Lu Xiaojia said: "I have nothing to do with him, but I have something to do with his son."

Du Ao sneered: ‘So you are here for him?’

Lu Xiaojia said: "No, so you invited me."

Du Ao said coldly again: "Why don't he come by himself? Are people who claim to be heroes afraid of death?"

Lu Xiaojia said: "Of course he can't come, because he is too ill to get out of bed, so I come on his behalf, and I will wait for you in Wanmatang for him."

Lu Xiaojia came quickly and walked suddenly.

The strong horse neighed, and Lu Xiaojia left.

Du Ao let out a long sigh, rubbed his head and said, "It seems that I have more and more troubles." He raised his glass and wanted to drink.

But the woman stopped him: ‘You can’t drink when you are injured.’

Du Ao smiled slightly, took her hand away, and said, "I want to drink."

If a person feels sad, he will naturally want to drink.

But Du Ao couldn't drink this glass of wine because there was a gloomy but huge sound outside.

"He doesn't have to drink alcohol, and dead people can't drink alcohol."

After the words came, a big man appeared at the door like an iron tower and walked in.

Du Ao's movements were stiff and he was still there, breathing a long sigh, and putting down his wine glass.

Du Ao had never seen this middle-aged man who looked about forty years, but from the woman's terrified and angry eyes, he could already tell who he was.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, the thunder and thunder of the four saints in martial arts is here.
Chapter completed!