“Yes, yes, the captain was right, we agreed to be bodyguards, and now we have to act. That's extra money!” A flower hastily attached and nodded.

“Boss Ye, at least you have to add 200 bucks to each of us.” The divine idolater speaks.

“Two hundred farts!” Nie Doe glanced at the idolater and looked at Ye Zheng: “Everyone, I feel like I should add at least 500! ”

“I'll add a thousand for each of you.” Ye Qiao chuckled.

When I heard Yip Qiang say this, Nie Anonymously grabbed Yip Qiang's hand: “There is a famous sister, this is what you said, one thousand each, five is five thousand, you can't regret it! ”

A flower: "Boss Ye is classy! ”

God Vain Daoist: “Ye boss is really serious! ”

Some foreign brick movers say, "Yes! ”

Iceberg Man: “? ”

Immediately, Ye Qiang pulled his hand back silently: “However, it was stated in advance that we must play well and not be reckless. ”

“There's a famous sister, you put your heart in your stomach, and I'll show you, what a real Shadow Emperor is.” Nie's unnamed face is arrogant.

It's called life acting. It's all about acting. Everyone is the best actor.

Ye Qiang: “…”

She's just afraid they're going too hard, okay?

“Come here, come here, listen to Mr. Ye! Seriously!” Nie unnamed waved at a few flowers.

Immediately, all four were surrounded by leaves.

“Have you heard of the Rose of Death?” Ye Zheng looked mysteriously at Nie's nobody.

This group of five people should all have good strength. There must be a lot of experience, so Ye Zheng believes that these people should have heard of the rose of death.

After mentioning the rose of death, the idolaters and foreign brick friends suddenly laughed and laughed.

“Death rose... Ye boss, you've also heard of death rose!” Soon, the idolaters stopped laughing.

“What, the death rose is so famous, I've heard, is there a problem?” Ye Qiao questioned.

“Ha ha, Captain, do you want us to be honest with a famous girl?” The idolaters looked at Nie as anonymous.

After obtaining Nie's anonymous consent, the divine idolater laughed: “Boss Ye, let me tell you the truth, there is no rose of death in this world. ”

“No Death Rose? ”

Hearing the words of the idolaters, Ye Zheng suddenly stunned. There are no roses of death in this world... are they crazy or are they mad?

Immediately, Ye Zheng revealed a despicable colour towards the idolaters: “If you don't know, say you don't know. ”

“Mr. Ye, everything I said is true. There is no such thing as a dead rose in this world, it's just a fabrication.” The godly idolater explained positively.

“Fake it?” Ye Qiao wouldn't believe it.

Can this hierarchy of power also rely on fabrication? The last time she was abroad, she helped the steward escape by pretending to be a rose of death.

If it's a fabrication, don't you even know the driver? And no one outside knows?

“To lie to you, the power of death rose does not exist, and its origins are just manuscripts.” A flower saith firmly in colour.

“The manuscript? ”

Ye Qiang is even more confused. What is this all about?