"Drogo, this son, made some messy friends and was used by others... But after all, it was him who did this, and he must be responsible for what he did!
From now on, Drogo is no longer a member of our Guitai tribe, and his life and death will be decided by his uncle!" Manggong Guitai spoke calmly. After finishing speaking, he glanced at Drogo, with a chill in his eyes, and a look on his sleeves.
In an instant, Drogo's kneeling body was immediately swept by the wind and rushed straight towards Su Ming and others. After falling in front of them, he was picked up by the big black man with a sinister smile.
Tian Xiezi looked proud, touched the beard on his chin, and coughed dryly.
"My eldest nephew, you see, my uncle and your senior brothers acted out of proportion, which destroyed a lot of your house..."
"It doesn't matter, the things outside me can be rebuilt. Besides, I have recently felt that these houses are a bit dilapidated. I would like to thank my uncle for helping me clean them up." Guitai Mangong Moshan smiled, his expression not changing much.
"That's it, then I'm relieved, but eldest nephew, your senior brothers injured a lot of people, and a few of them died..." Tian Xiezi looked embarrassed.
"It doesn't matter. That's because they are not good at cultivation. It has nothing to do with others. Even if they don't die today, they will die there once there is a war with the Wu clan. It can be considered a lesson to them." Guitai Mangong still looked as usual.
He spoke with a smile, as if there was no anger in him.
But such a person, no matter how well he behaves, cannot hide the sinister heart inside him. Su Ming looked at the ghost stage barbarian not far away, and he knew clearly that with this person's cultivation, he and himself were incompatible with each other.
When the second senior brother came, he must have known about it, and he must have known who he was looking for.
But at that time, he pretended not to know, and even allowed his clansmen to take action. It was not until Su Ming and others came here, and until Tian Xiezi appeared that he had no choice but to show up and say these words.
He even handed over Drogo. All of this was obviously due to the fact that the other party was very jealous of the master, or perhaps this fear was still hesitant and observant at the earliest, but now, with the appearance of this person, with this person
His attitude clearly showed that he had made a judgment.
"Uncle Master, I have something to give you. This represents my Guitai Department's apology for this matter." The Ghost Master said with a smile, and took out something from his arms, which was a wooden slip.
He held the wooden slip in his hand, made a few strokes on it with his right hand, wrote a line of writing, and handed it to Tian Xiezi respectfully.
After Tian Xiezi took it, he looked down and suddenly smiled.
"That's right, that's right. If someone says I'm a lunatic in the future, this will be added to the proof I produced."
Mo Shan, the barbarian from Guitai, smiled and raised his fist towards Tian Xiezi.
"This junior still has family matters to deal with, so I won't send my uncle off. If my uncle has time, he can come to our department as a guest at any time." He did not look at Su Ming and others from the beginning to the end, and there was no trace in his words.
Mentioned, it seemed as if Su Ming and others did not exist in his opinion, or were not qualified for him to care about. The only one he valued was Tian Xiezi.
"You're too polite. It's okay. Go back quickly. I'll leave now." Tian Xiezi quickly put away the wooden slips carefully, patted his chest, and looked satisfied, and was about to turn around and walk towards Su Ming.
When leaving together.
Su Ming's eyes flashed and he took a step forward.
"Master, this disciple has something to say."
"Ah? Fourth brother, what's the matter?" Tian Xiezi looked at Su Ming.
The Ghost Stage Barbarian had a smile on his face, but he still ignored everyone in his eyes. Even when Su Ming spoke at this moment, he didn't look away and kept looking at Tian Xiezi.
"During the fight just now, the disciple lost a bag, which contained more than 500 golden stone coins, as well as some other magical weapons. I saw a member of the Guitai tribe taking it away.
Please ask Master to help this disciple get this thing back."
As soon as Su Ming's words came out, before Tian Xiezi could speak, the Ghost Stage Barbarian glanced at Su Ming. This was the first time that he looked directly at Su Ming. The smile on his face disappeared instantly, but soon
It soon returned to normal.
But the coldness in his eyes for a moment was clearly felt by the speed of observing his expression all the time.
"Ah, is there such a thing? More than five hundred golden stone coins, so much!" Tian Xiezi opened his eyes wide and looked back at Guitai Mangong, his expression became serious.
"Eldest nephew, this is your fault. Okay, okay, please quickly ask someone to bring the bag my disciple lost."
Guitai Manggong was silent for a moment, flicked his sleeves, and immediately took out a bag from his arms, and took out six hundred golden stone coins directly from it. Although each stone coin was not as much as Tianlan Meng's, it was still worth it.
The difference is not too big, especially the large quantity and its value, which Su Ming has never seen before.
"No need to go to so much trouble. Here are six hundred gold and stone coins. Junior brother, please take a look." Guitai Manggong showed a smile on his lips and looked at Su Ming.
"Although the stone coins are good, the area within this radius is controlled by Northern Xinjiang. Now that we are close to Tianlan Witch Hunting, we will naturally go out to purchase from time to time. If something unexpected happens..." The person who spoke was not Su Ming, but the two men on the side.
Senior brother.
His words were not cold, but gentle, like the spring breeze blowing. The moment his words came out, Su Ming immediately turned his head and looked at his second senior brother.
I saw that the second senior brother at this moment had lost his indifference just now and turned into the gentle man who always likes to look sideways in the sun and let the light shine on his body.
With a soft smile on his face, he nodded towards Su Ming. That handsome appearance, that bright smile, and that tepid temperament made it difficult for Su Ming to combine him with the appearance just now.
, it’s hard to believe that the second senior brother has really arrived.
The moment his words came out, Guitai Manggong stared at the second senior brother. After his face turned gloomy for a moment, he slowly spoke.
"This matter is easy to handle. If anything happens to you guys while out in the Tianhan Sect before the Tianlan witch hunt, I, the Ghost Division, will be fully responsible!"
"That's it, then I dare to say it. In fact, master, I also lost a lot of stone coins..." The second senior brother smiled gently.
"Ah? You lost it too, grandma. Why did you two bring all your wealth when you came out to fight? Okay, okay, this is very good. That... second brother, I will write this on the Ninth Peak in the future.
In principle!" Tian Xiezi nodded with satisfaction.
The second senior brother seemed a little embarrassed. He looked at the ghostly man whose expression had turned gloomy.
"Um... I didn't lose much. They were five hundred gold and stone coins, a ghost fork, and ten magic weapons. There were also more than a hundred bottles of healing liquid... not much, really not much, others
Forget about the sundries, I'm not stingy anymore, just don't want those.
Fourth brother, what else have you lost?" The second senior brother smiled, said softly, and looked at Su Ming.
At this moment, Mr. Guitai's expression became more and more gloomy.
Su Ming originally thought that he had opened a big mouth, but after listening to the words of his second senior brother, he realized what a big mouth meant...
"Uh... I remember that I also lost more than a hundred ice stones, um, and bone-condensing grass, three-flavored branches, dust orchid leaves..." Su Ming named dozens of medicinal herbs in total.
"There are also seven bones of Kaichen beasts, and eight bodies of Kaichen puppets, and..." Su Ming said, not knowing what else was there.
The face of the Guitai Mangong was so gloomy. At this moment, it was as if it had turned into murderous intent. He was staring coldly at Su Ming and the others. The surrounding Guitai clan members also had angry expressions.
"Hey, Fourth Brother, your memory is not good. I clearly remember that there was a ghost fork in the pocket you threw away." The second senior brother coughed dryly at the side.
"Yes, I remembered, there is also a ghost fork." Su Ming blinked and spoke quickly.
The Ghost King laughed angrily. But after taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes. When he opened them after a moment, his eyes calmed down and he nodded with a smile.
"Although I am very curious about how you can put the bodies of those seven or eight puppets in your bag... I am also very curious about how the unique treasure of my Guitai Department, the Gui Cha, can exist in your pockets...
But, since you were left behind by my Guitai Department, then I’ll give it to you!” Just after Guitai Manggong finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and glanced into the distance.
But in the distance, I saw a strong man with a big ax running towards me quickly. He was shouting loudly as he ran.
"Wait, wait...I also lost a lot of things."
The second senior brother smiled slightly, and there was a leaf of green grass in his hand. At this moment, the grass broke into pieces and turned into fly ash. He would never forget his fellow juniors about good things, such as Hu Zi, who was cleverly awakened by him and told...
"I lost 10,000 jars of good wine! That's all I lost. I didn't throw anything else away. You return my wine!" Huzi gasped, ran to Su Ming's side, and shouted to Mr. Guitai.
He said, there was deep expectation and desire in his eyes.
Guitai Manggong subconsciously clenched his hands, and after being silent for a while, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked towards the place where Guitaibu City was outside the snowfield.
"Give them!!" His words echoed, revealing a hint of anger.
But as soon as his words came out, before he had gone far, Tian Xiezi rolled his eyes, coughed a few times, and then spoke to Mr. Guitai Man.
"That... eldest nephew? You see, I am getting older and my memory is not very good. I suddenly remembered that I also lost a lot of things..."
Guitai Mangong suddenly paused in his steps, with his back turned to the crowd. His expression could not be seen, but he could feel a surge of anger that seemed to rise into the sky.
It seemed that he couldn't bear it anymore, but at the moment when the anger appeared, suddenly, a crunching sound, like the sound of stepping on the snow, came from under the snowfield, and then, there was a person wearing a purple robe, including his head.
The covered figure slowly walked out and walked onto the snowy field.
"Everything you have thrown away can be given to you...but I want to talk to him alone..." The figure raised his right hand. His arm was as dry as a bone. His fingers were like this, and there were even long nails.
The person he was referring to... was none other than Su Ming, who was not far away!
His voice was hoarse, as if it had penetrated through the years, floating between heaven and earth...
"Guifang!" Tian Xiezi's expression suddenly became serious, and his clothes changed from white, and there seemed to be signs of change at this moment.
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