Chapter 1232 (1/2)

At this time, Murong was also confused.

He didn't expect that he would be sold so soon, and he sold so thoroughly that he would directly become a pot back man. With such a big black pot on his back, he would never turn over!

Do you want to carry this pot or not?

He glanced at xuanxu, his godfather, but saw xuanxu staring at him with sharp eyes like falcons, as if to say, if you dare to say no, I won't let you see the sun tomorrow

Look at Zhuge on the side. Although he is smiling, there is a knife in his smile. He still has a big machete that can chop himself

For a moment, the scene was embarrassing!

After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Murong still chose his godfather. He quickly flopped down on his knees and said, ”godfather, you misunderstood. The fact is, I'm worried that the news is too heavy and will hit you, so I chose to hide you. It's all filial piety of children...”

Not to mention Murong's brilliant move, he blamed his fault on a white lie. In a moment, all the mistakes between the two people were gone. Now, the old God was nearby and Zhuge who thought he was in control of the victory was completely ignorant. Can I do this?

He really didn't expect the other party to make such a moth.

White lies, if you hold others accountable for this, do you look very inhumane, like a rigid guy?

Looking at the confused faces of Zhuge xuanxu and Murong, they sighed. Alas, they finally got through this level. Although all the people below noticed something wrong, they all did so, and there are steps. Besides, their strength is there. Since there are steps, they will go down if they want to go down. Can you stop them?

So they can only say: ”in that case, then...”

However, xuanxu was relieved at this time and obviously underestimated Zhuge. Zhuge still had a back move. However, if his ancestors had a clever plan, how could they lose their cards at this time? But he directly threw out a king's bomb!

I only saw one look from Zhuge!

Suddenly, someone in the hall stood up again. If he was a middle-aged cultivator, he would sit in the middle, not in the front and not in the back. This position was also arranged according to the strength of the family or sect. He must be the leader of a middle-aged cultivator sect.

But he shouted to the front: ”master xuanxu, since this is the truth, can you send back all the more than a dozen practitioners of our sect you took? They are all our old friends? Our small families can't afford to lose. Please let them go. Anyway, they don't make rumors. These are all true...”

Click!

Xuanxu's heart sank again. I killed people. Did you ask me for someone? Where can I get it for you? Is it difficult for me to give you shit? How can you do that? I still fart. I fart with that guy Zhuge, directly sprinkle beans into ice, turn into a million practitioners, and beat all of you down!