"Daoist Luo, you sure can run, but you've chosen the wrong partner again and I've caught your tail."
Han Zheng looked at Daoist Luo with a mocking smile.
Daoist Luo sighed, "There's nothing I can do. When I heard this idiot say that you had come to Asking Sword Manor, I knew it couldn't be saved.
This guy is the most human-like one in the Mo family, but he still has the brain of a pig."
Mo Tianxing's face turned red and white.
Actually, he was somewhat wronged.
Growing up in the environment of the Mo family, plus being only in his early twenties, how could he outsmart the cunning and experienced Han Zheng?
Zhang Jiangbei sighed, "Young Master Mo, I didn't believe Mr. Han when he first doubted you, but who would have thought you actually colluded with the Black Mountain Demon.
Why did you have to do this? Asking Sword Manor was thriving so well, as long as Washing Sword Pavilion stood, you could have lived carefree and happy days. Why bother colluding with demons?"
