Super Game Upgrade Summoning System

In front of the grave of the fallen Guards Battalion soldiers, the mother and daughter hugged each other and cried. The mother cried: "My lord, I will go with you, but my daughter is only twelve years old. Please let her go!"

The middle-aged shrew cursed loudly: "Look at you all, it's your fate that I can like you mother and daughter!"

"You can't achieve this kind of blessing in three lifetimes, so why are you still here crying and crying? I tell you, don't be ungrateful!"

The mother choked and said: "Grandma Wang, the master of the house is a master in the body refining realm, how can my daughter withstand him!"

"My husband was once a soldier in the King's personal guard camp. Please look at him!"

Wang Po hesitated after hearing this. To them, the word "guard camp" was like Optimus Prime.

Just as she was hesitating, a group of boys and girls came from a distance. The leader was dressed in fine clothes, holding a paper fan and holding a suave hand.

He arrived first before others arrived.

"The Guards Battalion can cover the sky with one hand!"

"You two are under the jurisdiction of my Zhao family. Even if the king is here, I am not afraid!"

The voice was full of energy, and it spread far away, and it turned out to be Lian Jiazi.

In the distance, Zi Muyu sighed softly, but Shui Qianluo smiled sweetly and said: "Lord Ming Wang, look, I'm not afraid of you!"

Li Mufan ignored her and frowned.

In the field, Wang Po and the servants all bowed and gave way, while the mother and daughter were trembling all over, looking extremely afraid of this person.

Among the young master's group, a beautiful young woman seemed to have a heart of compassion and sighed: "Master Zhao, they are the widows of martyrs after all. Please advise Uncle Zhao to forget it."

Another woman next to this woman dressed in enchanting clothes smiled and said: "Miss Wang, what you said is wrong. Although you are the most talented woman in Dongshan City, this is Mr. Zhao's family matter, so we still don't have to worry about it."

Hearing this, several other men in gorgeous clothes nodded and said, "What Miss Ji is saying is that it is their blessing to be favored by the head of the Zhao family. Why should we ruin this beautiful thing?"

The young man named Zhao glanced at Miss Wang, as if he wanted to show off his power, touched the ring on his hand, and took out a leather whip.

"Storage ring!"

Everyone in the field was stunned. In their eyes, this kind of magic weapon was only worn by big shots.

Unexpectedly, the power of the Zhao family has reached this level.

Mr. Zhao said proudly: "I have some good eyesight. Half a month ago, my father had the honor to have a good chat with General Cao Ren, and he received this spiritual treasure as a gift. He gave it to me when he got home!"

Hearing this, everyone in the arena looked at him with different eyes, and the sounds of slapping and slapping could be heard all the time. Miss Wang sighed softly and stopped talking.

Mr. Zhao enjoyed the feeling of being admired very much. With a sharp look in his eyes, he said to the mother and daughter, "I will ask you again whether you can leave or not!"

The mother begged: "Second Young Master, I'm going with you, please let my daughter go!"

"court death!"

Young Master Zhao was furious and whipped him fiercely!

He is a figure in the Body Refining Realm. If he is hit hard this time, he will be seriously injured even if he is not dead!

Just as the whip was about to fall, a strong wind suddenly passed by, and a stone accurately hit the whip, breaking it into two pieces with a bang.

Li Mufan walked out calmly, and Zi Muyu and Shui Qianluo, dressed as maids, also followed.

Mr. Zhao's arms were slightly numb, and he knew he had met a master.

He shouted angrily: "Who are you? How dare you interfere in our Zhao family's affairs!"

Li Mufan did not speak, but walked closer, helped the mother and daughter up, and pushed the mother and daughter to Zi Muyu's side in their surprised eyes.

After that, he silently placed flowers in front of the eighteen tombs, his movements gentle, and there was a hint of nostalgia in the depths of Gujing Wubo's eyes.

It was as if he was missing an old friend, a brother who lived and died together in the past.