Everyone in the Demon Cult also looked at Ren Tianheng and waited for the answer.

At this time, the world is particularly magnificent.

On one side is a sea of ​​fire, on the other side is a mountain and water.

"Because of fighting against the master, [Hundred Ninjasing Steel] was successfully upgraded to a third-level skill, with a power increase of 30%, and a cooldown time shortened by 1 natural day!"

A pleasant system sound came into Yu Bufan's ears.

Ren Tianheng, you are still ruthless enough. This skill is okay because you have directly upgraded to two levels!

Yu Bufan was sweating on his back.

"Master, are you okay?" At this time, Western failed and hurried over and asked.

Ren Tianheng stroked his beard, looked at Yu Bufan, and smiled suddenly.

"Brother, thanks to your mercy, otherwise I will be destroyed by both souls!"

Yu Bufan's heart twitched.

This is a good thing. I have had a fight, but my seniority has increased. Is it from a kid to an old man?

Then Ren Shuihan burst into tears and smiled, put his arms around Ren Tianheng's shoulder and said, "Dad, thanks to the two of you who didn't come."

"No, we're all serious," Ren Tianheng said seriously, "but, my brother has a broader mind."

"As the junior sister enters my family, it is my relatives' flesh and blood. How can I hurt my uncle?" Yu Bufan smiled, but felt a whisper in his heart.

I'm so broad-minded, I don't deliberately mistreat. So many people in the Demon Sect can drown me with just one mouthful of spit.

"Okay, come here, I'll serve you with me. Today I'm going to be with Master Yu without getting drunk!" Ren Tianheng laughed, took Yu Bufan's hand and walked down the mountain.

At this time, Yu Bufan was a little puzzled. The main task had been completed. Why didn’t I give me a reward? Isn’t it a hooligan?

Half an hour later, the Wanjie Gate was decorated with lights and the smell of wine and meat spread for ten miles.

"Brother, I tell you that we two factions should have been the same, and we are all angry!" Master Ren's face turned red and his tongue was short.

Yu Bufan's little white face was also red, but he was not drunk at all.

Most of the wines in the Xia Empire were fermented wines, which were not distilled and had a very low degree.

Yu Bufan is in the workplace and is called "Dixin God of Baccarat". He almost plays a drink every day to base his foundation.

When it comes to drinking, even if ten Ren Tianheng tied them together, they would not be able to drink him.

The West failed, and walked to Yu Bufan with a glass of wine, with a charming smile on his face: "Senior Brother, I'll give you a glass!"

Yu Bufan covered his face with wine and said angrily: "Damn shemale, do you still dare to shout to me?"

The West failed with a shy look: "Hi, look at what you said, we won't know each other if we don't fight, and we won't know each other if we don't fight!"

Yu Bufan was full of passion and hugged the failed Liu Yao in the West: "Then let's accompany me not to be drunk and return!"

Yu Bufan has a strong sense of crisis. He could see that failure in the West may pose a threat to him. If he does not use this opportunity to intimidate him, his life will be in danger.

The minions were drinking happily. Seeing this, they were so timid that they were so scared that they fell to the ground with Jingcao.

"Senior Brother, you're so lucky!"

"Senior Brother, I didn't expect you to be such a person. I just want to say, bring me with me!"

The Western Failure's face turned redder, and he said shyly with stubbornness: "Come on, Senior Brother, I drank it today, I am yours!"

Yu Bufan was so scared that he was shocked. Sister, don’t interfere, I don’t want to fight with you for bayonets!

Ren Shuihan gave Yu Bufan a blank look: "Hmph, senior brother, you are having a lot of fun!"

Yu Bufan coughed lightly: "Junior sister, don't look at the appearance in everything."

"roll."

Everyone was drinking happily, and the ghost head knife suddenly ran in from outside the door, with a complicated expression, unable to tell whether they were angry or nervous.

Seeing this, Ren Shuihan quickly waved to him and asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"

"Report to the Holy Aunt, the bastard from the treasure club is here to collect the debt." Guitoudao said angrily.

Ren Shuihan immediately clenched his fists: "Bastard, he actually found the mountain gate of Wanjiemen. I really want to chop them up with one knife!"

Ren Shuihan's temper is like this, and he shouts and kills, and he will be the only one who says it, but Dimensional Treasure will be an exception.

Jubaohui is a large consortium spread throughout the Xia Empire, equivalent to the Rothschild family, Illuminati and other organizations on earth. Even the imperial court of the Xia Empire would not easily offend them.

The location of the Demon Sect and Wanjiemen Headquarters is the Yan Kingdom, the vassal state of the Xia Empire, and the Jubaohui here is also quite powerful.

Although the Demon Cult has a large number of people, it dares not fight against the state power.

The Yan King's attitude to large organizations such as the Demon Cult is that except under normal circumstances, he must not have conflicts with Jubao.

"Saint Aunt, do you want to tell the leader about this?" Guitou Dao asked tentatively.

"No!" Ren Shuihan said. She didn't want her father to get angry at this critical moment.

Moreover, with Ren Tianheng's violent temper, he might have broken the creditor in anger.

But at this moment, a loud sound like a big bell came into everyone's ears.

"Mao Buba from the Tianshui Town Branch of Jubaohui asked to meet Ren Dacai!"

Ren Tianheng's wine bowl was immediately settled in the air, and his eyebrows were twisted into pieces: "Isn't it really coming!"

The West failed and said quickly: "Master, don't get angry. I'll go have a good talk with Boss Mao."

Ren Tianheng nodded slightly.

The Demon Cult is known to be hundreds of thousands, but in fact, although less than 10,000 people eat food and wages, it is also a huge expense. In addition, the various business operations under the Demon Cult have been poorly managed over the years, so they have already been in debt.

Ordinary private consortiums do not have that much capital or courage. If they do business with the Demon Cult, only organizations like Jubaohui have this strength and courage.

However, the interest rate at Jubao Club is no lower than that at usury.

The Demon Cult borrows every year and cannot pay it back every year. The debts owed are like snowballs, getting bigger and bigger. People who say that Ren Tianheng can only avoid the treasure-gathering, especially the Mao Bulao who avoids the branch.

This man, as his name is, kills people with a soft knife without blood.

"Please come in!" Ren Tianheng said with a frown.

A dignified leader of the Demon Cult, you can't be criticized and dare not meet the creditor, right?

Soon, the door of the hall opened, and a middle-aged bald man in brocade and jade clothes walked in swaggeringly surrounded by everyone.

The bald head glanced at everyone with contempt, his eyes full of superiority.

When Yu Bufan saw this person, his eyes narrowed.

Damn, it's so cool. Those who don't know think you're McGregor!

"Junior sister, who is this person?" Yu Bufan asked.

"My creditor from Jubao Club is the most important thing for me." Ren Shuihan briefly introduced the other party.

This is someone who can be introduced without adding fuel to the fire, because it is so bad to not pull the hair.

Forced others to die just a daily operation, and forced debtors to sell their children and daughters to be just a basic fuck. This guy is so bad that he is so bad that he has a bad mouth.

Hearing this, Yu Bufan's mouth suddenly curled up.
Chapter completed!