"good."

After hearing this, An Lan felt relieved.

After dinner, Tang Luo left.

He also wants to go to Mr. Wu, who has come out of seclusion.

While on the way, he received a call from Lin Yiming.

Lin Yiming didn't go to the concert last night.

He originally wanted to join in the fun, but there was something happening at the moment, and he didn't dare to disobey the orders given by the old man himself.

"Old Tang, I didn't go last night, did you do such a big deal?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Lin Yiming shouted.

"What a big deal, a small thing, not worth mentioning."

Tang Luo lit a cigarette and said lightly.

"When it comes to pretending, I will convince you. Really... how are you so handsome and pretending to be so good?"

Lin Yiming asked.

"Haha, born."

Tang Luo smiled.

"By the way, you called me just to praise me?"

"No, I regret it. I didn't join in the fun. Otherwise, my little brother Ma will come back and join you in the world and will definitely combine your swords to capture the rampant."

Lin Yiming said.

"You? Took it down. If you go, I will still protect you."

Tang Luo curled his lips.

“…”

Lin Yiming was speechless. Is he so useless?

"Say, what's the matter when calling?"

Tang Luo asked smoking a cigarette.

"There may be news about Blood Prison Pavilion."

Lin Yiming said in a deep voice.

"Um?"

Hearing Lin Yiming's words, a cold light flashed in Tang Luo's eyes. Is there finally news about the Blood Prison Pavilion?

“Where are they?”

"Dongjiao, but not completely sure, just doubt."

Lin Yiming said.

"Old Tang, if it's really them, there are a lot of people, so you have to be careful."

"Number of people? Haha, the number of people does not matter, strength is the most important."

Tang Luo sneered.

"In the ancient martial arts world, we have never won by numbers... As long as it is them, then leave our lives in the Central Sea!"
Chapter completed!