Taojiabao is not afraid of confronting the white-haired master head-on, but he is afraid that the opponent does not have the martial virtue to attack secretly from time to time.

The Tao family was in a state of panic.

"Ding--"

Just when Tao Xiaotian was thinking about hiring mercenaries, the cell phone in his arms started buzzing and vibrating.

He took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He wanted to hang up, but in the end he put it to his ear and answered.

As soon as he answered the call, he heard a cold voice calling over him: "Tao Xiaotian?"

Hearing that the other party was so rude, Tao Xiaotian wanted to punch the other party in the mouth.

But for some reason, his thoughts were not under his control. He frowned slightly and responded:

"Yes, I am Tao Xiaotian, who are you?"

Tao Xiaotian felt like he was being led away and shook his head vigorously to wake himself up.

The voice on the other end of the phone was still devoid of any human emotion:

"Tell me, who killed my disciple Ji Daqian?"

The tone was like the dark wind blowing slowly over the Naihe Bridge in Hell, carrying a chilling chill that made people shudder.

The pottery knife standing next to him couldn't help trembling, and he instinctively took a step back to avoid the uncomfortable smell.

Ji Daqian?

Master Ji?

Tao Xiaotian was instantly startled: "Ming Lao, are you out of seclusion?"

"Who killed Ji Da Qian?"
Chapter completed!