Demon Cultivating System

LV Xian looked at Li Ting calmly, showing no emotion, as if she were a puppet.

"Too much? Did you think you couldn't go too far when you swallowed the Zhou family's secondary production?"

"The market is like a battlefield. You should know that since he lost, he can't blame others."

"If your strength is not as good as mine, you can't blame others."

Lu Xian is like a God, holding all the truth.

He deeply knows that shopping malls are like battlefields, but Liang Ru's way of winning is very despised.

Li Ting immediately became speechless. Lu Xian's words were the same truth he used.

Yes, LV Xian's strength is stronger than himself, just as when he and others swallowed the Zhou family's assets, they were ruthless at all.

Li Ting was angry, and his face seemed to be ten years old.

Now, he finally ate the consequences, but he had no chance to regret it.

"OK, I'm willing to wear mourning and carry this coffin."

LV Xian nodded. He liked people who knew current affairs and didn't have to teach them by himself.

Li Ting's compromise, others can only follow suit.

Nine people dressed in hemp and filial piety, eight second rate family owners, unexpectedly carried a coffin to a dead Zhou Hua.

LV Xian and Chu Yuner stood together, behind which was general Lu and thousands of imperial guards.

"Take up the coffin and go to the north mountain outside the King City, where it is suitable for burial."

How did the people shout, where is the north mountain outside the king's city more than 3000 miles.

These house owners are all old bones. They don't need aura. How can they support such a long distance.

But all the eight owners did not say a word and raised their heads silently.

Liang Ru sprinkled money behind her, and white ghost coins floated all over the sky.

The smell of sadness filled the air and made people look solemn and solemn.

General Lu raised his palm.

"The imperial city guards listen to the order and welcome the dead on the road!"

All the forbidden guards of the King City burst their aura into the air and turned it into fireworks.

Bang bang!

Gorgeous aura fireworks bloom in the air, extremely dazzling.

LV Xian and Chu Yuner followed slowly.

Three days later

The eight family owners finally moved the Lingjing coffin to the North Mountain required by LV Xian.

Beishan is a mountain range formed by more than ten peaks.

It looks like a long dragon, so LV Xian chose it here.

"Well, now the coffin falls to the ground, you dig a pit."

Eight family owners and Liang Ru have been walking for three days.

The three thousand mile road is full of white ghost coins, and only the kings, grandchildren and nobles have such a spectacle.

They were already dusty and their clothes were much worn out.

Some people's feet are out of blood. They really suffer without Reiki.

But they didn't complain. They still know what to do and what not to do.

They just silently, took up the shovel and began digging holes.

A handful of loess was dug out, and a big pit gradually took shape.

The crystal coffin is put in and covered with loess again. A generation of heroes also return to dust and earth to earth.

"Well, Zhou Hua has been buried. You should go and bury him."

Nine people are solemn and stirring. So far, they are unable to return to heaven.

"Well, I hope you don't involve our family."

"Don't worry, I'm Lu Xian. I won't involve your family."

Nine people mobilized their aura and ran through their hearts in an instant.

Poof——

Blood splashed out and nine people died!