In this Mo City, Mo Zeling said that her father was just a petty official.
If she were just a petty official, he wouldn't be able to help her.
Because what Su Luo needed was to make all the identity plates of the twenty children. This was not a simple project.
Thinking about it, Su Luo must be at the level of a city lord to be able to do this.
Thinking of this, Su Luo took a few steps back and turned around.
The middle-aged guard uncle was standing in front of Su Luo. His eyes were cold and murderous, his face was gloomy, and he looked very ugly!
"Girl, please leave quickly!" The middle-aged man's eyes were half-squinted.
His words were pressed against the scabbard, as if he would take the sword out of the scabbard at any time to kill!
Su Luo smiled faintly: "Is your old man injured?"
The middle-aged uncle's eyes were dark, and the murderous aura in his eyes was a little stronger.
"Let me take a guess. Your old man suffers from chest disease, right?"
The middle-aged uncle has a bit more murderous look in his eyes!
"That's undoubtedly the chest. It was hit by a sword, right? Is there iris poison on the sword?" Su Luo smiled faintly.
As soon as the old man appeared in front of her just now, she smelled a faint iris toxin. Only a god-level alchemist like Su Luo could smell this kind of toxin, and it was impossible for others to smell it.
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"Who are you!"
The sword in the middle-aged uncle's hand lay across Su Luo's shoulder and neck.
Su Luo smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that if your old man meets me, he will be saved."
The sword in the middle-aged uncle's hand went deeper: "Tell me, who are you!"
The strength of this middle-aged uncle is not simple at all. The person he protects can be said to be the person with the most say behind the entire Mo City.
If he can protect such a person, how can the middle-aged uncle be inferior in strength?
But Su Luo was not afraid. She looked at the middle-aged uncle and smiled faintly: "If you kill me, your old man's poison will never be cured. His life will not last more than three months."
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"you!"
The middle-aged uncle's sword almost penetrated Su Luo's neck!
But at this moment, the old man who had been silent until now said calmly: "Feng Ming, step back."
"yes."
The middle-aged uncle listened very much to the old man's words.
Fengming?
A white light appeared in Su Luo's eyes.
She really guessed it right.
In the past few days, Su Luo had been with Mo Ze Lingzi. From her words, Su Luo had almost learned about the entire sphere of influence and celebrities in Mo City.
But this Feng Ming and Mo Zeling were the focus.
Feng Ming, the personal guard of the old man in City Master Mo's family, is a very powerful man, known as the one who comes from the east with a sword.
So... the person he protects is the biological father of the Lord of Mo City, the person with the greatest say in Mo City?
Su Luo originally wanted to negotiate terms with City Lord Mo and get the identity nameplates of the twenty children made, but now that she has met City Lord Mo's biological father, that would be the best thing.
Mr. Mo didn't move. He just stared at Su Luo: "Little girl, do you have something to say?"
Now that the old man had spoken, Su Luo hurriedly ran over, sat opposite the old man, and said with a smile: "My words are very simple. If they are condensed into one sentence, I can save your life."