Chapter 238 (2/2)

Where are the people! The Dragon Rock warrior asked.

As soon as Tross saw that the Dragon Rock warrior was interested, he echoed······

After a conversation, the Dragon Rock warrior said to Tross, ”you did a good job. Go down and receive the reward“

Thank you, Lord Longyan. Thank you, Lord Longyan.

Tross went on laughing with joy and looked at the Tross Longyan warrior who was drifting away. It showed her original face. A barbarian beauty, it seems that she can have fun tonight, but Tross should get rid of it! He knows too much.

Wei Yi, Tross whispered.

My subordinates are here. What can I do for you. A man in black wrapped in a black robe appeared in front of the Dragon Rock warrior.

Get rid of Tross. I don't want others to know that his death has something to do with me.

”Yes, sir, Tross will die in an accident. Please rest assured. ”

Um! Go! The Dragon Rock warrior whispered, as if he had done a trivial thing.

In the slave market, the Dragon Rock warrior recalled the place where the barbarian girl mentioned by Tross just now went. As for the owner of the barbarian girl, the Dragon Rock warrior can only ha ha. If he knows the truth, he will save his life.

In a spacious old wooden house, before Tross came in, the sharp eyed children ran out of the door.

Brother Tross is back, brother Tross is back,,,,,

A group of children ran to Tross, talking and laughing. Tross looked at the children in front of him and felt warm. Tross himself was born an orphan and often took in some homeless children when he grew up.

Tross looked at the child in front of him, took out a bag of green seeds from his chest, handed it to the slightly mature boy and said, ”Leo, these green seeds are enough for you to use for a while.”

Leo took the green seed from brother Tross and said, ”the green seed from brother Tross hasn't finished yet!”

Tross smiled, put his hand on Leo's head and said, ”last time was last time, this time is this time.”

After a chat, Tross left.

On the way, Tross was walking on a small road. He was suddenly cold in his heart. He grew up as an orphan. Tross was particularly sensitive to some dangers.

”Who is it?” as Tross shouted.