Chapter 72 Korean steward

Seven-star Xuanmo Volume 2 Alien Fairy Road

The middle-aged Taoist priest also showed a trace of unhaffluiness when he saw the situation, and then snorted coldly followed Mr. Xu, who was walking in front of him. He had the responsibility to send these people to the Falling Star Valley. Although he was a little cultivated, he would never dare to offend. After all, he was not the terrible consequence. A small gas-induced monk can afford it.

But at the thought of sending these people to the Falling Star Valley to get the reward of three spiritual stones, the middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't help but feel a little hot. He coveted the flame charm of Zhang's shop in the spiritual city for a long time. At the end of this mission, he went to buy this charm, so that his strength would be Absolutely greatly enhanced. At that time, I will be a rare master in the gas introduction period.

Thinking that he would be envied and looked up by a group of peers, the middle-aged Taoist priest grinned and was a little happy.

But no one paid more attention to his expression. At this time, everyone just stared at the slightly rickety old man in front of them, with dazzling brilliance in their eyes. Because they believe that this old man who doesn't seem to be very tall among the crowd is the savior who will save them from the sea of suffering in the future!

In this way, under the leadership of the old man and the middle-aged Taoist priest, the people finally stepped into the small valley called Falling Star Valley after half a cup of tea. Just as they entered the valley, the mining slaves who came and went just took a slight look at these people and then lowered their heads again to go to do their own things. It seemed not seem to be surprised. Surprised look.

Jiyang looked at the expressions of these people, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. These people seemed to be very purposefully active in this valley. Some of them gathered together and whispered, as if they were discussing something. Some went straight out of a cave and went straight into one of the few huge houses in the valley. I don't know what it is. There are several such bungalow-shaped houses in this valley, each of which is dozens of feet in size, in sharp contrast to those dense small caves.

The mining slaves who entered these houses were extremely targeted and only entered the few two or three, while the others were deserted. This surprised Jiyang.

And the last group of people were holding shovels, hammer-like tools and a huge abnormal sack walking out of the valley as if no one was around.

It seemed that Mr. Xu noticed Jiyang's doubt, and the old man laughed and said, "Child, don't be curious. These houses are used for recording tasks for us mine slaves, and there are also places where some people who dig good things in the mine use to exchange points.

"Points?" Jiyang looked at the old man doubtfully

"Ha ha, you will know then. Now we are going to visit an old friend." The old man's eyes looking at Jiyang were full of kindness and smile.

"Old friend." Jiyang is a little confused. Is it a mining slave friend he knew when he was a mining slave? Jiyang couldn't help thinking about it.

However, before he could think deeply, they came down to a huge house under the leadership of a middle-aged Taoist priest, which was one of the many unattended houses.

At this time, as soon as the middle-aged Taoist priest arrived here, there was a happy smile on his face, and he directly stretched out a pair of big hands and rudely knocked on the wooden door that was not very big: "Old Han! Open the door, this batch of mining slaves have arrived. Hurry up and pick up the goods. I have other things to do. I don't have time to linger with you," the middle-aged Taoist priest said and knocked on the wooden door again, which seemed to be very impatient.

"Come on!" In the knock on the door of the middle-aged Taoist priest, there was an extremely old sound in the room, accompanied by a rather violent cough. It seemed that the person's body was not very good.

Before the words fell, the small wooden door that was simply disproportionate with the huge house opened gently with a "squeak", and the middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't stop knocking on the door for a moment and almost hit the face of the doorkeeper.

At this moment, an old arm appeared in time between the two and stopped the hand that was about to hit the face of the door opener.

It was not until then that Jiyang noticed what the man who opened the door looked like. Although the man was full of black hair, his temples were extremely white. In addition, the man's face was wrinkled, like the deep gully. Obviously, he was also a weather-beaten old man. At this time, his face was a little pale. I'm afraid, it's very weird.

At this time, an imperceptible strange color flashed on the face of the old man Xu who stopped him, and then gently frowned and restrained. If Jiyang hadn't been staring at this person, I'm afraid he wouldn't have found this person's strange expression. Is this the friend that Mr. Xu said? Suddenly, there was a little enlightenment in Jiyang's heart. After all, the strange old man's expression is really too strange. In addition to surprise, there is a trace of excitement.

When the middle-aged Taoist priest saw that the old man who had never given him a good look along the way blocked his hand so boldly, his face suddenly turned into anger.

"Old man, how dare you stop me!" The fierce face of the middle-aged Taoist priest flashed, and then he was about to raise his hand to hit Mr. Xu's face.

Seeing this, Jiyang's face suddenly changed slightly, and there was a trace of murderous intent on his face. This guy was so rude that he wanted to take action against Mr. Xu. If this person really dared to do it, he would never make him feel better. Even if he offended some people, he would not hesitate to. Although they and Xu Lao others have known each other for a short time, their concern for themselves is real, which makes Jiyang have no reason to sit back and watch Xu Lao being beaten and indifferent.

While Jiyang changed color, those five and three thick strong men also became a little cold, and the Wu Kuanghu directly rolled up his sleeves. Jiyang fully believed that as long as the middle-aged Taoist priest dared to do it, he would definitely take his head down without hesitation.

"Ha ha, why does Zhao Xianshi have to be so angry like a mining slave and forgive him this time for my face, otherwise the fairy master will make it a little difficult for me to be an old bone." At this time, the strange-shaped old man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the raised right hand of the middle-aged Taoist priest with a smile on his face.

"Huh!" The middle-aged Taoist priest's face also changed slightly. After looking at the old man with a complicated expression, he suddenly grinned: "Since steward Han said so, I will sell you this face. Let's forget it this time. If there is another time, I will definitely not forgive." The middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes were a little ugly, as if to This old guy looks very afraid.

"Ha ha, in this case, Han will thank Zhao Xianshi. Now Zhao Xianshi has brought people, so let me deal with it. This is the task token. Zhao Xianshi took it. The old man seemed to be very happy with the retreat of the middle-aged Taoist priest. After laughing, he threw a dark iron token to the middle-aged Taoist priest.

And the middle-aged Taoist priest taking over the token was also informational and looked like he was very concerned about it.

"Hey, since everyone has been handed over to stewor Han, I won't stay and say goodbye!" The middle-aged Taoist priest quickly took the token in his arms, and then said goodbye to the Korean stewor with a happy face.

"Ha ha, since Zhao Xianshi is in a hurry, I won't leave you." The old man surnamed Han also arched his hand with a smile.

"Farewell!" The middle-aged Taoist priest also arched his hand, and then stared at Mr. Xu fiercely and turned around without hesitation, as if he didn't want to stay here for a second.

And it was not until the middle-aged Taoist priest gradually faded away that the stewul Han looked at the crowd coldly and then said very coldly, "Now you are under the control of me. Come in with me." With that, the old man turned around and walked into the huge house, leaving only a group of big men outside to look at each other and hesitate for a moment.

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