Lu Zhiyuan calmly said, "It's been more than twenty minutes."

"If it takes more than twenty minutes, Yin Jiaxu will probably have his body rotten?"

"According to the monarch's habit, it should be almost the same." Lu Zhiyuan waved his hand, and the puppet ran over. Lu Zhiyuan threw a piece of pastry on the ground and let the puppet lie on the ground and eat it.

"Isn't it good for us to sell Yin Jiaxu like this?"

Sun Zhulu sneered, "Yin Jiaxu has long been in the mood to surrender. And when I went to save my daughter today, Yin Jiaxu captured the son of the treasurer and took it back secretly. He thought I didn't see it.

Humph, I just want to threaten the ten men with the son of the treasurer to make the final struggle."

"This idiot, even though he knew that the Ten Guys would be the first to attack their Yin family, why did he still want to surrender?" Wan Lianshan asked.

Sun Zhulu sat down, suddenly raised her feet and stepped on the puppet's head, twisted her feet hard, and made the puppet's face press against the ground.

The light of the slut flashed in the puppet's eyes.

After Sun Zhulu let go of her feet, the devil immediately smiled flatteringly.

Sun Zhulu ate the pastry, "It's just to make two preparations. If he really wants to surrender with determination, he won't ask us for help as soon as possible! He just wants to have a little luck."

"Then when will we take action? Should we surround us or wait for the imperialist to come to the door?"

Sun Zhulu threw half of the pastry on the ground, stepped on it and let the puppet lie on the ground and eat it.

"Is the time here?"

Lu Zhiyuan touched the ring on his finger, glanced at the time and said with a smile.

"It's time to finish it! We're here now! Our people should have surrounded the people from the Ten Masters!"

Several people stood up with excitement.

Pang Zhishang glanced at the puppet, "Where is this thing?"

Lu Zhiyuan turned the ring and said, "Come here!"

The devil ran over immediately, "What are the instructions of the master?"

Lu Zhiyuan rubbed the puppet's head like a dog.

"Take it with you, it's also a combat power!"

Several people went out one after another.

"Send the order! All the staff will be dispatched! Encircle the Ten Masters!"

......

Wang Han threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

He glanced at the door.

From beginning to end.

Only the imperial masters have made a move at will, and it feels like they are making soy sauce.

"Old man, are we going to leave here and ambush around and wait for those people to surround us?"

"Need not."

"What are you doing now?"

The monarch carried his hands behind his back, "Waiting to be surrounded!"

Just finished speaking.

A laughter came.

"Direman! Finally, I waited for this day!"

Lu Zhiyuan and others came together.

Between them, there are two foreign faces, and the skin color and pupils are two blood clans.

In addition to these two blood clans, there are more than twenty powerful people who are controlled by them.

The monarch unscrew the lid and took a sip of water.

"That's just a few?"

Sun Zhulu sneered, "Imperial, I know you have the ability! But you are not invincible in the world! Two fists can't beat four hands! No matter how powerful you are, you...eight realms of transformation? Hahahaha... your imperial guy

Still so arrogant! People like you! They will only die of arrogance!"

The monarch carried his hands behind his back, "Who is the double fist? Who is the four-handed?"

Pang Zhishang was impatient, "Old Lu, what are you talking about to him? We have more than 20 realms of transformation! One person can drown him with one mouthful of spit! Take action directly!"

"Lao Jiu, take your wife out!"

Wang Han was stunned for a moment, "Old man! Stop making trouble!"

The emperor glanced at Wang Han.

Seeing this, Su Qi pulled Wang Han and walked outside.

Wang Han followed closely behind and after leaving the door, he blocked Su Qi.

Lu Zhiyuan touched the ring, "Is the imperial man going to sacrifice his precious apprentice couple?"

As he spoke, Lu Zhiyuan's hand wearing a ring raised high.

Wave your big hand forward!

Heavy murderous intent!

"kill!"

The controlled powerhouses in the realm behind them rushed out of the crowd!

But at this moment.

Su Qi suddenly covered his stomach and supported Wang Han.

Those crazy powerhouses in the realm of transformation also stopped at this moment!

The two blood tribes around them had pale faces even more pale. They shook their heads hard, and a feeling of palpitations arose, and they looked at Su Qi in horror.

Lu Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, touched the ring again, and waved forward!

"Do it!"

Those who are strong in the realm of transformation have stiff bodies and slow movements.

Just then!

A figure jumped out from behind Lu Zhiyuan.

The puppet reached the front as fast as possible and knelt on the ground.

"Meet my emperor!"

Those crazy powerful people in the realm of transformation also fell to the ground with the devil!

It's like a minister paying homage to the monarch!

Su Qi snorted in pain, and it was visible to the naked eye that a small and cute handprint appeared on her belly.

Just at this moment!

The two struggling blood tribes knelt on the ground!

Gasping heavily!

He looked excited!
Chapter completed!