Zhou Wenchong hesitated.

"Probably not?"

Zhou Wuji's eyebrows were raised and his eyes were angry. He really wanted to slap Zhou Wenchong to death.

"You tell me this is the case?

What if, what if?

Then our Zhou family will be completely passive - one move will move the whole body, and my big plan will be completely disrupted."

"My father, what should I do now?

Or, I'll go to Bian Tijian to find out the wind?"

Zhou Wenchong's face turned pale and he was panicked.

"What's the matter?

I’m exploring the words of the slightest thing, isn’t this a place without silver, so I won’t tell you if I don’t tell you?”

Zhou Wuji became more and more angry as he spoke, and finally swears: "Mad, why did I give birth to such an idiot like you? Get out, get out, let me think about it carefully."

Zhou Wen fled in panic.

"Why did I give birth to such a thing?"

Zhou Wuji was very angry and slapped the granite-carved stone table, and with a bang, it split into pieces.

"Brother Zhou, don't get angry."

A man covered in a black robe walked out of the inner hall, his voice low and hoarse.

"Hehe, young people, how can they think so thoroughly about doing things? Just practice more."

"You're here?"

Zhou Wuji looked at the black robe.

"I've come early."

The black robe said.

"Brother Zhou, in my opinion, the Second Young Master's move to attract trouble and kill people with a knife is very spiritual, and it is a trick.

Although there are some flaws, they are not irreparable—” “How do you say it?”
Chapter completed!