The Lord can ignore the lives and death of our subordinates. Elder Long has to take care of it. After all, there are more than 300 people living in this underground palace. Once they are attacked by people outside, it is not fun..."

This man was one of the three people who were once captured by Di Fuyi as hostage.

Others also said: "Yes, yes, it's convenient for you to go out. When you come back, you will have another investigation. Maybe everyone will be implicated by you and locked in the dark room for a few more days..."

"Don't be the one who respects the Lord and the Lord, the Lord may not take this place seriously at all. Most of the people here are Elder Long's people, so you should still listen to Elder Long's people."

“…”

Everyone quarreled and fought, and it was very lively.

Long Fan's face changed and he immediately jumped out: "Stop talking! What are you talking nonsense?!"

He saluted at a place not far away: "Lord!"

After a pillar, Mo Zhao appeared, and the two big figures appeared. The person who was fighting naturally stopped.

Mo Zhao said with a smile: "It turns out that my deity's orders are not as good as Elder Long's orders, here." Although he was laughing, the smile did not reach his eyes.

Long Fan: “…”

At this time, how could he dare to say anything else? While apologizing to Mo Zhao, he asked someone to let him go, and while thunder firedly dealing with the people who said that the Lord was not as good as Elder Long, he beat them each to eighty baguettes...

Mo Zhao was wearing a black robe like a messenger in the dark night, and he always looked at him with a smile without saying a word.

Until Long Fan finished disposing of the situation, he glanced at the people who were rude: "Elder Long is indeed kind-hearted. It seems that he is afraid that even if they rebel against the deity, Elder Long will not be willing to deal with them."

This is obviously because Long Fan disliked the lightness of his handling of the situation. Long Fan had no choice but to do so and ordered people to execute all those people to serve as a warning to others.

Mo Zhao chuckled softly and patted Long Fan on the shoulder with great compliment: "Long Fan, I know that you are the most loyal."

He glanced at the few people who were about to be executed and added a light sentence: "Dare to discuss the right and wrong between the Lord and the elders, and it is suspected of being sowed by the fact that such a person with ulterior motives is just that it is too cheap to execute—"

The sleeves were swung out, and colorful light flashed out, completely covering the people who had been tied up. A few screams came from the light, and a group of blood mist flew out with a few faint shadows.

Those shadows were the souls of those people. Mo Zhao shook his sleeves again and let out a harsh cry again dissipated.

This move obviously shocked everyone present, and everyone couldn't help but take a step back.

Mo Zhao turned around and looked at Long Fan with a pale face: "Elder Long, you have no objection to this, I'm going to deal with it, right?

Naturally, Long Fan could not have any objections, he could only say that he would handle it well and be fair.

Mo Zhao swept everyone and said, "Can you recognize who your master is?"

"Lord!"

"Of course it's the Lord!" Countless people answered.

Mo Zhao turned around and then satisfied.

Long Fan looked at his back and felt cold in his heart.

He originally wanted to ask what Mo Zhao wanted to send to do, but now he can't ask.

The master is shocked by his high merit, and now he is the master is shocked by his high merit.

Mo Zhao has been in the bloody palace for so many years. Mo Zhao knew about Emperor Xuan’s dealing with his meritorious officials, and learned it and used it on him.

Mo Zhao still needs him now, so he naturally won't do anything to him.
Chapter completed!