"Head, deputy head, what should we do?" Zhao Bo asked with an ugly expression.
This is the first time he has done a task with the team after joining the Tianxia Mission.
But I didn't expect that I would receive such a task.
As an old mercenary, Zhao Bo has a full understanding of the situation and the degree of danger in various parts of the Nirvana Realm.
The Tomb of the Mausoleum King is definitely an area that they cannot set foot in.
The corner of Ye Qingluo's mouth curled up slightly, and he exchanged a glance with Long Yunzhan, reading the same thoughts from the other's eyes.
"Try it, if you don't try everything, how do you know it won't work?"
Ye Qingluo rolled up the scroll and stuffed it back into Zhao Bo's arms: "Try, there may not be hope, but if you don't try, there must be no hope. If it doesn't work, we will retreat."
Regardless of the danger, this task fell into the hands of Tianxiatuan. She should lead Tianxiatuan and go all out, instead of shaking her head and saying no before doing nothing, urging everyone to give up.
It's not her style.
It's not the style of Tianxiatuan either.
The young mercenaries responded in unison: "Yes!"
The existence of Ye Qingluo is their hope and their miracle.
Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, as long as Ye Qingluo nods, they will go forward without fear.
Because they know.
No matter how dangerous the front is, Ye Qingluo will walk with them.
And, we will do our best to keep them safe.
Zhao Bo and the others were slightly taken aback for a moment.
As if unexpectedly, Ye Qingluo would choose to go to the mausoleum of the King of Mausoleum.
It seemed that these teenagers, after hearing about the dangers of the Mausoleum's tomb, would agree so firmly with Ye Qingluo's words.
Afterwards, more than twenty old mercenaries grinned and laughed.
Isn't this... the feeling they are after
Ye Qingluo is really a woman full of hope.
…
The tomb of King Mausoleum is so dangerous that Ye Qingluo will not rush to go there.
What's more, she had to go back to give Ziling an injection at night.
Because of this, she asked everyone to go back to the old house first, and then asked Qiao Jin and Yan Xiaoyi to go to Taohua Sanqian and spend some coins to get all the information about the tomb of King Ling.
After all, it is a place where you can die if you move, so you have to be careful in everything.
A group of people returned to the old house in a mighty manner.
As soon as he walked in to inquire, he saw that Thief Saint was carefully wiping a golden bottle, with an extremely devout expression on his face.
"Grandpa Thief, what are you doing?" Limao blinked her nimble eyes, staring at Saint Thief very puzzled.
While speaking, the small body quickly jumped over.
Xiao Qiao's hand was already on Thief Saint's shoulder.
"boom-"
There was a loud noise, and the Thief Saint's hand trembled, and the gold bottle in his hand rolled to the ground, making a loud sound.
"My golden bottle—"
Thief Saint knelt on the ground with a plop, his hands trembling as he wanted to pick up the gold bottle, but...
But his hands kept shaking and he couldn't pick up the gold bottle.
Pirate Saint's wrinkled face was full of mourning.
It was as if the most cherished thing he had fell to the ground and shattered.
The glass cat was frightened by the appearance of the stolen saint.
It wasn't that she was very curious, but that Thief Saint's pious attitude towards the golden bottle really made people flustered.
The mercenaries around were also frightened.
Only Zhao Bo and the others, as if they were used to it, took the teapot and went to the back hall to make tea.
The corner of Ye Qingluo's mouth twitched, and he walked directly in front of Thief Saint.
Bending down, picked up the golden bottle.
Thief Saint's eyes were glued to Jin Pingzi's body, and he followed Ye Qingluo directly.
That look, it seems that his lifeblood has been taken away.