"What conditions?" Fang Ling asked.

Duan Rui said in a deep voice: "Young man, your martial arts are extremely high, even if you escape from the Mountain Lord's Mansion, it will be a simple matter, if you achieve your great goal and slip away directly, then wouldn't I have worked in vain?" So my condition is that when you go to the Mountain Lord's Mansion tomorrow, you must bring this Nine Dragons Blood Jade Sculpture with you!"

This sounded reasonable, but Fang Ling smelled something else, he suddenly understood Duan Ruixin's conspiracy, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then this deal is decided." ”

After agreeing on the time, Fang Ling jumped off the platform and walked in the direction of the inn, Duan Rui's face was filled with a layer of extremely cold color, and he snorted heavily: "Hmph, rampant boy, you dare to bully my Uncle Duan, you are really looking for death!"