Chapter 1418 Quirks

It's weird that things like luck cannot be detected...

Haoyun, the son of the pavilion master of Haotian Pavilion, thought so in his heart, the corners of his mouth rose silently, and the coquettish color on his face became more and more...

Immediately, he glanced at the protector Beilin standing aside...

This is the strength guarantee of his separatist side!

As the son of the pavilion master, even if it is only a collateral line, it is enough to have a guardian!

"Young Master Yun, everything has been handled properly..."

"The entire plane has been purged..."

"Even if there are some fish that slip through the net, they will not be able to turn the tide..."

"Those captured human races were transported out by warships, waiting for their fate to be slaves for life! Old and dead on the mines..."

"However, Young Master Meteor, if you want to mine the Divine Crystal Mine and Star Crystal Mine, you will still need mine slaves. Now that you have sold all the mine slaves, what to do with the mines here?"

Haotian Pavilion Protector Bei Lin, who was wearing a gray long-distance runner, showed a surprised look on his face, and then asked respectfully.

"Ha ha……"

"We can go buy another batch of miners!"

"Shenjing Mine is fine. Star Crystal Mine belongs to high-level ore veins, and the human race of this plane has no ability to mine..."

"At least...at least mine slaves in the real king realm can enter it to mine star crystal ore..."

"Don't worry about this, just wait, it can't be too bright..."

"These mines, I must hold them in my hands!"

"If the rumors are leaked, and my brothers know about it, they will still be able to get on my head,"

Hao Yun, the son of the pavilion master of Haotian Pavilion, said, his eyes became more and more silent.

"Young Master Yun is wise!"

Protector Beilin in a gray robe gave a flat compliment.

"Young Master Yun, there won't be any accidents with the things you handed me over..."

Beilin Protector spoke, then he held his head high, full of confidence.

"Report...report... There was a problem with the team led by Deacon Sean, and hundreds of thousands of practitioners were beheaded!"

At this moment, a messenger rushed over from the door and reported the information.

The face of the protector of Beilin wearing a gray robe changed...

Isn't this a slap in the face?

Just now I said that there would be no accidents, I made a promise, and I patted my chest, and that's it now? That's it?

This is clearly playing him, okay? The point is... is there something special about playing like this? Does this mean playing chicken feathers?

"waste!"

"What about Sean?"

"What about the others?"

"A bunch of trash!"

"What the hell happened!"

"Let Sean come back and die!"

Protector Beilin walked over with a gloomy face, stretched out his hand to grab the messenger's neck, and lifted him directly from the ground.

Looking at the face of the messenger that was gradually turning hideous due to suffocation, Bei Lin took a deep breath, and there was an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Everyone has their own special hobbies.

The special hobby of this protector of the North Forest is that he likes to humiliate others... Seeing the expressions of other people who can't survive and can't die, he will look very excited.

"Lord Protector Protector Dharma Protector, Sean...Deacon Sean...has been beheaded!"

The messenger twitched his lips, his eyes were staring, and his body was twitching rapidly when he spoke...

He thought he would survive until he finished speaking, but what awaited him... was a deeper pain.

"Lord Protector... No... Don't... I... I... I..."

click...

Bei Lin silently broke the neck of this messenger, and then he was like throwing away a dead dog, looking particularly disgusted.