Yang Dong sneaked all the way, and it wasn't until after these people divided the supplies and returned to their respective gathering places that Yang Dong went on the road alone.

Mei, this is the name of the black mist that took the initiative to possess Yang Dong's body at that time, they are somewhat similar to the shadow demons that Yang Dong has seen before, and they can invade other people's bodies.

It took a little time for Yang Dong to appear in a city called Tianbo City, revealing some of the suppressed black mist aura in his body, and the entire city turned a blind eye to him.

"What are you going to do? What are you doing?! ”

In his body, he kept roaring, and at first he thought that he would die if he fell into the hands of this terrifying human.

But now, he noticed something unusual.

The human was using his aura to disguise himself.

"Noise! Shut up. ”

Yang Dong snorted coldly in his heart, and his powerful divine sense was suppressed on Mei's body again, making him speechless again.

After a while, Yang Dong came to the City Lord's Mansion in Tianbo City.

"Lord Steward, come and ask for sin!"

Yang Dong's eyes revealed a hint of darkness, and he said to the middle-aged man in front of him.

After the words fell, the eyes of the middle-aged man in front of Yang Dong also became extremely dark, and he said calmly: "Sleep? You didn't die, you should have died. ”

The first sentence of the two sentences before and after is doubt, and the other sentence is emotion.

Among the ghosts, the punishment for the defeated is very heavy, because in their opinion, the defeated person is a worthless person, even if he is lucky not to die at the hands of the enemy, it is common for him to die at the hands of his own people.

Hearing this, Yang Dong knelt on one knee, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and begged for mercy and said, "Lord Steward, save me!" ”

"Save you? Save you! ”

"Mei, how did you ask me to save you, this batch of materials is going to be transported to the Southern Great Altar, just because of your negligence, this batch of materials is gone."

The chief manager hated iron and steel, and looked at Yang Dong in front of him and said.

"The Great Altar of the South?"

Yang Dong's face was shocked, in Mei's memory, there was no news that this batch of materials was going to be transported to the Southern Great Altar, it seemed that the news that the chief manager in front of him knew was much more useful.

The entire Sun Moon Continent is building four large altars, which are the eastern, southern, western, and northern large altars.

Considerable manpower and material resources have been invested in each altar.

"That's right, it's the Great Altar of the South, Lord Holy Spirit is very interested in the construction of the Great Altar, you said that you lost this batch of materials, how can Lord Holy Spirit spare you?"

Hearing this, Yang Dong smiled on his face, stared at the middle-aged man in front of him and said, "Lord Steward, you are in charge of this area, if you say that I am fine, I will be fine." ”

"Presumptuous! You're bold ......"

"Millennial Ghost Face Grass!"

"This is also negotiable, do you really have a thousand-year-old ghost face grass?"

The chief steward instantly turned from angry to kind, and looked at Yang Dong in front of him with a smile and asked.

"Naturally, it's just my thing......"

"Your business? What's the matter with you? The one who lost the supplies is another, who has been beheaded by me, what are you doing here? ”

The manager looked at Yang Dong in front of him suspiciously, scratched his head pretendedly, and looked at Yang Dong with a puzzled expression.

Terrible!

Yang Dong praised in his heart,

It's really a pity not to sing at this face-changing speed.

"My lord, I'm naturally here to offer treasures."

As he spoke, Yang Dong took out a ghost face grass, anyway, this thing is not his, and it doesn't hurt to sell Ye Tian!

For him, it's a waste of grass.

"It's really a thousand-year-old ghost face grass, Mei, if you hadn't had an accident this time, this good thing wouldn't have been my turn, right?"

The middle-aged man admired the ghost face grass in his hand for a while, then put the things away, and said to Yang Dong in a weird way.

"My lord, you have really wronged me, there is such a good thing to be dedicated to you, Lord Steward, I am not qualified to enjoy such a good thing."

Yang Dong said with some grievances.

"Hehe......"

The middle-aged man smiled noncommittally, do you believe it yourself?

"Okay, I can suppress it for you if you lose your supplies, it's okay, you can leave!"

Leave?

No, no, no!

Yang Dong didn't want to leave like this, he wanted to take this opportunity to go to the Southern Great Altar.

Look at what these hellish people are trying to do!

"Lord Steward, I wonder if the quota for going to the Southern Great Altar this time is full?"

Kindness?

The middle-aged man stopped leaving, looked at Yang Dong in front of him without speaking.

The Great Altar of the South is not only the slaughterhouse of these Sun and Moon Continents, these people with humble strength are not much different from those Sun Moon Continent slaves.

If one doesn't pay attention, he doesn't even know how he died, he is really curious, what this Mei wants to do.

"Lord Steward, after this incident, I feel that my strength is not good, I want to become stronger, and going to the Great Altar of the South should make me stronger."

Hearing Yang Dong's words, a hint of surprise flashed on the face of the chief manager in front of him.

young

Too young.

Young people always think that they can change the world and become extremely powerful, but if it is really so easy to become stronger, how can he choose to be an Anle general.

"Gather at the City Lord's Mansion in three days."

After dropping a word, the steward walked away.

If someone wants to die, then go.

What does it have to do with him.

"Thank you, Lady Steward."

Yang Dong hunched his body and waited for the middle-aged man to disappear from view before standing up again and walking outside.

There are many residents of the Sun and Moon Continent living in the entire Tianbo City, but these residents of the Sun and Moon Continent are in rags, they can't eat enough, they can't dress warmly, and they have to do a lot of physical work every day.

Death is the norm, and Yang Dong has no good way to deal with it at present, the only way is to be out of sight and out of mind.

Three days passed in a flash.

On the morning of this day, Yang Dong came to the City Lord's Mansion early, where Yang Dong met several other people who were traveling with him.

However, unlike Yang Dong's voluntariness, these are all mistakes.

"Damn, fooled!"

After inquiring slightly, Yang Dong sighed slightly, he knew that it would be good to ask for guilt directly.

Bang......

At noon,

A purple gold chariot came from the horizon and levitated steadily above Tianbo City.

"It's time, let's hit the road!"

The middle-aged man-like manager walked out, and after saluting respectfully to the sky, he urged Yang Dong and the others.

The people who could drive the purple gold chariot were all god-level masters, and he didn't want to give away the ghost face grass he had just gotten away.

It's better to leave quickly.