman"'s nose.

For a moment.

"Report to the sect master, he has died of anger."

"Well! Do you know what Sha Qi committed?"

As he spoke, the mysterious man in white clothes behind the curtain stood up.

"The subordinates know."

The remaining maids in the private room were frightened by the cold words of the man in white, and they all knelt on the floor. How could they not know that the more angry their sect master was, the calmer he behaved?

Several people glanced at the figure on the ground in unison, with a trace of contempt flashing in their eyes. This Sha Qi dared to steal the sect master's thousand-year-old ginseng. Such a small thing can seduce a greedy person. In fact, he didn't keep it.

How can the sect master keep a person who easily harbors alien intentions next to him?

"Tear off the human skin mask from his face, don't let any news leak, and bury him well."

Ignoring the few people kneeling on the ground, each with their own thoughts, the man in white


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