The news of their own boss is sold!

Are they just so much money?!

No, wait a minute.

At the beginning, it seemed that she said it herself, as long as she can make money, depending on the situation, she can do anything.

This......

The typical is to pit yourself.

Huang Qianqian held her forehead a little speechlessly, and sure enough, she rolled her eyes slightly, and met someone beside her with a somewhat puzzled look.

Jun Liuyi was actually worried about her, the Nameless Pavilion was hers, and she sold the news of her whereabouts like this, isn't there some traitor?

"It's okay, it's okay, they used to do this kind of thing a lot, I told them, if my whereabouts can be sold for money, just sell it."

Not to mention, she used to have too many enemies, and relying on this alone, the performance of the Nameless Pavilion would rise by three percentage points every year.

Quite a lot of money.

Jun Liuyi: "......"

This...... Is there such a lack of money?

It seems that she especially likes to make money, well, think about the treasures that were saved back then, and give them to her, I don't know if she will be happy.

Leng Gongzi learned a terrible news from the conversation between the two people.

The Nameless Pavilion is her family's.

And she specially put herself there to sell.

No wonder!

No wonder the accuracy of the news of the Nameless Pavilion is the first on the mainland, especially about her.

There were still people speculating before that this mysterious nameless pavilion master had some blood feud with her, otherwise how could the news be so accurate.

Now it seems......

This is someone who put his whereabouts there, can it not be accurate?

It's the money you hapless people who make it.

Those who went up to seek revenge were not only beaten up in the end, but the money that bought the news before also went into her pocket.

Leng Gongzi can even imagine how many people will vomit blood on the spot if this matter is exposed.

"Smell of blood, what's wrong with you?"

Huang Qianqian originally wanted to hand over the sword to him directly, but as soon as she got a little closer, she smelled a strong smell of blood.

She wasn't worried about this guy at all, but she was afraid she would.

Leng Nether seemed to remember that he seemed to be injured at this time, and he took the token back, and then pressed the other with one hand.

I only heard a click, and it seemed that the bones were going back.

He was wearing a black cloak that covered a large area of blood on his back.

At this moment, there was such a big movement, and Huang Qianqian realized that his entire back was almost covered with blood.

"No big deal, just ran into him."

Three thousand years ago, another one thought he was dead, and died with Yin Xizi, and after three thousand years, the dead person suddenly appeared in front of him, and his first reaction was, of course, to find a way to get him dead again.

On the way over just now, I have been being chased and killed, so I accidentally suffered a small injury.

"Oh, he's he, isn't he? What the hell is that guy's name? You can't call him by that name. ”

For so many years, Huang Qianqian's hatred for those three words is not ordinary.

It's the kind of hatred that is not enough to crush the owner of these three words if you can.

Leng Youming naturally noticed that her whole person became full of anger in an instant.

His words...... In fact, the three words of Cold Netherworld should be his name. ”

"This part of my strength is too weak, and he has always been dominant, so I will always call him by his name."

(End of chapter)