"What are you betting on?" Feng Liusi raised his eyebrows.

"I bet, among the people coming from the black agency later, there will be the new butler Death God Yamos, the little brat I told you about last time. I bet he will be the first one to show up."

Ka Xiu's expression did not change, and his hair was messy on his forehead.

"What's the stake?" Feng Liusi continued to ask.

"Simple. If you win, teach me the newly created Blood Vulture Mouth move. If I win, I will catch you five more dark creatures that are equal to the undead level, and five pieces of life vibration energy as a bet."

Ka Xiu looked confident.

"What a bullshit bet..." Feng Liusi complained a little in his heart. He originally planned to teach Kaxiu the Blood Eagle Mouth move. There are only two people in the world who practice Nandou Red Eagle Fist. Feng Liusi didn't teach Kaxiu.

To whom? Are you planning to cut off your inheritance?

There is also a card repair pressure bet.

He did not ask for any price from Feng Liusi for the large amount of life vibration energy he had spent to help Feng Liusi rejuvenate.

It was said that he was paying for tuition, but Feng Liusi had nothing to teach him anymore. Card Xiu was still transmitting energy to him.

"It doesn't matter, I'll bet with you."

Of course Feng Liusi did not hesitate at all.

Ka Xiu snapped his fingers: "You lose."

Then, he looked around and said loudly.

"Come out, Yamos, I know you're here."

Katsa.

Behind a protective tree on the side of the road, a shiny leather shoe crushed the dead branches on the ground and slowly walked out.

in the sun.

The black-haired boy wearing white gloves has a warm smile.

On the other side, there is a secret location of the Sect Organization.

In the secret room, an almost inhuman figure roared and struggled like a wild beast. The ground was covered with mottled blood and there were various potholes and cracks. The figure was in great pain and seemed to be enduring unimaginable torture.

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The fist hit the wall and the ground, causing the entire secret room to shake, and a large amount of dust fell in the corners.

With the last roar.

The figure stopped and half-knelt on the ground.

Blood dripped from his chin, making a snapping sound.

Half an hour later.

In a study room, the windows were half-covered and swaying slightly in the wind. Most of the room was hidden in darkness, with hazy shadows.

The man in black clothes stood in the corner, as if he had completely blended in with the surrounding environment. His eyes were hollow and deep under the mask, and he stretched out his hand to dial the brass rotary telephone slowly.

After a while, the phone went through.

"Master Black Peacock, the headquarters already knows about the actions of this Tulip Antiques Exhibition. Before the end of the fourth day of the antique exhibition, the nearest Master Zijiang will definitely be able to arrive in time to assist you. And Master Zijiang will return

It brought a portion of the blood of misfortune, which can temporarily heal the sword demon."

The voice on the other end of the phone carried a weak current.

"Purple General?" Black Peacock's voice was hoarse and dry.

He half-held the phone and seemed to be mumbling to himself.

"Purple General, the sword ghost who has temporarily recovered, plus me who have suffered too much loss. Haha, although it is not in peak condition, it seems to be enough... I will keep the pain today in mind..."

The eyelids of the black peacock are drooped, and there is a dull light in the pores.
Chapter completed!