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Chapter 860 I'm sorry for my ancestors if I don't give birth to a hundred(2/2)

Du Ziteng's energy-raising skills even surpassed Mo Zongheng's.

Of course, he comes from a wealthy family, and no matter how outstanding he is, he is definitely not as good as Mo Zongheng.

Mo Zongheng has a domineering attitude that makes people worship him.

Du Ziteng, on the other hand, is a terrifying evil spirit.

Seeing that Du Ziteng was still trying to calm down, Su Mu smiled scornfully:

"Don't be so nervous. If the Blood Society chooses you, last time, it wouldn't be the two useless snacks Du Kairong and Du Kai'an who came to trouble me. Obviously, the Blood Society needs trash as a sign, not

A capable and ambitious puppet."

"so……!"

"Actually, it's not that I won't live long, but...if I don't kill you, you won't live long. Am I right?"

Du Ziteng's face finally became extremely ugly.

Was Su Mu wrong?

No.

The reason why he wants to take over Ye Wanqiu's share is actually to find a way out for himself.

In the magical city, he has no way out.

Even if he lies down completely, kneels down to beg for mercy, and gives up everything.

His grandfather and father would not touch him.

But his useless idiot brothers will definitely kill him.

And do whatever it takes.

Su Mu dropped another bomb:
Chapter completed!
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