"Bring both of them."

"Fellow Taoists are still aware of current affairs. Some people have the nerve to call me cruel even though their hands are stained with blood.

Are there any good people in the world of cultivation?

Who has some strength, who didn't crawl out from the pile of dead people?

Why do you have to be so pretentious?" The person who calls himself Zuo Lan admires Jiang Hao somewhat.

Then he walked outside.

Jiang Hao sat quietly, waiting for the other party to arrive.

A few moments.

The door was pushed open, and a young man who called himself Zuo Lan came back, followed by two people.

Jiang Hao looked over.

They were two children with pale faces. The girl's eyes were red, fearful and filled with hatred.

Her clothes were made of coarse cloth, stained with long-dried blood.

There is a wide iron ring around his neck.

The boy next to her was much better than her. There was a touch of perseverance in his eyes, as if he understood that only by living could there be other possibilities.

He was barefoot and still had some dirt on his feet, as if he had just finished helping his family do farm work.

As for appearance, Jiang Hao didn't pay attention.

Two malnourished children have no appearance at all.

"How much?" Jiang Hao asked.

"One hundred and fifty for women, two hundred for men." Zuo Lan said with a smile on his face.

"We also add prohibition controls, do fellow Taoists need it?"

"No need." Jiang Hao shook his head.

boom!

At this time, there was a roar outside.

Jiang Hao turned to look out the window and saw a man with a late-stage Golden Core soaring into the sky.

The speed is surprisingly fast, and it seems that he has a magic weapon.

And three figures immediately chased after him.

They are all Jindan level experts.

"Is it them?" Jiang Hao recognized the three of them at a glance.

However, he had observed that the one who escaped was still a clone.

"There are always people making trouble." The man who called himself Zuo Lan shook his head and sighed, then looked at Jiang Hao:

"Will fellow Taoists cause trouble?"

Jiang Hao looked at the other party calmly, and then took out the sheath for half a month.

The moonlight appears.

Clang!

Passed by with one stroke.

The man who called himself Zuo Lan was beheaded by Jiang Hao.

In the eyes of the other party's disbelief, Jiang Hao slowly let Ban Yue back into her sheath and said coldly:

"Yes."

When people live, they must have some bottom line.
Chapter completed!