Gentleman Wushuang of Douluo Continent

Chapter 218 Nameless Rift Valley, Herbalism Disturbance (1)

The candle of fate is ready, let's guess together, who is the one who lights the candle?
—————————The person who has been lurking underground for many years

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At the junction of Tiandou and Xingluo, there is an unnamed Great Rift Valley that no one dares to enter.

Several seven-ring soul saints walked around this desolate Great Rift Valley for almost two times, and they didn't see a certain kid from the Chrysanthemum Ghost Two Douluo's family. They frowned and complained when they returned to Taniguchi.

"Young Master Yue, this is too much nonsense. We agreed to gather here after playing in this area for ten days. Now half a month has passed, but we can't even see anyone."

Yuan Gao, who was following up, heard these words, and couldn't help but tighten his grip on the long sword Wuhun in his hand.

Who are these people that His Excellency the Pope has found, who dare to talk about the master behind his back.

With his sharp eyes narrowed, he walked steadily towards those talkative soul saints step by step.

Half a year ago, he had already broken through to the soul emperor, and after a certain child's suggestion, within six months, he had been promoted to a level 67 soul emperor after practicing hard.

However, even if he is the soul emperor, facing four soul saints who are one level higher than himself, the chance of him defeating them is still less than half.

But it was not his style to be indifferent when he heard them talk about the little master.

He slowly raised the arm holding the long knife, and just as he was about to cut them in half, he clearly felt someone hit him hard from behind.

I don't know what that person did, but just bumped into him, which caused his shoulder to hurt and his arm to hang down naturally.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that his long-planned attack was disrupted at once.Looking at the several soul saints who had turned around, he clenched his fists and listened to my waist.

This sneak attack can only do so.

He turned his head blankly, and looked carefully with his big eyes, who the hell was walking with his head down, disturbing his good business.

This is incredible.

Isn't this his little master, the young master Yue that those soul saints talk about?
Young Master Yue, who holds a lot of vengeance, would interrupt his attack just because he lost his memory?

This is something he never dreamed of!
He put away the long sword Wuhun, and cupped his fists respectfully at his young master.

And the four soul saints who were full of opinions and dissatisfaction with their little master just now looked at Yue Jiuxian who came suddenly with a complimenting smile on their faces.

"Hello, Young Master Yue."

Yue Jiuxian glanced at them indifferently, and didn't agree to answer. He pulled Yuan Gao's clothes and walked inside without looking back.

He actually heard everything he said just now, and he could also see Yuan Gao's every move afterwards.

However, those four people, they can't move.

After all, it was their 'dear' Pope, who was specially sent by name to 'protect' their personal safety.

If it was just the two of them when they went back, the pope's suspicious heart might become active.

Therefore, along the way, not only could they not kill them, but they had to put on a good show for them.

However, talk about him behind his back.

As Yuan Gao thought, he who holds grudges is not a person who can change his character by losing his memory, he will only become more perverse.

So, how could he let them pass by so lightly?
Killing them on the surface is not going to work.

It's not that there are no other methods, and they cannot be used.

In the back of the gutter, there are many little ways to torture people, he Yue Jiuxian can have many.

(End of this chapter)