Listening to the lonely evil in front of him, Li Tianzhao looked at Cai Laowu and other people over there, nodded slowly, and then followed them downstairs.

In the whole fourth floor, only Ma San, who was seriously injured, and the funeral dragon, as well as Song Yong, who had already fainted, and Cai Lao-wu, who was in a daze...

Cai Lao-wu stood there with a deathly grey complexion. The old face with a childlike face in the past was wrinkled at this moment, as if at this moment, he was a lot older.

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"Long Ye, the Song family still has Cai Laowu left Yongzhou."

Baifu, the luxurious hall...