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Chapter 1392 This tea is not good

Sitting in a tea shack on the street, staring at the building not far away, a few people looked away suspiciously, and then looked at each other.

They really came to the gate of hell like this

How do you feel? It's like you're still dreaming

"Miss Ghost, there are only a few of us." The person who asked couldn't help but nodded again at the number of people on his side.

In addition, the ghost king was wrong. The ghost king said that he would call her miss from now on.

There are only eight people on their side, including the lady.

Eight people, challenging the Disha Sect alone

Until now, they still feel that they are in a fog and cannot believe this fact.

"Afraid?" Luo Qingfeng asked with raised eyebrows.

In this case, fear is normal.

After all, they are now eight people, challenging the Disha Sect's power of several hundred people.

The man's face froze, and then he immediately shook his head, with a firm look in his eyes, "No"

If they were afraid, they wouldn't have followed the lady here.

I just can't believe how they can deal with hundreds of people from the Disha Sect with so many people.

"The people from the Disha Sect in the woods have almost been dealt with. Even if a few are missed, it's time to run back." Luo Qingfeng said thoughtfully.

What do you mean?

Several people looked at Luo Qingfeng, how could they have the guts?

The young lady is waiting for those people to come back and then inform the Master of the Disha Sect about her misconception

They have fewer people. Wouldn’t this be a disadvantage?

"Miss, calculate the time, it's almost time." Ye Wu answered truthfully, a drop of sweat slipped from his forehead.

Can it be similar?

Although their journey was very fast, the young lady kept stopping and going and was not in a hurry at all.

However, I also learned a lot of things along the way.

For example, we have heard some news about the Hua family and the Xiao family in Qingqiong City.

From what they heard, those things were insignificant, but the young lady seemed to know something.

But if the lady didn't say anything, he couldn't ask any more questions.

"Well, then we'll just wait." Luo Qingfeng smiled mysteriously, put a cup of tea to her mouth and took a sip, then frowned.

This tea doesn't taste good.

Uh, how could she think of this problem? She never drank tea before. When did she start caring about whether the tea tastes good?

Well, it seems that I have been with Feng Jinghong for a long time.

He would bring her a glass of something or other from time to time, and whenever he was around, the drinks she drank were basically prepared by him.

Tsk

Counting the time, he has been gone for a while, how come there is no news at all?

"Ye Wu, have our people arrived in the imperial capital?" Luo Qingfeng put down the teacup and asked casually.

Ye Wu came to his senses, looked at Luo Qingfeng, and understood immediately.

"Miss, we're already here. We're almost on our feet." After all, it's been more than a year and almost two years, so their steps are not slow.

Moreover, they always feel that there is a force pushing them.

Every time he told the lady, the lady always smiled and said nothing, as if she knew who the person was.

After thinking about it for a while, they understood.

It's not only thanks to this person that he, Night Fury, and the others are able to practice as spiritual masters and are where they are now.

The lady never said who that person was, and they didn't ask, they were just curious.

"Well, give me the news about Feng Jinghong as soon as possible. Whether he is alive or dead, sick or collapsed," Luo Qingfeng said calmly.

The words that sounded faintly made people feel a bit dangerous.

"Yes." Ye Wu responded immediately, a cold wind blowing on his back.

It seems that the Ninth Prince has not sent news to the young lady for a long time.


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