Chapter 1791 (2/2)

Secondly, because Wang Simin helped himself, so, knowing that it was Hutu, how could Han 3000 let irrelevant people die?!

”Master, farewell.” Han three thousand finish, pull peach, energy, into a golden light, directly row the sky and go.

Previously, Han 3000 had no ability to fly all the time, but he was also worried that flying into the air would expose his whereabouts. Now, he doesn't care.

Wang Simin watched Han 3000 fly away and wanted to chase him. He looked back at Qin Qingfeng, who couldn't fly at all. If he went to chase Han 3000, Qin Qingfeng would die in this wild mountain.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Simin stamped his feet in the same place: ”dead sick chicken, you can't die well if you cross the river and tear down the bridge! Ah

Flying into the air, Han 3000 was more sure of his guess. On this day, the wall of Lake City was so high that he didn't see his head. He didn't know where he was going.

When he arrived in the city, Han 3000 just landed. Today's Tianhu city is heavily patrolled by guards. After all, Wang Simin has been missing for several days. Wang Dong is very worried, so he sends people to look around.

However, with Han 3000's current accomplishments, it's no surprise that he wants to come up with a Tianhu city. When Zhuang Hu is checking people at the gate, he suddenly feels a flash of golden light. Before he knows what's wrong, the golden light has disappeared.

Zhuang Hu felt his head strangely: ”just now, what flew by?”

The guard next to him also looked confused and shook his head and said, ”I don't know. I just saw a beam of light. Boss, will... Will someone escape?”

Zhuang Hu punched the guard on the head: ”what do you think, who can slip away under my eyes in Tianhu city? You grew up eating shit when you were tiger brother. ”

After hammering the soldiers, Zhuang Hu touched his head and looked at the direction outside the gate.

What was that thing just now?!

Feilong City, in the hall of the Fu clan in the city.

Fu Tian was writing something in the room. At this time, a servant came in in a hurry. As soon as he came in, he knelt down on the ground in a panic: ”patriarch, it's not good, it's not good.”

”What's the matter?” Fu Tian frowned, patted the table and stood up dissatisfied.

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