Liu Zhengyang's whole body stiffened, more or less awkward.

He glanced at the monks around him from the corner of his eyes, and saw that they were all smiling ambiguously, almost making a pig cry. Although Liu Zhengyang asked himself that he was not a thin-skinned person or a social terror, he was a little overwhelmed by hundreds of people watching this.

More importantly, he has been working hard to keep a certain distance from Cai Qin.

In order to hope that each other's relationship will not get out of control.

Now that he is making such a fuss, wouldn’t all his previous efforts be wasted?

Liu Zhengyang tried hard to solve the current dilemma, but suddenly remembered that he did not deal with one very important thing.

He first dragged Cai Qin aside, then looked at the messenger of Doumen with a smile and said, "Didn't you make an excessive request to us a few hours ago and ask me to provide you with a lot of resources? I have been thinking about it for a few hours and can give you the answer."

The messenger from Doumen looked up and down at Liu Zhengyang, and Zhong Qinglei and others were already beside Liu Zhengyang, feeling a little strange.

Because the bodies of them were covered with blood and sweat, it was not normal no matter how they looked.

Is this a change happening to people who think quietly?

However, he didn't have time to think about it, and still said arrogantly: "It's a very excessive demand? Leader Liu, have you misunderstood something? Compared with death, compared with your entire alliance, is that a request? That's a good thing that many people can't expect even when they begged!"

When the messenger of Doumen said these words, his chin almost pointed to the sky.

From his expression, we can see that he really thought so.

This made Liu Zhengyang speechless.

At least the other party’s confidence is still worth learning from.

Liu Zhengyang looked at the head of Panmen Sect and said sarcastically: "Uncle Qian, look at this confident look. Can you learn it? As a monk, if you have one ten thousand of his confidence, your strength will be more than the current level, and Panmen will develop better."

The leader of Pan Sect naturally knew that Liu Zhengyang just wanted to mock the monks of Dou Sect.

He didn't really think so.

So the leader of Pan Sect cooperated with Liu Zhengyang tactfully and said, "Not to mention one in ten thousand, even if I only have one in ten million of confidence, I will not be as embarrassed as I am now. Of course, if Master Liu gives me the strength as strong as you, I will not be afraid."

Zhong Qinglei said simply and bluntly: "Liu Zhengyang, do you think if we tell this kid about what happened in the early morning, what will this kid feel and reaction? I am a little curious about what expression he will show, or tell him directly?"

Liu Zhengyang nodded and signaled Zhong Qinglei to speak.

Because he was almost done selling it here after being kept in a silence.

It doesn't make much sense to continue selling.

Moreover, the appetites of the monks in the league have been lifted up.

Liu Zhengyang is not used to making his own people uncomfortable, and he is even less used to seeing others pretend to be garlic in front of his own people.

After Liu Zhengyang's consent, Zhong Qinglei immediately walked forward with a smile, slapped the Doumen Envoy's cheek twice, and said, "Boy, are you not crying without seeing the coffin? You don't know that you are just a fool sent by the senior management of Doumen as cannon fodder, right?"
Chapter completed!