C211 (2/2)
”What? Brother Long Ning doesn't believe me?” Qin Lie's face turned cold as he replied.
”Running camp, rules, this is my rule. I'll take half of the money first, don't break my rules, if you don't want to, then go ahead!” Hua Long said coldly as he stared at the running camp.
”Alright, take it. I hope you can bring me good news!” He took a deep breath, suppressed the discontent in his heart, and took out 25 true essence stones and 15,000 silver notes from his storage ring, and handed them to Hua Longning.
”Don't worry, I don't even care about an ordinary martial artist at the fifth level of the Mortal realm, much less a little kid!” After obtaining the true essence stones and banknotes, Hua Longning's complexion eased a bit. He coldly smiled and waved his hand towards the running camp, ”I'm leaving. Crimson Nimbus Guild can't do anything now. Ling Yan, come out and send me a sound transmission!”
Watching Hua Longning's figure disappear into the woods, the corners of his mouth gradually curved up in a comfortable smile. That eyesore's life was finally coming to an end.
Hua Longning, a martial arts genius from Crimson Nimbus Martial School, the 61st general of Crimson Nimbus Guild, was often bullied and bullied by the new students for stealing cultivation true essence stones from them and was reported to be expelled by Crimson Nimbus Martial School. After being expelled, he, who was filled with hatred, went to become a killer.
After he became an assassin, Hua Long Ning Tian licked his lips and licked his lips, liking to challenge high difficulty in life and death battles. He especially loved to drink and hate those so-called geniuses under his sword, and at the same time, developed a strong combat ability.
With this kind of strength, it would be easy for him to kill the growing Ling Yan.
Ling Yan, ah, it's all your fault for choosing a physical body. If you want to become a physical body master, you might have a chance in your next life.
With a loud laugh in his heart, he moved his body and disappeared into the forest.
The wind blew, rustling the leaves of the small forest...