Stunning Goddess of Secret Service: Concubine Pride

At the end, he laughed.

"Little friend is right, it is indeed me who is bothering others."

Yuan Nanfei smiled slightly, "The city lord must understand better than we do, you're laughing at him for making an axe."

In fact, how could Fang Qingnan not be clear about what Yuan Nanfei said, but now he is under a lot of pressure and needs someone to tell him for sure that his situation in Black Rock City will not be so bad, now that Yuan Nanfei has said it , even if he untied a knot in his heart, it naturally brightened his mood all of a sudden.

"Hey, I'm getting old and my brains are not enough. This world belongs to you young people. I hope that Rong'er can really learn something and make progress during this time outside, so I can rest assured."

"Don't worry about the city owner. Fang Rong will be back soon. When you see him, you will be proud of him. To say something disrespectful, it is better than blue than blue."

The smile on Fang Qingnan's face deepened. No matter who's parents, they would not feel unhappy when they heard that their children were promising, especially when others praised their children in front of him.

"Okay, with your good words, if he is really capable, I will let go of one thing." Fang Qingnan said with a smile, with smiles in his eyes.

"Don't worry, the city lord, I will definitely not let you down." Wei Ran also said, he has always been reticent, it is really good for someone to get such affirmation from him.

Several people exchanged pleasantries for a while, Fang Qingnan had other things to do, Yuan Nanfei and the others couldn't stay here forever, so they took their leave and left.

In the evening, at a place five hundred miles away from Black Rock City, Wen Renya and the others were passing by.

However, just as I walked over, I was stopped by a group of people. Those people were wearing robes made of various clothes, and they couldn't tell what they looked like at all. It felt very strange. There were random patterns painted on their faces with green paint. Don't know facial features.

There is only one feeling, which is ugly.

These people look like refugees, but their cultivation is not what a refugee would have.

Ordinary refugees are affected by disasters and have no ability to make a living when they come out, so they become more and more destitute.

There are also a few refugees who can have the fighting power of Wuzun level. Such a person can be a small captain if he joins a similar mercenary regiment, so why should he be reduced to such a point? The real refugees, just don't know who they are.

"Listen well, if you want to pass here, you have to leave one hundred thousand gold, otherwise don't blame the brothers for being merciless with the weapons in their hands." The one who took the lead was at the level of a martial saint, and there were two martial masters among them. He didn't reach Wu Zun, but he could still see that his hands were stained with blood, he was not an ordinary person.

"One hundred thousand gold, do you think we are a mobile vault?" Fang Rong looked at the person in front of him and sneered, feeling deeply ridiculous.

It's simply impatient to live, and actually wants to hijack them. I really don't know what's going on in my head, I think I'm crazy about money.

"Letting you leave one hundred thousand gold is to think highly of you, and that little beauty is also left by my king, and welcomes you to be Mrs. Yazhai, so that you will be spared from death." Wu Zun, the man behind the man, smiled evilly, especially A pair of eyes, looking at Wen Renya undisguisedly, made Shen Xiao's face darken.