"Everyone knows that those who come to my Demon Cloud Ghost City will die but not live, no matter whether they are passers-by, or whatever, but you..." The Ghost Lord raised his tone and looked at Han Sanqian and sneered: "It's an exception."

"I want you to live, but I also want you to live better than anyone else."

"In the Demon Cloud Ghost City, I am the highest, and you are the one below you and above ten thousand people. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Han Sanqian frowned: "Below one person, above ten thousand people?"

"You are the leader of tens of thousands of people in the Demon Cloud Ghost City. Of course, you can't take out all the treasures in this city and use them all. At the same time, not only are these eleven beauties given to you, but this brilliant palace also includes."

"I have given you a name, so I call him the Temple of War God. What do you think?"

Han Sanqian smiled slightly, and he was really thoughtful, even thinking about the name of the palace for himself.

"And, what about the beauty in this city? You will catch it when you see it, and you will play when you catch it."

"The conditions are indeed good." Han Sanqian smiled and nodded.

"After me, I will naturally enjoy wealth and wealth. I will never hide it from you. From your every move after entering the city, I will clearly know that you are very brave and dare to hurt my subordinates. If it were an ordinary person, I would have been undone."

"However, it is easy to find a king, but it is difficult to find a good general. I like your actions very much. Therefore, I believe that if you come to help me, I will be like a tiger."

Han Sanqian nodded again. Now that he finally understood why this guy didn't help Gu Hai vent his anger, he took Gu Hai's life instead.

It turns out that I need to be a thug for him by myself.

Something interesting.

"Come on, drink this cup. From today on, you and I will be my brother. I am the king of the Demon Cloud Ghost City. Of course, you are the deputy king of the Demon Cloud Ghost, the general who will unify the world."

After the words came, the Ghost Lord raised his glass with great excitement and was about to toast Han Sanqian.

Hongluan also put Han Sanqian's wine glass in front of Han Sanqian's left hand very sensible. Unfortunately, Han Sanqian raised his hand, but not raising his left hand to take the cup, but gently blocked the Ghost Zun's wine glass with his right hand.

"Brother, what does this mean?" Seeing Han Sanqian blocking him, the Ghost Lord was a little confused, but his face began to be a little wrong.

Because it was obvious that he had probably guessed what Han Sanqian meant.

"Didn't I say that? I won't receive any reward without merit." Han Sanqian smiled softly: "I passed by the Red Clay City, and just because I wanted to rush to the Burning Bone City as soon as possible, I didn't plan to stay here."

"So when the Ghost Lord makes friends, they can naturally make friends, but they won't stay here."

After Han Sanqian finished speaking, he stood up and bowed, and prepared to get up and leave.

"The surname is Han." Behind him, Hongluan suddenly shouted coldly: "My Lord asks you to be a general, that is worthy of you. Do you know how many people have arrived in this Demon Cloud Ghost City? Not to mention asking for a single official position, even if they want to survive, is that a fool?"

"Your Lord treats you like this, but you still dare not appreciate it?"

When Han Sanqian heard this, he stopped slightly, but was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled: "Do you don't want to make plans for each other."

"Bastard." Hongluan was furious.

Just as he was about to take action, Han Sanqian suddenly turned around and suddenly looked at Hongluan.

Just a moment, the Hongluan was so scared that she didn't dare to move on the spot.

Yes, Han Sanqian did not make any moves, but just his indifferent eyes contained an almost suffocating murderous aura.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Han Sanqian withdrew his gaze, turned around and wanted to leave again.

"Friend!" At this moment, the Ghost Lord, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke softly.

Han Sanqian stopped again, waiting for his words.

"In my city, there have always been only two types of people, either enemies or their own people. If you don't cooperate with me, then... you are not just an enemy." When he said this, his tone was very light, but his murderous aura was not lighter than Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian smiled softly: "It's still an enemy who kills your enemies, right?"

"You know, so, friends, wealth, or hell, you'd better think about it before making a choice."

Han Sanqian smiled: "In my hometown, there is a popular saying, do you know what it is?"

"Speaking."
Chapter completed!