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866: Extorting money from aristocratic families (Part 2) [Please vote for me](2/2)

Unexpectedly, the figure of his confidant walked out of the shadows.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and yelled angrily.

"Didn't I tell you that no one is allowed in?"

When the confidant completely walked into the candlelight, the young man realized that something was wrong. The confidant's expression was stiff and his body muscles were tense. He was obviously being forced by others! He drew his sword and stood in front of the middle-aged man. A contemptuous joke sounded in the air: "Oh, still.

Very sharp."

The young man shouted: "Who?"

A blindfolded warrior with pigtails and exotic attire walked out of the darkness. At first glance, this warrior seemed to be in his mid-twenties, but the young man knew that the age of a brave warrior could not be judged by his appearance. The aura of the visitor was almost non-existent, and his pace

Silently, none of the brave warriors the young man has come into contact with can do it, this person is very strong!

The middle-aged man was frightened: "How did you get in?"

The door to the secret room is open.

The father and son could not hear any movement outside.

The blindfolded young man tilted his head: "Ah, you came in. Do you want to ask the people outside? They are not dead, but they won't wake up for a while. You father and son are very interesting. You stay up in the middle of the night and plot here.

what?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, his heart beat rapidly.

"Are you—sent from Shen Youli?"

"Please respectfully call Mama Shen Jun, her name is not something everyone can call." Who else could the blindfolded young man be if he wasn't Gong Xiqiu? He crossed his arms and leaned against the wooden pillar, and touched his arms. He took out a scroll and threw it directly in the man's face, "However, those who don't know are not guilty, so I'll forgive you this time. By the way, you haven't answered my question yet, what are you discussing so late at night?"

The middle-aged man untied the string with trembling fingers.

The letter was unfolded in his hand.

Two lines with bloody red characters burst into view - [The inner treasury was burned to beautiful ashes, and the bones of the prince were trampled on in the streets.]

The color of the father and son instantly faded.

Gong Xiqiu yawned: "I don't want to repeat the same question a third time. I'm also very busy. I walked out of a county, and Mama pulled me back to deal with the aftermath."

Alas, at this rate, when will he see his nephew?

After saying that, he unleashed the might of the sixteenth-level master for a moment. The middle-aged man vomited blood, and his son fainted and fell to the ground.

"me--"

Gong Xiqiu regained his power in an instant, but the suffocating feeling of the mountains still remained on his skin, and his clothes were wet with cold sweat. He was wet all over, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

The middle-aged man changed his mind with difficulty.

"We, father and son, are discussing... about donating money... Lord Shen will rule with mercy, and as his subjects, we should follow him!"

Gong Xiqiu smiled slightly: "Has it been discussed?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "We've discussed it!"

Gongxi Qiumo rubbed his chin: "When I came here, I did see a lot of boxes. You guys are quite generous. However, it's just this little. Doesn't it rank too high?"

The middle-aged man looked uglier when he smiled than when he cried.

"Those are just some of them..."

What box?

It was all nonsense made by the warrior in front of him, but he could only respond.

Gong Xiqiu said: "I see, then you father and son will continue to discuss, and I will rush to other houses to urge you."

Leave the secret room and jump to the roof.

He vaguely noticed something and turned to face that place.

Under the moonlight, there seemed to be a vine-like shadow lying on the roof and wall of the house, crawling darkly, twisting, and showing its teeth and claws. Gong Xiqiu touched his arm with goosebumps and avoided it.

|ω`)

My mother wants to stock up on salt, a hundred pounds of coarse salt... How long will it take to prepare it?
Chapter completed!
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