The doctor didn't care about the escaped Black Tail. If you want to survive in this city, you must understand what you should not care about and cannot touch.

"Come to see your mother?"

The doctor ordered a servant to bandage the wound on his arm for the death line.

"I'm just here to see if the old witch is dead."

The expression on the face of Dead Line was very scary. The doctor took him through the corridor of the clinic and came to the outside of a ward. Dead Line wanted to take a look and leave.

But suddenly, I felt that some kind of emotion that had been sealed in my consciousness was activated.

He looked at the figure in the ward and couldn't stop crying.

"What's wrong with you?" The doctor frowned and looked at the man who was crying like a baby.

"I... don't... just... what's going on with this thing."

Death line kept shaking his head and denied it, but he kept wiping his tears. It was too embarrassing to cry loudly in front of outsiders.

But he just couldn't help it... The reason for crying on the death line was not sadness or pain, but touching and guilt.

The doctor looked at the sudden neurological deadline and took a step back slightly. What this city lacked the most was people with problems in their heads.

Deadline cried for more than two minutes. After he wiped away the tears on his cheeks, he felt an indescribable sense of comfort.

This feeling is like being soaked in the mud for a long time, but someone pulled him up and took a hot bath.

"Black Tail!" The dead line looked at the wound on his arm and instantly understood where his state came from.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the emotion and joy that gushed out of his heart, although his eyes were still red.

"Mr. Deadline!"

Several of the sewing helpers who were sent by him had already returned to the clinic. The dead thread turned his head and looked at his subordinates, and found that they were supporting each other and walking into the clinic.

Their cheeks and body were covered with bruises, and it seemed that someone had beaten up.

"Did that guy from Black Tail hired someone to protect it? Who is it? Are the group of gangsters of the Million Gang?" The dead line stared at his group of subordinates.

They were awkwardly silent for a while, and the last person whispered the truth.

"It was a cat who beat us like this."

"What?"

Because that person's voice was too small, the deadline had not been heard clearly for a while.

"Cat, Lord Deadline... The person from the murderer Bunie Crocodile Gang is an orange cat." The man repeated another sentence.

"You were beaten by a cat? You were beaten so hard that you couldn't even walk!"

The dead line burst into laughter in an instant, thinking that his subordinates were joking with him.

"It's true! That cat can use wooden sticks, and it's very powerful! I knocked me to the ground with a stick in the blink of an eye."

Another subordinate of the sewing gang explained, but this was a death-line laughter.

"You bunch of trash, don't make excuses! Let that guy go today and go! Let's go have a drink!"

The dead thread waved his hand and called his subordinates to leave the clinic. Everyone in the sewing gang looked at each other and could see the surprise in each other's eyes.

The second-in-comman of the sewing gang is notoriously irritable, and they thought they would be punished if they failed their missions.

But today, he was in a very good mood. After crying, he felt so good that he seemed to be bathed in the spring breeze. He had never relaxed so much in his life.

Everyone in the Sewing Gang didn't dare to say anything more and left the clinic with the dead thread.

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Black Tail returned to his alchemy room. The first thing it did was to find a backpack and start putting the valuable things in the room into the backpack.

"Is this your trading method?"

Qiao Xiu controlled the orange cat to jump back to the stone table, looking at the black tail who was rummaging around the cabinet.

"You don't understand! The guys in the sewing help are all stupid guys with brain problems." Hei Tail was still cursing inside his mouth. He held a flask in one hand and stuffed it into his backpack and said, "We can't communicate with them at all! But this block is their territory."

"So you plan to escape like this?" Qiao Xiu asked again.

"What else can I do? Will I kill me when they come to the door?"

The black-tailed backpack was already tidying up in the blink of an eye. It opened the curtains and looked at the streets outside. After finding that no one was following them on the street, it was ready to escape.

"Didn't that guy named Deadline use the original crystal stone?"

Qiao Xiu controlled the orange cat to block the way Black Tail was, and at the same time used his tail to close the door behind him.

"But that guy is too stupid and doesn't know where the fun of what you are doing!" Black Tail shouted at Qiao Xiu a little out of control.

"I have told him how to use the protocronite stone, but it was just a small hint." Qiao Xiu said.

Ten minutes ago, the control of the orange cat was on Qianmian's body. Qianmian monitored Kuroshi's every move in the clinic. Of course, she also saw the scene where the leader of the Sewing Gang used the original crystal stone.

Finally, Qianmian left a note on the leader with the words "Little Overlord is endless" written on it. Regardless of whether it is literate or not, the moment you see this note, the Little Overlord will be activated.

"So what? Do you think those guys will like you... Little Overlord?" Hei Tai wanted to open the room door and leave this ghost place, but the orange cat jumped onto its shoulders dexterously.

"I bet he will. You should know where the sewing gang gathers, or where that guy will be now, and the business must be negotiated."

Qiao Xiu's voice slowly rang in the dead-line's ears, with an undeniable meaning.

"Where do you want me to go to them to sell this?"

Black Tail held the original crystal stone in his hand and seemed a little out of control. Qiao Xiu's decision was equivalent to letting it die.

"Nonsense... all the money earned belongs to you, I only need the original crystal stone." Qiao Xiu offered a very generous condition.

"It's impossible for us to make money from the sewing helper! They will kill me immediately! Make you a pot of soup!" Heiwei said loudly.

"I can guarantee your safety, where will you come back alive?"

Qiao Xiu's words were also based on the premise that Xili beat the group of sewing helpers with the orange cat just now.

Few humans on this continent have mastered magic. Even if there is a magician, it is meaningless in front of the magic turret on the outside of this orange cat.

The magic of this orange cat's action is provided by the Tree of Worlds, so the combat ability of this orange cat is comparable to that of a powerful spellcaster.

"Damn it...don't!"
Chapter completed!