Chapter 1820 (1/2)

Wan Kun thought for a moment and said, ”so tomorrow, I'll let people put up sheds in some busy places in the city, buy some rice noodles, and trade stories for food. If the stories are obviously fake, give less, give more, and I'll send someone else to find some recorders to help record the intentions of these people, and then bring them back to me.”

Mo Cong clapped his thigh and said: ”it's a good idea. The people living here are mostly poor people. With this method, many people will be attracted to tell stories. Although there will be many people fishing in troubled waters, as long as we can get a useful news, then these payments will be worth it.”

Wan Kun said with a smile, ”yes, that's the reason.”

Mo Cong looked at the dazed cloud sky on the bed and worried: ”is Mr. cloud still awake? Will it be all right? ”

Wan Kun shook his head. ”No, he has suffered more serious injuries than this. He will be better. We can't help him.”

Mo Cong nodded. The Marquis always said that Yuntian's martial arts are excellent. But he never saw it. He hopes to see it one day.

It was night, and the wind was cold.

On the shore of the ice field in the North Sea, a huge shadow lies quietly on the sand.

A pair of cold and green JiaoMu eyes are staring at the land in the distance.

The young man I met last night must be his son, a Xin.

In the years when he left, what kind of adventures did ah Xin have? Why did they overcome the problems of thousands of years? Could he break through in just a few years? It's no accident. It must be something happened. When he comes, he must ask clearly.

With a very excited mood, with the eyes of great expectation, waiting for his son's arrival, from the moon to the moon, it has never waited for him.

Why didn't he come?