Liu Sansheng watched from afar with vicious eyes, unable to suppress the anger in his heart any longer.
He trampled on an enamel teapot that had been used for three or four years, and shouted hysterically: "Yigou, sooner or later, I will crush you to ashes."
Meng Bailou said in a low tone: "Pull him down, what a perfect plan to kill two birds with one stone."
"Have you ever succeeded in intercepting Lingxi halfway?"
"It's unexpected that Tesco possesses the 18th level of force. Baoshan City and his team will lose if they lose. I can barely accept it."
"You didn't expect it, and neither did I. I can't blame you."
"But what do Pei Chuan and Tang Jingyue say?"
"If you tell me with all your heart, you will definitely succeed."
"Pei Chuan, Kunlun's rat turd, you can easily kill him."
"Tang Jingyue, the direct disciple you trained with your own hands knows everything and is easy to deal with."
"Labour and management have believed in your evil deeds and have high expectations for you."
"Lao Liu, Lao Liu, if we hadn't known each other for many years, I would have really wanted to slap you to death."
Liu Sansheng, who was furious, fell silent, his mouth wide open and speechless.
He stepped forward to help Meng Bailou up, unlocked the secret method that restricted his cultivation, and apologized awkwardly: "It's my fault."
Chen Xuanjun helped explain in a coy way: "Senior, you can't blame your adoptive father for this matter."
"It was because I did something wrong that I let Pei Chuan go."
"I will explain to you slowly the cause and effect."
Meng Bailou cursed loudly: "Go away, you have no right to speak."
"Old Liu only has his appearance, and you are even more useless."
"It's been a whole year since the fate battle began. Have you taken advantage of it?"
"The life span is cut off and the chess pieces are destroyed."
“Either you can’t protect yourself, or you hide your head and shrink your tail.”
"That's it, why do you want to get involved in the throne of the Lord of China?"
"Is it because you are thick-skinned, or because not enough people died under your hands?"
Chen Xuanjun was unable to defend himself and retreated to the side.
Liu Sansheng comforted him and said, "Okay, now that I'm done with my anger and my anger, I still have to do what needs to be done."
"Are you willing to give up after more than ten years of planning?"
Meng Bailou spat, rubbed his painful chest and complained, "I'm just worried that if this continues, both of us will die."
"Death without a burial place is worse than shit."
Liu Sansheng took out the Kunlun Holy Medicine Nine Turns Pill, handed it to the cooperative old man and said, "Wait a little longer until the day of the Lingxi Hongluan Tribulation."
"I'll help you get back your old and new grudges."
"Believe me, it's absolutely feasible."
"If it fails again, how about you kill me with your own hands to save me from being embarrassed?"
Mengbailou looked around the entire cemetery and said with a tight face: "You mean, that thing?"
Liu Sansheng said confidently: "After fourteen years of accumulation, if you don't succeed, you will succeed."
"That girl doesn't need the Qi of Huang Yin to harmonize with Long Yang?"
"Once the Hong Luan star moves, I will give her endless Yin Qi. It will be up to her to see if she can bear it."
"By the way, you'll have to work hard to send these three letters to Xuanmen, Buddhism, and Yunzong."
"Ji Qingji is your disciple. No matter what method you use, you must let him help me on the day of the Red Luan Tribulation."
"The death of Yunzong and Bai Nanxian, the hatred between Yunzong and Tesco is irreconcilable."
"It's not difficult to convince the half-dead man, and he will definitely cooperate with us."
"As for Buddhism, hey, Kong Jian will agree."
“In terms of hatred towards Tesco, who can compare with him?”
