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Chapter 723 It Was A Dog (Second)
"Brother Lei, it seems that you are quite popular in the desert ghost town."

Zuo Yang smiled at Lei Xingkong with confidence.

He has been observing the reactions of the surrounding residents along the road. After these residents know that Lei Xingkong has returned, most of the expressions on their faces are relatively complicated... This is enough to explain the problem. They actually welcome Lei Xingkong's return in their hearts. Yes, it's just that he doesn't have confidence in him. In order to prevent Nasuratdin's retaliation afterwards, he dared not easily get involved with Lei Xingkong, which is why his expression is so complicated.

The reason why Zuo Yang was so fanfare was actually because he heard from Aguda that the residents of the desert ghost town were dissatisfied with the rule of Nasuradin and missed Lei Xingkong, so he wanted to use this method to take advantage of it.

Under such circumstances, even if Nasuratdin sent people to suppress it, as long as Lei Xingkong, Zuo Yang and others could draw with Nasratdin's men in the battle, the residents of the desert ghost town could see that it was possible to overthrow The hope of Nasuraddin's rule, when he "mobilizes" with Lei Xingkong, he will have the opportunity to start a mass war.

Water can carry a boat and it can overturn it.

In the mass war, unpopular rulers are paper tigers. Even with those mysterious people, Zuo Yang can still increase his odds of winning...

But Zuo Yang didn't know that the residents here were not only afraid of Nasir al-Din, but those mysterious people!

"Haha, my virtuous brother is absurd."

Hearing this, Lei Xingkong raised his head in embarrassment.

……

And the other side.

The news that Lei Xingkong came back alive and brought some helpers was quickly reported by Nasuraddin's eyeliner.

"what!?"

Nasuratdin immediately stood up in a panic, his face wrinkled like a bitter melon, and he paced back and forth.

His footsteps were high and short, although he could still walk, but he was still a little inflexible. This was the memory that Lei Xingkong left for him when he bullied the market.

He hates Lei Xingkong, but deep down, he is still afraid of Lei Xingkong.

He was not Lei Xingkong's opponent back then, and now that he has a crippled leg, he is even more not Lei Xingkong's opponent. Even if he mobilizes all the men in the city to strangle Lei Xingkong, I am afraid that he may not be able to solve this problem. Because the news brought back by the eyeliner shows that this time Lei Xingkong did not come back alone, he also brought helpers, and these helpers are likely to come from Shi Guanyin, who no one dares to mess with in this desert. Arrived at the bamboo boat that appeared and disappeared.

After a moment.

"Come here!"

Nasuratdin roared.

"City Lord!"

Immediately, two men ran in and knelt on the ground on one knee.

"Go to the palace and invite the envoys of the Tantric sect, and say that the desert ghost city is in big trouble, and I need their help. I will thank you very much afterwards."

Nasiratdin said in a hurried tone.

"Yes!"

The two subordinates hurriedly got up and did so.

"Wait!"

Nasuratdin suddenly stopped them again, and said in a deep voice, "The envoys of the Tantric sect are noble. I'm afraid I'll humiliate them by sending you here."

……

In the north of the desert ghost town, the most gorgeous building that is clearly separated from other buildings is the palace built for Tantric Buddhism.

Outside the palace, there were two stern-faced men in black standing guard. Their temples were raised high, and their eyes were full of murderous intentions. This made the residents of the desert ghost city dare not approach this palace easily, and even dared not Look at them more often.

Inside the palace, there were still many men in black standing with their hands behind their backs on both sides of the hall, while Nasuradin stood in the center of the hall with lowered eyebrows, speaking softly.

On the opposite side of Nasuradin, a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body is sitting on a chair leisurely sipping tea. This middle-aged man is dressed in luxurious silk brocade, with There are several rings inlaid with gemstones the size of pigeon eggs. This outfit is only worthy of the wealthy in the Central Plains.

"that's it?"

After Nasuradin finished speaking, the middle-aged man just raised his eyes slightly, and said in an unhurried manner, "It's really disappointing that a mere Lei Xingkong scares you into such a state. "

"Messenger, there is not only one Lei Xingkong, according to my eyeliner report, Shi Guanyin may also become his helper."

Nasuratdin trembled, knelt on the ground and said.

"So what about Shi Guanyin, you are too underestimating the foundation of Tantric Buddhism, no matter if it is Lei Xingkong or Shi Guanyin, as long as these people dare to spoil the affairs of Tantric Buddhism, Tantric Buddhism can teach them to regret coming to this world. "

The middle-aged man put down the teacup in his hand, and said in the same indifferent tone, "Useless things, if it weren't for the fact that your dog has always been more obedient and much easier to control than Lei Xingkong, I don't mind replacing you, let Lei Xingkong continue to be the city lord."

"Forgive me, I am useful, I am definitely more useful than Lei Xingkong, please give me another chance, I will bring my people to prove that Lei Xingkong was killed!"

Nasuratdin kowtowed on the ground and begged the middle-aged man desperately.

It has been a while since the group of Tantric sects came to the desert ghost town. Once they escorted some martial arts masters from the Central Plains back from the outside and locked them in the dungeon behind the palace. A piercing howl came from within.

Nasuratdin did not dare to speak, nor did he dare to ask. It was only later that the envoy asked him to bring someone to help dispose of the corpses, and he saw the corpses of these martial arts masters who had long since lost their human appearance. There happened to be a few people from the Central Plains who fled here from the Central Plains, and these Central Plains people recognized the identity of one of the corpses. That person was actually a long-established hero in the Central Plains martial arts, and he was also the master of a second-rate sect. Door!

Since then, Nasura Ding's liver and gallbladder have been torn, and he has no doubts about the strength of the Tantra organization, and he has obeyed the envoy's words, not daring to disobey the slightest.

"Okay! Since you have this determination, then go, I will wait here for you to present Lei Xingkong's head."

The middle-aged man sneered, nodded and said.

"Yes!"

Nasuratdin didn't dare to say anything more, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and ran out stumblingly.

Only then did a man in black come out from the back of the hall, walked up behind the middle-aged man, looked at Nasuraddin's back and said, "Mr. Tao, if Stone Avalokitesvara really intervened in this matter, this dog's I'm afraid the dog's head will be lost, it's not easy to find such an obedient dog in this desert."

"I know."

The middle-aged man smiled lightly and said, "Let him try the depth first, and we will come back when necessary."

(End of this chapter)