Watching their backs, the Grand Elder of the Artifact Master Association was a little dumbfounded. What was going on? He didn't say anything! Why were they all leaving?

Before leaving, the other party's resentful look made the elder of the Weapon Master Association feel quite guilty, but he really didn't do anything?

The great elder was quite confused, and the others were also extremely puzzled. They all turned to look at the monster in unison, and immediately the monster's face turned red.

"What are you looking at me doing?" the monster shouted unbearably.

"Uh! Lord Dark Lord, your subordinates seem to be..." Bingpo hesitated, trying to choose some harmonious words to describe the situation at hand, but before he could think of it, he was interrupted by the angry monster.

"Don't worry about them, it's just intermittent convulsions!" the monster said angrily, these bastards knew how to embarrass him.

The evildoer is very angry inside. He has low self-esteem! This is the most hurtful thing!

But when Leng Ruoxue heard this, she couldn't help but secretly thought, Master Dark Lord, is it really okay for you to say this to your subordinates?

Uncle Long and others didn't know why those guys were like this, but with Qing Jue here, Leng Ruoxue knew all about it. However, for the sake of the monster's face, she could only pretend to be confused. After all, it was really not a big deal.

Damn, those subordinates of the evildoer are so glass-hearted! Besides, she couldn't understand whether it was just a house built, so why should there be such a big reaction?

In fact, although these houses of hers look like wooden structures on the outside, they are not that simple on the inside, because these houses are all the works of her craftsmanship some time ago, but they were semi-finished products at the time, and now they are made of dragons.

My uncle and others have just assembled them. Of course, these houses are also artifacts, but the refining materials are a bit ordinary and cannot be carried around, but they are still good as a place to live.

In this way, she naturally used them for useless purposes. However, it seems that it cannot be said that these houses are artifacts now, otherwise the evildoer's glass-hearted subordinates may be heartbroken!

Sigh! Leng Ruoxue sighed, I really can’t understand why people in the Nine Nether Hell have a glass heart? This is so unscientific! Logically speaking, people in that world should not be kind! But monsters like these

The appearance of her subordinates completely subverted her cognition and left her at a loss as to what to do!

After looking at the monster, Leng Ruoxue decided not to think about those messy things. Now that she has built a house in the land of chaos, of course she has to celebrate. After all, this place will be regarded as her base in the future. Although it is still difficult to come here.

problems, but she believes that these can be solved.

Knowing Leng Ruoxue's thoughts, Uncle Long and others immediately went to prepare. Everyone even regarded this as a big event. You know, the Devil's City has not celebrated for a long time, and now it has a new territory. Of course, it cannot be careless.

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With this idea in mind, Uncle Long and the others decided to hold a grand event.

Since it was going to be a big event, food was indispensable, and food was also the highlight of the celebration. Therefore, the inventory in Leng Ruoxue's bracelet decreased sharply. Qing Jue was so angry that he kept calling them wasteful. However, no one cared about it at all.

Qing Jue's words fell on deaf ears, which was so serious that Qing Jue decided to ignore them!

The same enemy as Qing Jue was Cang. Cang, who felt betrayed by Uncle Long and others, also chose to ignore their existence. As for when he would pay attention to them, he would wait until his anger subsided.

In this case, Uncle Long and others would be a little bit tragic.

Originally, as soon as they summoned Qingjue, Qingjue would move them into the bracelet, but now, Qingjue, who has been called for many times, just doesn't come out. Because of this, they have troubled Xueer, but they can't always find her.

Xue'er, can you help? What's more important is that every time they look for Xue'er, the dark master will stare at them eagerly and angrily. As time goes by, they will be embarrassed to bother Xue'er.

Not to mention, I finally went in and got a lot of food out, but in the next second, it all went into Cang's stomach.

Looking at Cang's chubby belly, Uncle Long really wanted to say, Senior Cang, is it possible that there is a black hole in your stomach? You are not afraid of filling it up after eating so much?

Of course, the weapon spirit will never survive! But they have been preparing for several days, but they have not achieved anything at all. This would make anyone else depressed to death!

Especially when they saw Cang eating until his belly was round and lying in the garden basking in the sun after eating, one can imagine how depressed Uncle Long and others felt.

Finally, everyone couldn't bear it anymore and decided to send someone to negotiate with Cang, and the representative they elected was Uncle Long.

Uncle Long was extremely reluctant. After finding Cang in the garden, he stood beside it without saying a word. He expected senior Cang to take the initiative to talk to him, but obviously, Cang Hongguoguo ignored him completely.

"Senior Cang?" Helpless, Uncle Long had no choice but to save himself.

"Hoo..." It's okay that he didn't say it. After he said it, a snoring sound came from Cang, which made Uncle Long feel confused. The people surrounding him in the distance also looked worried.

Uncle Long is not doing well! Why not just wake up Cang and negotiate!

When he received the looks and actions that everyone gave him frequently, Uncle Long became angry.

Damn it! One by one they would say, if you have the ability, come and do it!

In anger, Uncle Long went on strike and walked angrily to Dongfang Yue and others.

"Uncle Long, why are you back?" the Grand Elder of the Weapon Master Association couldn't help but ask.

"I'm on strike! Whoever of you can go as he pleases, I won't do it anymore!" Long Shuhuo yelled.

"No, Uncle Long, we all have high hopes for you, can you bear to let us down?" Jiang Ning also interjected.

"Be patient!" Uncle Long stared at Jiang Ning for a long time and said very honestly.

Jiang Ning was a little dumbfounded when he heard this. Uncle Long is like this, but you are not such a person!

However, Uncle Long couldn't hear what he was saying! He also made up his mind that he would never touch Senior Cang's reputation again, as he would simply ignore him!

After thinking about it, Uncle Long still suggested: "I suggest someone else go. Senior Cang ignored me at all, and he did so on purpose!"

"Uh! If you wake up Senior Cang, he will ignore you." Jiang Ning came up with an idea.

"Wake me up? Are you responsible for what happens if I wake up?" After hearing Jiang Ning's words, Uncle Long couldn't bear to ask. In fact, he knew very well that Senior Cang didn't sleep at all and was awake all the time, but just ignored him.

"..." I can't afford it!

Jiang Ning shook his head decisively. It wasn't that he was timid, it was just that he really couldn't handle that cat.

And of course his reaction received a big look from Uncle Long.

Everyone collectively sighed helplessly.

"What are you doing here?" Suddenly, a voice like the sound of nature came into their ears, and immediately everyone present became excited as if they had been shot.

A ready candidate!

Senior Bingpo, God will give you a great responsibility, please don’t let us down!

In an instant, everyone turned their radiant eyes to Bingpo. Suddenly, an ominous premonition enveloped Bingpo's body.

Without thinking, Bingpo turned around and left.

Damn! These people are so enthusiastic, they must be up to no good!

Bingpo, who had suffered so much in the past, did not say anything this time and threw himself into the trap. However, the monk could escape but could not escape the temple. Uncle Long and others followed him directly to his residence and blocked him and Bingqi together.

Room.

Looking at everyone in front of him with a vigilant expression, Bingpo asked calmly: "What do you want to do?"

"Senior Bingpo, I have something to ask of you." Uncle Long said with a smile.

"Don't beg me, I'm old and can't count on you anymore." Intuitively, Bingpo refused.

Hearing this, everyone present twitched at the corners of their mouths.

Damn it! The god said that he is old? Is that right?

For the God Lord, age and the like! Those are all clouds. Because the life of the God Lord is endless. As long as he does not encounter the Dark Lord, the powerful ones at the God Lord level will basically die. Of course, by other people

Group fights by deities do not count. But even if they are beaten by a group, it will take a lot of effort to kill a deity. After all, not everyone has the perverted flames of Xue'er.

But now, listen to what Bingpo said? And Bingqi in his arms choked up with tears in his eyes after hearing this: "Dad! You have to live until I grow up!"

"..."

Everyone was in a collective black line, and the wind was messy.

What's going on? Why does it seem like I heard the difference between life and death?

Looking at the world, there are not many people who can beat Bingpo! But what are these two father and son doing?

Senior Bingpo, what about your moral integrity?

Is it broken all over the floor for not helping?

"Please let my father go! He is old, let him enjoy his old age in peace!" While Uncle Long and others were in confusion, Bingqi continued to say.

No way! I really can't stand this father and son whose moral integrity has been reduced to rubbish. Especially when they saw Bingpo's expression of relief because of his son's thoughtful words, they couldn't help but shudder, and at the same time,

Gastric juices churning.

What did they miss? The dignified god is enjoying his old age in peace? Is Wu Lian dead? He just wants to enjoy his old age?

"Bingqi, senior Bingpo is still very young..." Uncle Long couldn't help but say.

"My father is already over a hundred thousand years old. There are so many zeros behind him that I can't even count them, so don't embarrass him. You can make the decision whether it's big or small. Don't let him worry about it!" With tears in his eyes, Bing said

Qi continued before Uncle Long finished speaking.

And after hearing this, Bing Po's face became more and more obvious with relief. Look, his son knows how to protect him! What a good son!

Bingpo touched his son's head lovingly, and Bingqi looked back at his father with admiration. This picture of a loving father and a filial son was so beautiful that Uncle Long and others felt sad and dared not look directly at it.

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Damn it! Isn’t it great to have a son?

Is it necessary to be so explicit?

Everyone was sad and angry, and then turned around and left one by one.

As soon as they left, the father and son looked at each other and smiled.

"Dad! You're safe!" Bingqi said with a bad smile.
To be continued...