1515: C1515 Eccentric

C1515 Eccentric

Something like luck can't be detected. It's weird...

The son of the Pavilion Master of the Vast Sky Pavilion. As Hao Yun thought this, the corner of his mouth silently rose, and the coquettish expression on his face became more and more...

He then glanced at the Protector, bei Lin, who was standing at the side...

This was the guarantee of his strength that he would be able to conquer a region!

As the son of the Pavilion Master, even if it was just a branch family, it was sufficient for him to have a Protector!

"Young Master Yun, everything has been settled..."

"The entire plane has been purged..."

"Even if there are some fish that escaped the net, they won't be able to stir up a storm..."

"Those captured Human Clan have been transported out with warships. The fate awaiting them is to become slaves for the rest of their lives! They died of old age in the mines..."

"But Young Master Yun, if those Divine Crystal mines and Star Crystal mines want to be mined, they will still need slaves. Now that they have sold those mines, how should we deal with the mines here?"

The protector of the Vast Heaven Pavilion, bei Lin, who was wearing a long grey robe, revealed a surprised expression, and asked respectfully.

"Haha..."

"We can buy another batch of slaves!"

"It's fine if it's a Divine Crystal mine, but a Star Crystal mine belongs to a high grade mine. The Human Clan of this plane doesn't have the ability to mine it..."

"At least... Only True King Stage slaves can enter and mine the Star Crystal mine..."

"There's no need to worry about this. Let's wait a little longer, we can't let it shine too brightly..."

"I must hold these mines in my own hands!"

"If the news is leaked and my brothers find out, it will be my turn."

Hao Yun, the son of the pavilion master of the Vast Sky Pavilion, said as his eyes became more and more silent.

"Young Master Yun is wise!"

Protector Bei Lin, who was wearing a gray robe, complimented him with an indifferent tone.

"Young Master Yun, there won't be any accidents with the matter that you have entrusted to me..."

As Protector Bei Lin spoke, he raised his head and puffed out his chest, full of confidence.

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"Report... Report... Something has happened to the team led by Deacon Sean. Over a hundred thousand cultivator have been killed!"

At this moment, a Messenger rushed over from outside the door and reported this information.

The expression of the Northern Forest Protector in the grey robe changed...

Wasn't this a slap in the face?

He had just said that there wouldn't be any accidents, so he had made a promise and patted his chest. This is it now? This is it?

This is clearly playing with him, okay? The key is... Was there a f * cking way to play it? What the f * ck was the meaning of this?

"Trash!"1

"Where's Sean?"

" Where is he? "

"A bunch of trash!"

"What in the world happened!?"

"Get Sean to come back and face his death!"

Protector Bei Lin walked over with a gloomy face. He reached out his hand and grabbed Messenger's neck, lifting him up from the ground.

Looking at Messenger's face, which had gradually become ferocious due to suffocation, bei Lin took a deep breath and revealed an expression of enjoyment.

Everyone had their own special hobbies.

The special fetishes of this Protector Bei Lin was that he liked to humiliate others. ... Looking at the expressions of others who were begging for death, he would appear very excited.

"Lord... Lord Protector, shawn... Lord Deacon Shawn has already... He has been killed!"

Messenger's lips trembled and his eyes stared straight at Messenger. As he spoke, his body began to twitch rapidly...

He thought that he would survive after he finished speaking, but what awaited him... was an even deeper pain.

"Lord... Protector... No... No, i... I..."

Crack...

Bei Lin silently broke Messenger's neck, and then he threw him away like a dead dog. He looked particularly disgusted.

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