Otherworldly Merchant

“Zhang Jiulin?” Lei Hao Tian seemed to know the name a little bit, whispered to himself and suddenly remembered: “That little guy from Wuhan. ”

“The last person who said my little one has been dead for a long time, don't worry, I'll send you there later, I can be a companion!” I glanced at him and said coldly.

Lei Hao stunned for a moment. When he heard that I left and right, he understood naturally, referring to their left and right protection methods, and immediately shocked: “You mean the poison pigeon...”

“He couldn't help but fight and die. You're a lot fatter than him. I don't know if you can resist. ”

“You!” Lei Hao Tian was both shocked and angry, but the example of just now was clearly in front of him. He was not a fool, and naturally he would not rush to me like that broken arm reckless man.

Those two guys in Arab costumes, and the tall nose beam with the cowboy hat, didn't understand Chinese. Only after a few words with Lei Haotian, the expression on his face was angry and hateful but helpless. Plus, the hand I blew up the body and the current momentum were all shocked. What did the tall nose beam say to the translator who shrunk at the corner of the wall?

The old gentleman glanced at me with some fear, looked at the high nose beam again, and translated it in a low voice.

When Imzai heard me report the four words of the Nine Pyloric Master, his eyelids suddenly jumped unconsciously.

I captured this detail in a second.

In fact, from the moment I knew that he was the real disciple of the Father of Satan and even gave him the Dead Spirit Bible, I understood that this old man had been pretending that he understood Chinese!

Although the Black Eagle, who became the father of Satan, did the great opposite of killing his father, raping and smearing his sister-in-law, and framing the same door because of his jealousy and hatred, he still identified himself as a Huaxian and a Nine Phantoms. He was just extremely dissatisfied with the fact that his father had passed the Holy Monument to the Grey Pigeon, and he just thought it should have been his!

The throne of the ruler, the Scripture of the Shadow, the cores of the wood, the hearts of the sisters...

I didn't expect everything to be completely empty, so I got angry and did a series of things off the road and fled abroad.

He suffered abroad without forgetting his hatred. He finally found the Shadow Book of the Western World, the Dead Spirit Bible, and learned something.

Afterwards, he was prepared to seek revenge from the gray dove and vent decades of anger in his heart!

He must have thought before he went that there was a chance of failure, so he left the Dead Spirit Bible to Imzai.

At this point, he must have told some stories that had been deposited for years, but he would have deliberately hidden things that he didn't want others to know. But he's from Huaxia, Master Jiuzheng, will definitely say something.

This is the culmination of what no one can do as a warsaw ghost - good or good, evil will not be spared!

Moreover, according to the information available to Kosheng Cold, Imzai has been missing for many years and should have been studying death magic with the Black Eagle. And even with a mask, the Black Eagle pretended to be in winter, but all he ever said was Chinese, exiled for decades, and the tone remained the same. Imzai must also be very proficient in Chinese during latent migration.

When I was dreaming about him, there was a lens in the trance that looked like a small edition of an ancient book!

Moreover, according to Ray Hawthorne, he has agreed to mobilize a large amount of human and financial resources to help Lingbao unify the Yin Realm in Huaxia. What does that mean? Definitely not, as Ray Hauten put it, a delusion to occupy the Middle East and seal the land as king.

If you divide the two factions of Dragon Springs Hills, Imzai is definitely an authentic ghost faction!

From the little bits of his memory, it can be seen that this guy's experience is extremely rich, almost meets the political, military and business leaders of the world at the time, if he is obsessed with the prosperity of the world, how can he spend all day in Syria, this cannon fire, everywhere in a shattered country?

Right, wealth, in his view, is no different from dust.

What he seeks is endless practice and life!

Although necromancy is a technique cultivated by the dead, its essence, like that of the Taoists, is to seek eternal life.

Dead spirits are the spirits of the dead, and make themselves invisible.

That's what he really wants!

But why would he hide his mastery of Chinese?

And what does it mean to deceive the three great sacrifices of the Dead Spirit Church to give them the Dead Spirit Bible?

What the hell happened to these people while I was gone?

Didn't we have a good conversation? Why all of a sudden?

“Zhang's last name! So you want to take an oath of death against Mr. Im?” Ray Hawthorne silenced for a moment, biting his teeth and asking.

This guy is smart enough to lead hatred straight to Im.

But that's what I meant.

Since he dared to come out so honestly and reveal his true talents, he was not afraid to play any tricks. “Yes, today is his time of death, I will clean up the portal, two to destroy him full of doors, and three people will kill him, so he will definitely die. ”

“Ha-ha-ha! You hairy boy has a big tone.” Lei Hao Tian continues to add oil and vinegar: “I'll take a good look at it, then how can you give old Mr. Im a definite death. ”

“Ah... Mr. Zhang... help me, help me.” Lin Zhenbang, already powerless to lean against the wall, heard my voice in confusion and immediately woke up. This guy was a senior spy, and he immediately heard that I was the invisible agent.

But there was a little doubt in his pleading eyes. Didn't you say it was an invisible agent? Why are you walking out like this? And why are you so arrogant and powerful?

Although he had full doubts, he was an old spy for many years, and he knew exactly what to say and what not to say. Not a word about what I told him.

“You stay honest, I'll get you out of here.” I laughed.

Counting is naturally arithmetic, taking it out is taking it out, but not taking it back to the United States, but bringing it to Zhang Tianbei, even if it's a gift I gave him!

“So, Your Excellency is our friend?” The masked man with the cross suddenly asked.

I turned to him and said coldly: "Although I am a shady trader, I would never treat anyone who was going to report to the Yan Wang as a friend. ”

At the end of the day, everyone in the room stood still.

Killing Im and taking the three Dead Spiritual sacrifices as prey.

What's that supposed to mean?

Ray Howe was shocked and said, “What, are you going to kill us all? ”

“No!” I shook my head softly: "In my eyes, you're already dead! I just haven't squeezed my fingers yet. ”