Who gave you the courage?

besides.

Grandmaster's disciples, how much effort and effort it took to cultivate them. You kill them when you say it, and abolish it when you say it. It's so rampant...

If you don’t die, who will die?

At this time, of course no one would talk about the interests of the family and the country, but only grudges and grudges.

It just so happens that we are all master-level experts, and there is no talk of using the more to bully the less, or the strong to bully the weak.

Put down the table.

It not only differentiates between superior and inferior, but also determines life and death.

…

Gongbao Mori sat alone in the courtyard.

Watching Yang Lin stand out from the crowd, he slowly stepped forward.

He didn't get up, but raised his glass from a distance: "Master Yang is so majestic and evil. When we meet him today, it's better to be famous than to meet him. To meet him is worse than to be famous."

"Master Gong is too polite, but if you ask me to tell you, you are a bit petty.

As a master, you must have the example of a master. I am a master, but I am a dog for the powerful. I listen to others' orders and come thousands of miles to work hard. It is really a pity."

As soon as they met, Yang Lin felt a mountain-like murderous aura rushing towards him.

This made him understand.

The other party is not here to be funny, nor is it here to travel, but is really coming to challenge with anger and murderous intent.

To put it bluntly, they are here to kill people.

Kung Baosen was scolded as a lackey, but he was not angry at all.

The world's tongues are sharp, but he is no longer confused. He has seen a lot and is used to it.

He will not mess up his mood because of a few sarcastic words from his opponents.

He just said to himself: "That year I escaped from the palace and fled thousands of miles. On the way, the first disciple and the second disciple died of exhaustion and died under the swords of the masters of the Qing court...

After I killed all the powerful enemies, I saw a little baby crying under my horse's hooves in the heavy snow.

I thought this was a celebration of my new life, so I took the baby home and made him my disciple, naming him Ma San."

Gong Baosen's voice was very sad.

"He is both my apprentice and my son... When his son dies, a father cannot turn a blind eye.
Chapter completed!