"Hey, this rocking chair..."

Before the fat old man could speak, he seemed to notice something, and stretched out his hand to carefully touch the armrest of the rocking chair: "Demon King skeleton, smear the juice of the soothing flower..."

"It can calm the nerves, it can exercise the spirit..."

"Good stuff."

As he spoke, he looked at the unremarkable little table beside him.

"Tiantongmu."

"The teacup is jade..."

This looked very ordinary, even a somewhat dilapidated room, but it made a Jiujue a little surprised.

"Hmm..."

"You should have a Nine Senses in the black market."

"Is he there?"

Yu Sanshui pondered for a few seconds, regained his composure, sat in the rocking chair again, looked at the fat old man and asked.

"Back to the predecessors, how can we have nine senses in the black market, you laughed."

"It's just a group of ordinary citizens who keep to themselves and comply with the law, doing a little business."

The fat old man was neither humble nor arrogant, so he stood in front of Yu Sanshui and responded softly.

"Heh..."

Yu Sanshui chuckled lightly and was noncommittal: "It shouldn't be there, otherwise, it won't even be able to hide from me." ”

He thought for a moment, then slowly got up, looked at the fat old man, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Since he is not here, then..."

"Robbery!"

"Pack everything in the room!"

"If you think you can beat me, then try!"

Like bandits.

Originally, I came to talk about things, but while chatting, I was skewed to another result.

I have to say that, to a certain extent, Yu Sanshui and Yu Sheng are similar.

"The senior said it was funny."

"If you like it, what about giving it to you?"

"It's just something outside of your body."

The fat old man still had no joy or sorrow, but what he said made Yu Sanshui a little embarrassed.

What a thing outside of God's body!

Does it mean that Lao Tzu is poor?

Everyone chatted like this, and when they robbed again, they didn't seem to be deep, they didn't rob, and they were red-eyed.

For a while, Yu Sanshui was set up here.

"Hmm."

"Since you give it sincerely, I won't take some of it, but I'll slap you in the face of the black market."

"Thank you."

After half a second of psychological struggle, Yu Sanshui made this difficult decision.

He first took out a large box made of star wood in the corner of the room, then stuffed the items in the room into the box, and finally held the box in one hand and the rocking chair in the other.

"It's better for you to do things on the black market."

"Hmm..."

"You investigated me before, and I won't blame you for the past."

"Not surprisingly, it must have been arranged by my good son, that little fellow, who doesn't respect me as a father at all."

"But next time if I find your people again..."

"That's not the end."

"If you have time, please help me relay it to a Mo Academy called... Well... Zhao Zicheng's little guy. ”

"Let's just talk about the feud back then, Lao Tzu still remembers it, he'd better go to the detention center by himself for a month, otherwise I will personally send him there."

I don't know why, Yu Sanshui didn't have the idea of leaving a message for the rest of his life, but was thinking about Zhao Zicheng.

Perhaps the month of living in a single room in the detention center has become a pain in his heart.

"Next, it's the little one."

"He even said that Lao Tzu was hired by him."

"Lao Tzu is a good son, when will he become his own brother."

"Yu... Yu..."

"Hehe..."

At this time, he was like a hidden protagonist, and finally one day under oppression, he stood up and resisted, and took revenge on everyone recorded in the small book one by one.

That 'big' heart...

"Gone!"

"Oh yes, there's a tough guy who's been chasing me, and if nothing else, he'll be here in ten minutes."

"Better be careful, there aren't many kind people like me."

Walking to the door, Yu Sanshui seemed to suddenly remember something, turned around, smiled and instructed, and then walked away completely, disappearing from the fat old man's field of vision in a few steps.

"What a strong sense of revenge..."

"If I hadn't taken the initiative to donate these belongings, I'm afraid he wouldn't have told me that he was even being hunted down."

"When the time comes, what I will face will be a Nine Senses..."

The fat old man stood at the doorway, narrowing his eyes slightly, muttering to himself, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Here..."

"There's no need to exist anymore."

"That mountain..."

The fat old man looked at the artificial low mountain full of demon plants outside the window, as if he was thinking about something: "Give it to Moge, and leave a favor." ”

"The black market seems to have been too ostentatious lately."

He shook his head slightly, and walked out of the room slowly.

With him gone, the shop collapsed into ruins.

In the lake, a monstrous beast bared its head and looked this way.

"You stay."

"Don't worry, even if it's Jiujue, I won't do it to you easily."

"After all, this is Mocheng."

As the fat old man's voice fell, the beast once again indulged in the bottom of the artificial lake and disappeared.

And the fat old man just carried his hands behind his back and gradually walked away.

About five minutes after he left, the black-robed creature appeared silently in the ruins.

He froze where he was, as if sensing something, and after a moment he turned his head, glanced at the spot in the nearby lake, and disappeared again.

After he left, a head cautiously came out of the lake again, looking into the distance with some fear, as if it was being watched by some terrifying existence just now.

The movement here also attracted the patrolling guards and officers, and when they broke into the manor and saw the low mountain full of demon plants, they were stunned for a while.

"Black market, giveaway."

In mid-air, a page of paper slowly floated down in front of them, and the words on it were unusually eye-catching.