"Okay, let him kneel down and kowtow, then call yourself a son of a bitch three times, and I'll give you this face."

Why couldn't Su Mu see it?

This man named Feng Siming is not as good as those so-called Sons of God, but he must still have a very high status.

He should be the brother, deputy, and confidant of a certain son of God who helps deal with certain things.

The fact that he appears here tonight speaks volumes.

But it doesn't matter at all now.

I just want to play, and it won’t work if you don’t accept the move.

Feng Siming never expected that things would turn out like this.

Obviously, if Pei Mingqiu really kneels down, Tianhe Villa's reputation will be negligible, but this will definitely be a big blow to his eldest brother's reputation.

Among the eight divine sons of the Hall of Heroes, except for the two from the Qinglong clan, who among the other six is ​​not working hard towards the ultimate goal?

Feng Siming looked at Su Mu deeply, then turned his head and whispered something to Pei Mingqiu.

Pei Mingqiu's face became extremely gloomy and tangled, and finally nodded sharply, gritted his teeth and whispered:

"Sir, I bet, but Jiang Wangshu is not qualified to trade his life with me."

Feng Siming nodded, looked at Su Mu, and said slowly:

"Did you hear that?"

Su Mu chuckled:

"That's right, Lao Jiang's life is really not as valuable as a top sect young master, so I agree. If I win, I won't kill him. If I lose, you can take Lao Jiang's life as you please."

Jiang Wangshu...!

Listen to me, I really, really need to thank you.

You are really my good brother.

I know you, and I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes.

Don't you want to gamble?

This grandson gives too much, I can't stand the temptation.

In fact, Jiang Wangshu is not stupid. How could he not understand Su Mu?

This grandson never does anything he is unsure of.

But within three seconds of comforting himself, he became anxious again.

Su, you are so confident, go ahead yourself.
Chapter completed!