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58: Behind the scenes, terrorist organization(2/2)

He felt a little guilty.

The elder of the Beggar Gang smiled and looked kind: "Young Master Li is a master of good fortune, has extraordinary strength, and is unbeaten. It must be unique. However, the Young Master is right. You are still young and have insufficient experience in the world. It is really rare for the Young Master to understand his shortcomings. It is a blessing from Huashan."

Ning Zhongze glanced at him, like a sharp sword: "My junior brother has no shortcomings."

What do you mean?

i cursed my junior brother?

No, you are cursing me Ning Zhongze.

Furong said that if there are shortcomings.

What should I do if my mother’s happiness?

Ning Zhongze grabbed the sword.

All over is cold.

Elder of the Beggars’ Gang: “…”

He smiled embarrassedly: "The friendship between the elder brother and the younger generation of the sect is very good, which is enviable. I am too talkative."

Yue Buqun: "Junior sister, don't be rude. Senior, my junior sister is young and doesn't understand the world. In addition, Huashan has a great change and personality... Please understand senior."

The elder of the Beggars' Sect breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay."

It turns out that women are too difficult to serve.

I don’t know that the brothers in Huashan face the cold leader Ning.

How miserable the days are.

Ning Zhongze's eyes were cold and he was holding the sword.

The slender middle finger was straightened.

She looked down at her fingers: Go back and measure one or two more times.

Yes, I have to have a beat first.

To avoid my junior brother from noticed my thoughts.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to apply medicine, I measured the silly look of my junior brother.

I certainly don't understand what I'm going to do.

Ning Zhongze's mouth curled up a little curve, and he was full of charm in an instant, making everyone lose their minds.

Fang Zheng was also stunned.

immediately……

hiss.

it hurts.

No, you must practice the iron crotch skill.

He lowered his head silently, splitting his legs slightly, and his heart was as calm as water.

After the ceremony, Fang Zheng and a group of Shaolin monks went to the Sutra Pavilion.

Everyone stayed in the Main Hall.

There was a lot of discussion.

More about speculating on the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes.

It is really terrible that such a mysterious organization appeared in the world.

suddenly.

There was an angry roar in the Sutra Pavilion.

"The Yijing Jin was indeed lost."

"Senior Brother Fang Zheng, please tell me carefully, did you do it?"
Chapter completed!
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