"It's useless for you to tell me these things! You'd better keep these words and tell the hall master after you go back! This little thing has turned out like this. Fortunately, Zhao Zhengming's whereabouts have not been found out by Zhuo Yifan, otherwise
Just wait to be kicked out of the hall by the hall master!" the wretched old man said angrily.
"Luo Yi, what's your attitude? Your identity is the same as mine. Don't think that the hall master appreciates you just because you can yell at me in front of me! Do you still have the nerve to criticize us? You ordinary people have already done this to the four of them.
With this look, I guess if the hall wants to blame you, you will be the first one to get stabbed!" The man also lost his temper and retorted in a deep voice.
"I'm just playing with these two little ladies! Except for that man, the three women here are all pretty. Are you willing to kill them? Wouldn't it be just right to take them back to be concubines?"
The wretched old man licked the corners of his dry mouth and chuckled.
"Take back what you said. I can pretend that I didn't hear you. Otherwise, I will make you regret coming to this world!" A man's voice suddenly floated into the ears of the wretched old man, scaring the five people present who were talking.
Their expressions changed slightly. They were all familiar with this voice, so they naturally knew that the person coming was Zhuo Yifan.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Yifan and Qing Yan appeared behind the four of them, staring at them with gloomy faces. Thinking about the cowardice he had received in the underground factory before, Zhuo Yifan had no idea what the four people in front of him were like.
The urge to rectify the Dharma