sweat……

Mo Xiong was speechless, with a look of contempt on his face.

Are you a doctor?

Do you want to save people?

Don't slander yourself so much, okay? You are just a demon king. You kill people like crazy. Count how many people have you killed?

Tang Xiaobao didn't say anything and went out directly.

Mo Xiong had no choice but to follow him.

The third small door appears, with the name Shenbing Pavilion written on it.

Tang Xiaobao didn't have many ideas this time. The front was empty, and there shouldn't be anything left behind.

Besides, he has several divine weapons, and he has the aura of chaos. He is strong enough in his own right, and he is not too cold to the magical weapons.

Indeed, it was empty inside.

However, even though he was mentally prepared, Tang Xiaobao couldn't help but curse.

It's too much.

Not a bit remained.

Next, the two of them went to the Magic Treasure Pavilion, the Kung Fu Pavilion...

It's all empty.

Cleaner than their faces.

It can be seen that the people who took these things were really ruthless and greedy, leaving nothing behind for those who came after them.

Finally, we came to the end of the passage.

There is no way out.

"It seems that we are indeed late, hey."

Mo Xiong looked disappointed.

Tang Xiaobao gritted his teeth: "This bitch, if I knew who took these things, I would have to skin him, drink his blood, and eat his flesh. It's so hateful!"

Mo Xiong on the side shuddered.
Chapter completed!