Douluo's New Divine Court

Yang Dong sneaked all the way, until after these people divided up the supplies and returned to their respective gathering places, Yang Dong went on the road alone.

Sleep, this is the name of the black mist that actively possessed Yang Dong at that time. They are somewhat similar to the shadow demons that Yang Dong has seen before, and they can invade other people's bodies.

It took a while, and Yang Dong appeared in a city called Tianbo City, revealing some suppressed black mist in his body, and the whole city turned a blind eye to him.

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do?!"

In his body, Mei kept roaring furiously, at first he thought that he would die if he fell into the hands of this terrifying human being.

But now, he noticed something unusual.

This human being is using his breath to disguise himself.

"Noisy! Shut up."

Yang Dong let out a cold snort in his heart, and the powerful spiritual consciousness once again suppressed Mei's body, making him speechless again.

After a while, Yang Dong arrived at the City Lord's Mansion in Tianbo City.

"My lord, Mei come here to apologize!"

Yang Dong's eyes showed a trace of darkness, and he said to the middle-aged man in front of him.

After the words fell, the eyes of the middle-aged man in front of Yang Dong also became extremely dark, and he said in a calm voice: "Sleep? You didn't die, you should have died."

The first sentence of the two sentences before and after is doubt, and the other sentence is emotion.

In the ghost gate, the defeated people are severely punished, because in their view, the defeated people are worthless people. Even if they are lucky enough not to die in the hands of the enemy, it is common to die in the hands of their own people.

Hearing this, Yang Dong knelt down on one knee, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and said begging for mercy: "Master Manager, save me!"

"Save you? Save you!"

"Mei, how do you tell me to save you? This batch of supplies is going to be transported to the Great Southern Altar. Because of your negligence, this batch of supplies is gone."

The general manager looked at Yang Dong in front of him with hatred and said.

"The Great Southern Altar?"

Yang Dong's expression was startled. In Mei's memory, there was no news that this batch of supplies was going to be delivered to the Southern Great Altar. It seems that the news that the manager in front of him knew was much more useful.

The entire Sun Moon Continent is building four large altars, namely the east, south, west, and north altars.

Each altar has invested considerable manpower and material resources in it.

"That's right, it's the Great Southern Altar. Lord Holy Spirit is very interested in the construction of the Great Altar. You said you lost this batch of supplies. How can Lord Holy Spirit forgive you?"

Hearing this, Yang Dong smiled coquettishly, stared at the middle-aged man in front of him and said, "Master Manager, you are responsible for this area. If you say I am fine, then I will be fine."

"Presumptuous! You are bold..."

"Thousand-year ghost-faced grass!"

"This is also negotiable, do you really have a thousand-year-old ghost face grass?"

The Chief Manager turned from angry to kind in an instant, and asked Yang Dong with a smile.

"Of course, it's just my business..."

"What's your business? What's your business? The one who lost supplies is another one, and I've already killed him. What are you here for?"

The manager looked at Yang Dong in front of him suspiciously, scratched his head pretendingly, and looked at Yang Dong with a puzzled expression.

Great!

Yang Dong praised in his heart,

It's really a pity not to sing at this speed of face-changing.

"My lord, I am naturally here to present treasures."

While he was talking, Yang Dong took out a ghost-faced grass. Anyway, this thing didn't belong to him. Don't you feel sorry for me!

For him, this is a waste of grass.

"It really is a thousand-year-old ghost-faced grass, Mei, if you hadn't had an accident this time, I wouldn't be able to get this good thing, right?"

The middle-aged man admired the ghost face grass in his hand for a while, then put the things away, and said to Yang Dong in a strange way.

"My lord, you really wronged me. If you have such a good thing, it is natural to dedicate it to you, my lord. I am not qualified to enjoy such a good thing."

Yang Dong said with some grievances.

"Ha ha……"

The middle-aged man smiled noncommittally. Do you believe this?

"Okay, I can deal with the matter of your missing supplies for you. If it's okay, you can leave!"

leave?

No, no, no!

Yang Dong didn't want to leave just like that, he wanted to take this opportunity to go to the Great Southern Altar.

Look what these ghost people are going to do!

"Master Manager, I wonder if the quota for going to the Southern Altar this time is full?"

kindness?

The middle-aged man stopped leaving, looked at Yang Dong in front of him calmly, and did not speak.

The Great Southern Altar is not just the slaughterhouses of the Sun Moon Continent, these humble people are not much different from those slaves of the Sun Moon Continent.

If someone didn't pay attention, he wouldn't even know how he died. He was really curious about what this Mei wanted to do.

"Master Manager, after what happened this time, I feel that my strength is weak. I want to become stronger. Going to the Southern Altar should make me stronger."

Hearing Yang Dong's words, a flash of surprise flashed across the face of the big manager in front of him.

young,

too young.

Young people always think that they can change the world and become extremely powerful, but if it is so easy to become stronger, why would he choose to be a General Anle.

"The City Lord's Mansion will gather in three days."

After saying a few words, the steward walked away.

If someone is going to die, then go for it.

What does it have to do with him.

"Thank you, Lord Steward."

Yang Dong hunched over and waited for the middle-aged man to disappear from sight, then stood up again and walked outside.

There are many residents of Sun Moon Continent living in Tianbo City, but these residents of Sun Moon Continent are dressed in rags, don't have enough to eat, don't wear warm clothes, and do a lot of manual work every day.

Death is the norm, and Yang Dong has no good way to deal with it at present, the only way is to be out of sight and out of mind.

Three days passed in a flash.

In the morning of this day, Yang Dong came to the City Lord's Mansion early, where Yang Dong met several other people who were traveling together.

But different from Yang Dong's voluntary, all of these made mistakes.

"Damn it, I was fooled!"

After Wei Wei inquired about it, Yang Dong sighed slightly, he would have known better if he had just apologized.

bang...

at noon,

A purple-gold chariot came from the horizon and hovered steadily above Tianbo City.

"It's time, let's go!"

The middle-aged manager came out, saluted the sky respectfully, and then urged Yang Dong and the others.

Those who can drive the purple-gold chariot are all god-level masters, and he doesn't want to give away the ghost-faced grass that he just got.

It's better to leave quickly.