Feng Xiaoshui looked at his phone blankly. After a while, he immediately opened the call record and dialed to the number he had just dialed in.

However, no matter how he called back, the phone could not be connected!

After typing it for more than ten times, it was useless.

Feng Xiaoshui leaned against the wall and hung his phone down weakly.

"Mr. Feng! It's time to go back."

A figure appeared quietly beside Feng Xiaoshui and said respectfully.

"I thought the trip to Jiangcheng would be very smooth, but I didn't expect it to be a complete failure... I was not afraid of going back to receive punishment, but I just felt that my Feng family's face was thrown away by me. When I returned to the dead domain, what kind of face should I have to meet the tribe members?" Feng Xiaoshui said hoarsely, and his whole body seemed particularly decadent.

"Young Master, please come back soon."

Others ignored Feng Xiaoshui's depressedness and said directly.

Feng Xiaoshui said nothing. Suddenly, a killing intention flashed deep in his pupils and whispered: "You have to have an explanation before you can go back! Otherwise, just leave like this, how can you keep the face of the dead domain?"

Other people's eyes were slightly condensed and they said hoarsely: "Mr. Feng, what do you mean..."

"Before leaving, bring a gift back!" Feng Xiaoshui said coldly.

Others nodded silently and immediately clasped their fists: "I'll go and prepare now."

After saying that, the man turned around and left.

"The surname is Lin, you forced me!"

Feng Xiaoshui drank coldly, and stood up straight and walked outward.

Because an agreement has been signed before.

Therefore, after the duel, Ma Hai took people directly to Leili Company and signed the transfer contract.

Lin Yang was put down.

He sorted out his clothes, turned his head and asked, "Where is Feng Xiaoshui, Resurrection Strange Hand?"

The strange Fusheng's hands trembled all over. He looked around and found that Feng Xiaoshui and the people in the Deadland had left, leaving only him alone.

"Mr. Feng and the others..." Fusheng's strange hand was mixed with emotions.

"It seems that Feng Xiaoshui is leaving when I am not paying attention!"

Lin Yang shook his head: "I didn't expect that the people in the Dead Domain are so untrustworthy, but I don't know what you plan to do? Are you ready to break your promise?"

"Nonsense! My Resurrection monster hand is spreading all over the world for so many years, and I have always believed it! How can I break my word? Who do you think I am?" Resurrection monster hand was anxious and shouted immediately.

"Since that's the case, then you hurry up! Everyone is waiting." Xu Tian urged.

"I...I..." Fusheng's strange hand opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Looking at the crowds around that had not yet dispersed, there were at least thousands.

Kneel and kowtow to a junior in front of so many people? Isn’t that shameful to death?

If he really does this, what will he have to return to the dead domain?

Or...he has no shame to go back now.

This time, the so-called dignity has been completely shattered.

At this moment, Lin Yang spoke.

"There is no need to kneel. You represent the Deadland. Feng Xiaoshui is so lucky. It doesn't make sense for you to kneel down again. This matter will spread throughout the Dragon Kingdom. People in the Deadland do not talk about faith and everyone knows that you are already embarrassing enough. I don't want to make things difficult for you, so you go."

The strange hand of Fusheng looked at Lin Yang in shock: "You...will you just let me go?"

"You no longer threaten me. I wouldn't have killed you in front of so many people, right? Go back!"

After saying that, Lin Yang left the gymnasium directly.

The strange hand of Fusheng stared at Lin Yang in a daze, opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
Chapter completed!