"My Son"

The old Tianlong man held a delicately decorated musket in his hand, and then rushed to the sky and earth and shouted at a staff member of the auction hall next to him who was bound in shackles, "Is he dead here?"

"Yes, yes Esho Saint!"

The unlucky auction house employee replied tremblingly.

A gunshot.

A corpse was thrown aside by the guards like a dead dog, but the anger on the face of the Saint Esho did not diminish.

Eshuo Sheng didn't say anything yet. Another Tianlong man beside him dragged out another auction staff member with his own hands and asked again:

"Where is my brother's body?"

He was a little stuttering, and he couldn't even wipe the saliva from the corners of his mouth. Even if he was angry, he couldn't show his anger, and it only seemed funny.

However, the auction staff member who was caught was scared to stutter even more than him:

"He's here, in me"

In the end, the auction staff collapsed completely in fear and said in tears:

"The body of Ediente Saint has been beaten away by that murderer!"

He was indeed beaten away

Tichi punched the fat human-shaped pig into blood mist, and the scattered raindrops covered a large area.

If I wanted to collect the body of the Edient Saint, his father and brother would probably need to scrape away half of the walls and floors of the auction house.

"Damn it, you all have to die!"

The sound of stuttering sounded again, and the guests and employees tied by the guards of the Tianlong people all lost their blood in the fear of death.

Even for the absurd reason of being in a bad mood, the nobles in the world can take human life at will.

Now that the son of Esho Saint is dead here, all of them present must be buried with him.

"Those guys!"

As a father, Esho Saint turned his tyrannical eyes to Galen and others who appeared in front of him, and asked again:

"Will they be there when my son died?"

His voice was so fierce that he almost unconcealed that he wanted to pour his anger on Garen and others.

"That's right!"

A guard who had escaped before did not dare to raise his head and kneel on the ground, but just replied tremblingly:

"And then, they were closest to Edith St.!"

The dereliction of duty guard seemed to be trying to catch some life-saving straw, pointed at Perona who was following Garen and said in a word:

"Before Lord Edient died, he was preparing to take the pink-haired female slave back to be his wife!"

"What?"

Esho Saint and his silly son immediately turned their murderous gaze on Perona.

The two murderous gazes softened in an instant.

Perona was so scared that her face turned pale, she had to hide behind Han Cook again, tremblingly, barely revealing two cute twin ponytails that trembled with her body.

The two enthusiastic gazes softened in an instant.

"Dad, dad"

The silly son pointed at Perona behind Hancook and stammered: "I want it."

"What do you want!"

Esho Saint slapped his silly son's head in anger:
Chapter completed!