Upon hearing this, Manager Huang nodded: "This is better." So someone prepared a pen and ink paper and asked Fengjiu to draw the person down.

After a while, Fengjiu handed the portrait to him and said, "I will stay here for a while recently. Well, I will stay at Wufu Inn. If you have any news, you can send it there. You should hurry up and do it, I'll wait for what I want."

"Okay, I'll have someone go check right away." Manager Huang responded, walked out of the lobby with the portrait, told the person below, handed the portrait to an old man and walked back to the lobby again.

He looked at Feng Jiu, who was sitting there playing with the fake black order in his hand, sighed inwardly, and was about to speak, but his eyes widened by the scene in front of him.

I saw that the boy was playing with the black order was broken by his hand, and it turned into ashes and scattered all over the ground. Seeing this hand and looking at his actions, Manager Huang suddenly burst into cold sweat and kept murmuring in his heart: It's over, he felt that this boy was not something to mess with. Although the black order was fake, it was not made of ordinary materials, but now it was directly pinched into powder by the boy...

Feng Jiu blew away the powder on his hands, took the wet cloth handed over by Leng Hua and wiped his hands. Then he looked at Manager Huang, who was staring at his eyes wide and looked shocked. He smiled and said, "Manager Huang, you have another matter to report."

"What, what, what?"

Manager Huang looked at the boy's smile and non-smiling smile, and even said a little stuttering. Who would tell him what happened to the boy whose breath suddenly changed? What happened to the boy who exuded powerful and powerful pressure all over his body?

He was still thinking just now whether this young man was scared by Lao Xu's pressure of Jindan, but seeing the pressure and momentum that spread out from his body now, his legs were trembling...

What a terrible... What a weird boy... where did he come from?

"Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that my black order was stolen. You can report it! Let me find it for me."

Manager Huang was stunned. The boy turned around and came like this. It turned out that he had been waiting here for a long time?

Hearing his voice a little careless, he couldn't help but wipe his cold sweat: "Young master, this matter..." He wanted to say that the black orders in the black market are the same. If you lose it, it will not be so easy to recover the original piece except for reporting the loss.

Unexpectedly, before he could say this, the boy's voice came again.

"By the way, I seem to have forgotten to tell you that my black order is not something other than me."

"What, what?"

Manager Huang exclaimed in dismay, his face turned pale in an instant. He was just his legs trembling, but now he was trembling all over. The cold bean beads on his forehead were oozing out as big as a dripping. He looked at the boy in front of him in shock and horror, and felt that even his teeth were trembling.

If the black order, the black order is really as the boy in front of him said, except for what others can't use, then, then, that is a first-level black order! But before, he only saw that it was a black order, but he didn't notice that the black order was marked with a first-level mark. But now looking at his expression and listening to his tone, it was clearly a first-level black order!

The first-level black order is made with blood! On that token, only the owner of the black order can activate the blood pattern!
Chapter completed!