The Lord can ignore the life and death of our subordinates, but Elder Long has to take care of it. After all, there are more than 300 people living in this underground palace. Once someone from the outside invades, it will not be a joke... "
This person was one of the three people who had been taken hostage by Di Fuyi.
Others also said: "Yes, yes, it is convenient for you to go out. There will be an investigation when you come back. Maybe everyone will be implicated by you and locked up in the dark room for a few more days..."
"Don't let the Lord be too long, the Lord may be short. Maybe the Lord doesn't take this place to heart at all. Most of the people here are Elder Long's people. You should still listen to Elder Long."
“…”
Everyone was quarreling and fighting, and the ping-ping-pong-pong was not an ordinary lively one.
Long Fan's expression changed and he immediately jumped out: "Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Then he saluted to a place not far away: "Honored Lord!"
After a pillar, Mo Zhao appeared, and two big shots appeared. The people who were fighting naturally stopped.
Mo Zhao half-smiled and said, "It turns out that my order is not as good as Elder Long's order. Here." Although he was smiling, the smile did not reach his eyes.
Long Fan: "..."
How dare he say anything else at this time? While apologizing to Mo Zhao and letting people go, he violently dealt with those who said that the Lord was inferior to Elder Long, beating them with eighty sticks each...
Mo Zhao was dressed in black robes like a messenger in the dark night. He always looked at him with a smile without saying a word.
After Long Fan finished dealing with them, he glanced at the people who spoke rudely: "Elder Long is really kind-hearted. It seems that even if they turn against me, Elder Long would not be willing to deal with them."
This was obviously because he was dissatisfied with Long Fan's treatment. Long Fan had no choice but to execute all those people as a warning to others.
Mo Zhao smiled softly and patted Long Fan on the shoulder with a commendation: "Long Fan, I know that you are the most loyal."
He took another look at the people who were about to be executed, and added lightly: "Dare to talk about the rights and wrongs of the Lord and the elders, which is suspected of sowing discord. For such people with ulterior motives, execution is too cheap-"
The sleeves were waved out, and colorful rays of light flashed out, completely covering the people who had been tied up. Several screams were heard in the light, and a few faint shadows flew out wrapped in blood mist.
Those shadows were the souls of those people, and Mo Zhao shook his sleeves again and let out another ear-piercing scream before dissipating.
This hand obviously shocked everyone present, and everyone couldn't help but take a step back.
Mo Zhao turned around and glanced at the pale Long Fan: "Elder Long, do you have any objection to my handling of this
Naturally, Long Fan couldn't have any objections. He could only say that the matter was handled well and fairly.
Mo Zhao swept the crowd away: "Have you figured out who your master is?"
"Lord!"
"Of course it's the Lord!" Countless people responded.
Mo Zhao was then satisfied and turned around.
Long Fan looked at his back with a chill in his heart.
He originally wanted to ask Mo Zhao what those people were going to send, but he couldn't ask him now.
The master of high power and shock, he is now the master of high power and shock.
And Mo Zhao had stayed in the bloody palace for so many years. Mo Zhao knew what Emperor Xuan had done to his heroes, and he learned it and used it on him.
Now Mo Zhao still needs him, so naturally he won't really do anything to him...
(End of chapter)