C160 You're Scared out of Your Wits?
C160 You're Scared out of Your Wits?
"He never jokes."
Hearing Huangyan's words, the black cloaked man was surprised for a moment, "You're scared?"
I … I won't take the lives of so many of my brothers to die with me. Your promise, is to get rid of Kaiser, and I will help you guys to get rid of him. The situation is completely different now, and I won't be breaking my promise.
With that, Huangyan waved his sleeves and left, no longer bothering with the black robed man.
Seeing this, the black cloaked man secretly cursed Huangyan for being cowardly. However, there was nothing he could do. They had been hiding for too long and many powers had already disobeyed them. They could only bear with it now.
It was because the top combat strength was useless and could not command the West. Moreover, it was not as if they had no enemies. If those people reacted and acted like madmen, they might lose a lot of strength.
Thinking of this, he walked away and reported the situation to the higher-ups.
At the same time, in a mountain deep in the China, a young daoist walked on top of a tree. When he arrived at a pavilion, he steadied his body and respectfully said to a white-robed elderly man in the pavilion, "Ancestor, an urgent letter from the west!"
"Oh?"
The white-haired old man withdrew his hand and continued to say to the little Daoist, "Tell me about it!"
"The Western Demon Castle has been destroyed, and Kaiser has been badly injured." Western Demon Castle has been destroyed, and Kaiser has been seriously injured.
After the little Daoist said this, the white-haired old man asked, "What movements of the other two Great Saint Kings?"
"Saint King's Palace did not participate in the battle, but in the morning, the people who gathered the Demon Castle did not make any movements in the Sacred Courtyard!"
After hearing that, the white-haired old man's eyes narrowed. "What are the reactions of the eight ancient clans?"
"This news hasn't arrived yet. Grand Master, do you want to call the other five elders over?"
The white haired old man shook his head: "The situation is still balanced, the eight ancient clans are not moving, the three eyes are not completely exposed, the other huge beasts are not moving, we are not moving either, let your little ancestor go to the South City to find a kid called Di Tianjun, and have him come to see me, this brat has pretended for so long, and thinks that no one knows, but in reality he has already been investigated thoroughly and cannot be allowed to continue, he is very important in the following game!"
Hearing that, the little cultivator said, "But once he comes to the mountain, the Gu clan will definitely pay attention to him. Didn't you say a while ago that this kid still needs to hide?" Furthermore, he does not seem to be someone to be trifled with. After all, he is the Dragon Emperor.
Hearing this, the white-haired old man smiled and said, "Little guy, you've grown up. Inform that useless junior brother of mine that I want to meet his disciple. He should agree."
"Alright, I'll go by myself."
"Let's go down the mountain together with you, Little Martial Uncle. Oh yeah, if there's a chance, let Little Yu give Di Tianjun a good beating."
After the white-haired old man finished speaking, the little Daoist was stunned.
"Grand Master, that's not good. The grudge between you and Old Warlord has not been resolved. To hit his disciple, you're not afraid. Your relationship with him is even more rigid!"
He clearly asked me a lot of things, and it's clear that he has come to ask me about them. He has to check for himself like a fool, and if he's stupid, and someone else thinks he's Warlord, in my eyes, he's still the same little brat that asked me for sweets, just say it! "
Seeing the white-haired old man acting like a child, the little Daoist pouted and said: "I don't dare!"
"You have no future, scram!"
After the white-haired old man finished speaking, the little Daoist turned around and ran, as if he was afraid the white-haired old man would go back on his word.
After the little cultivator left, the white-haired old man stood there with his hands behind his back and said, "Third brother, what do you think of this matter?"
At this time, on a tree beside us, a sloppy-looking old man holding a wine jug said, "What do you mean by looking at it? The worm of a hundred feet isn't stiff at all, and that year we crippled three of them and made the other guys feel better, but we were also severely injured, and even though you and that group of Western people are at odds, it's time to contact them, this balance must be maintained. Once it is broken, the consequences are unimaginable, we cannot place the treasure on second senior brother's precious disciple alone."
Hearing this, the white-haired old man said lightly: "Then go and take a look at that worthless thing!"
"If you miss him, you'll miss him. Your temper will last for the rest of your life!"
"I told you to protect Xiao Yu!"
After the white-haired old man finished speaking, the slovenly old man smiled, but didn't refute him. He swung the wine jug, stepped on the tree, and quickly descended the mountain …
South City, inside the hospital.
Di Tianjun looked at Alice, who was sleeping soundly, with a worried expression. At this moment, he was also waiting for news. After a full ten minutes, his phone vibrated. Only after reading the text did his expression relax a little.
After he read it, his face became serious. He glanced at Alice, then turned around and called Old Warlord. Just as he was about to speak, Old Warlord said, "I know what you're going to say. Don't worry, someone will come look for you."