Then on the third day, it was still the same.

"Could it be that the one who was killed by Cao Zhong was really his true form?"

"I don't know, I'm now interested in the Martial God clan."

"Perhaps they are hiding. Didn't you see that there are already more than fifty Taoist Realm figures waiting in this restaurant?"

"They are waiting, waiting for an answer."

Until the fourth day came, Wu Nyima and Sun Yikai, disguised, hid in the crowd and watched this scene.

Wu Nyima clenched her hands tightly: "Is this the last place my fans will eat?"

Sun Yi nodded and said, "That's right, but I think he might not be dead."

"Why?" Wu Nyima's eyes lit up and she asked quickly.

Sun Yi shook his head: "I don't know, it's just a feeling, but I can't put my finger on it."

"But he hasn't shown up for four days. Could there be an accident?" Vunima was a little worried.

Sun Yichuan didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

"No, I want to show up, I want to make these people scared, I want to avenge my fans!"

Wu Nima was furious and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Sun Yi with a beating.

"You idiot, you can feel it. In the darkness of this restaurant, there are no less than a dozen people from the ninth level of Dao Fruit Realm, more than twenty from the eighth level, and even fifteen from the seventh level. You might have noticed.

It’s lively, but most of them want to hunt and prepare the Martial God.”

"How many hours can you last up there like this? This is not how you want to practice?" Sun Yichui angrily rebuked.

Wu Nyima lowered her head feebly.

After waiting for a while, he raised his head, his eyes full of scarlet.
Chapter completed!