Fu Qingyang looked at him with deep eyes.

For some reason, Zhang Yuanqing's eyes dodged subconsciously. He didn't like this kind of sharp gaze that seemed to be able to see everything.

I hate the eyes of the scouts... Zhang Yuanqing muttered dissatisfiedly in his heart, and was about to look at him, but Fu Qingyang looked away, looked at the rampant corpse, and asked:

"What do you think of this battle?"

His tone was calm, not so much an inquiry, but more like a subordinate who was valued by the examination school.

Thinking that the centurion valued him quite a lot, Zhang Yuanqing spoke carefully and replied:

"The enemy knew our deployment and numbers in advance, and knew us well. The water behind us is very deep."

Fu Qingyang said bluntly: "Someone in the government colluded and ran amok and betrayed you."

It can also be said that we have a traitor among us! Zhang Yuanqing nodded.

"So I sent everyone away, and only you and I know what will happen next." Fu Qingyang glanced at the rampant corpse.

Zhang Yuanqing understood what he meant, and walked up to the ugly and hideous corpse, dark and viscous substances surged in his eyes.

The remaining spirit in the body revived, floating out strand by strand, condensing into a translucent phantom above the corpse, grinning fiercely at Zhang Yuanqing.

"After I devour the spirit body of an evil profession, I may become a little crazy..." He took out the crouching pestle and handed it to Fu Qingyang: "This item can purify spiritual pollution."

The Fumo pestle was given to Li Dongze out of trust in his character, and it was given to Fu Qingyang because the other party had a lot of money, no, rich and powerful, so he wouldn't covet his props.

Fu Qingyang

Zhang Yuanqing stopped talking, took a deep breath, and took the spirit body into his mouth.

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The eyebrows suddenly swelled, and something that did not belong to him was forcefully poured into the sea of consciousness.

Countless shattered pictures rushed in, passing by like a revolving lantern, all of which were more impressive memories in the rampant life.

Rampant Wuji was born in a poor family. He studied hard in order to change his destiny. After stepping into the society, he found that the academic qualifications he was proud of were not very useful. Now, become a social animal.

The competition is not as good as the relationship household, the competition is not as good as flattering but incompetent people, who can't afford a house after working for ten years, and the beginning of marriage is to own a house of their own, but the father is an honest farmer and lacks savings.

If you are honest, you can't see hope, but if you make a lot of money, you will make a lot of money.

He didn't know where the future was, and he became very confused, until one time, he used his position to earn a huge amount of wealth, became unscrupulous and fell from then on, and fell in love with this adventurous behavior.

Finally, the scenery changed, and Zhang Yuanqing saw the dark bedroom and the ghost floating beside the bed.

"Where is Heiwuchang? Trust is the foundation of cooperation. It seems that we don't trust each other enough."

"You have two approaches. One is to wait for the fallen people on the roster to lose control one after another..."

"In order to express my sincerity, I will disclose to you the deployment and actions of the official walker."

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In the same dark bedroom, Rampant Wuji cut his wrist and let the blood flow into a black wooden bowl engraved with mantras. The blood in the bowl twisted to form a human face.

"Boss, the people from Dark Night Rose have come to your door and want to meet you." JrNovels.com