"I knew things in Nandu were not that simple."

Lu Fan sat in the car window, looking faintly at the figures that were surging from the darkness, grass, attic, and ponds everywhere.

"It's fine if Chen Wufeng's Jiangnan Martial Alliance is not a match for the Dragon God Temple, why can't even deal with these thieves in the Ancestral Dragon Temple in Nandu?"

"Just thirteen dragons, even if you add a hell sea dragon and those disciples, it can be considered as a medium-sized ancient martial arts family."

"The Jiangnan Martial Alliance is more than enough to deal with them, why can't even the Ancestral Dragon Palace be their opponent?"

"Unless, in Nandu, some shameful traitors appear..."

"Smack it!"

Applause rang out.

Ten people walked out of the gate of a loft, and the leader was a blond man with a strong body and strong temples. However, when he walked, he gave people a sense of elegance. Lu Fan glanced at him and knew that the other party was not as strong as the Grand Master, but was a powerful man with great strength.

Following him were eight foreigners of different skin colors, only one of them was a Chinese, that is, Qiao Mu, who had just left the car quickly and returned!

"The dragon-slaying boy eventually became an evil dragon."

Lu Fan took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth. He took a deep breath. As the smoke filled him, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Qiaomu standing in the crowd: "What are you looking for?"

"What's the picture?"

Qiao Mu stepped forward and took a step. The dullness and indifference that had been hanging on his face for thousands of years, and the dullness that had almost become his synonym were gone.

Instead, it is a kind of frivolity, hideousness, gloating, and arrogant!

"I followed Gu Lao for twenty-three years, and started fighting from my teenage years to middle age."

"I can say that I have made countless contributions to the Zulong Palace and China!"

"The invasion of foreign land that died at my hands was not ten thousand, but eight thousand!"

Qiao Mu's emotions suddenly became very excited: "But what did I get? What did I have? Rights, money, women, career... I have nothing! I don't even have the qualification to have a normal name!"

"Can't you have a real name?"

Lu Fan was stunned when he heard this: "You are not called Qiaomu?"

"arbor?"

"Pooh!"

Qiaomu spitted on the ground in great anger and cursed fiercely: "This is not my real name at all. My real name is Chen Guangliang! Not a fucking Qiaomu!"

"It's all this damn old thing. I have to say my original name, without any characteristics. I have given me some shit, and I'm not stupid. I'm still tired of talking about the soldiers. I hope I can see the war stop on me and the trees in the north are facing the wind."

"Fuck you, Baimu Yingchun, there is no war, what do we eat and drink? Once the Zulong Palace has no meaning, what is the old guy still has to point fingers in front of me and ask me to go out and work hard for him?!"

After hearing this, Lu Fan actually wanted to say that Qiao Mu was much better than Chen Guangliang, but he smoked a cigarette and did not speak.

Qiao Mu was obviously more excited when he said this: "And, I've had enough of this kind of life long ago!"

"Why should I let my blood be sacrificed in front of you, let you waste food, drink and drink, live in luxury houses, drive luxury cars, and play with women?!"

"I'm not convinced!"

"If you join the Ancestral Dragon Palace, your life will be like this, so I might as well turn it back! Fight that old bastard to death first, and then kill all of you waste and garbage!"

"I have everything you have, and I have to have what you don't have, so do I have it!"

"This is fair, and it's not in vain that I'm ahead. I risk my life to kill the enemy to give you garbage and waste. When I come back, I don't even have the most basic woman..."

Qiao Mu seemed to be roaring at Lu Fan, but in fact he was venting his dissatisfaction that had been suppressed in his heart for decades.

"And the Dragon Temple can satisfy everything I have..."

Qiao Mu seemed to say enough. After all, the old man who had fought in the Zulong Palace for decades, his emotions quickly subsided and gradually returned to the man who seemed a little dull but had a hidden evil light in his eyes.

Lu Fan nodded after hearing this: "I always thought that ancient times only chose to keep you by my side because he likes you to be honest and down-to-earth, and can be used with great value."
Chapter completed!