"By the way, I haven't asked what your name is yet, what do you call it?"

Tang Luo looked at the prison master and asked.

"My name is Zuo Qianqiu."

The prison master said slowly.

"Zuo Qianqiu? His name is good, he is a little worse than mine."

Tang Luo nodded.

“…”

The prison master was speechless again, numb, isn't this guy a funny guy?

But thinking of Tang Luo's terrifying combat power and the poison he took, he decided to...bear it!

"Okay, don't be flirting with your face. They are all your own people. Come and smoke."

Tang Luo radiated cigarettes and took such a great master and temporarily got the Blood Prison Pavilion. He was in a good mood.

Zuo Qianqiu took the cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and calmed down his mood.

"I had a fight with you, and I seemed a little hungry again... Are you hungry?"

Tang Luo asked smoking a cigarette.

"Hungry!"

Just when Zuo Qianqiu and Yi were a little confused by Tang Luo's words, Feilong kept nodding and patted his belly.

"I was hungry just now."

"Then let's find a place to have some food and celebrate your joining?"

Tang Luo looked at them and asked.

"Okay, okay, when I came here just now, I saw that there was a hot pot restaurant there, which seemed very good!"

Feilong picked up the food and became excited.

"Okay, then let's go eat hot pot!"

Tang Luo nodded and made a decision.

“…”

Zuo Qianqiu and Yi were speechless. They just got beaten to death, so why did they go to eat hot pot in a blink of an eye?

Especially Zuo Qianqiu, he looked at the ground next to him, and the mouthfuls of blood were considered in vain. He couldn't make up for it even if he had eaten two plates of mutton!

"Lao Zuo, you are injured. You just happened to have some hot pot to replenish it."

Tang Luo looked at the wound on Zuo Qianqiu's shoulder and said.

After Tang Luo mentioned this, Zuo Qianqiu reacted and felt the pain in his arms.

He really wants to yell and make up for your sister, but you didn’t get it!

However, thinking that he could not beat Tang Luo, he still suppressed his temper.

"Let's go eat hot pot, and I'm going to drool when I think about it."

Feilong urged him.

Tang Luo looked at him, patted his shoulder, and sighed: "It's really a reason for fat!"

"hey-hey."

The fat dragon grinned and didn't say anything.

Afterwards, Tang Luo treated Zuo Qianqiu briefly and stopped the blood.

After treating the wound, Zuo Qianqiu and a strange mood, they drove three cars to the hot pot restaurant.

"Prison Master, we actually don't want to betray the Blood Prison Pavilion, you..."

A car drove and looked at Zuo Qianqiu sitting in the back seat, saying.

"snort!"

Zuo Qianqiu snorted coldly. Although he was no longer angry, he was injured after all, so how could he have no temper?

He didn't dare to throw a tantrum with Tang Luo, but he was not so polite to Yi Yi.

"Prison Master, we are in the Blood Prison Pavilion, we are just cold-blooded murder tools... Although I haven't been in contact with Tang Luo for a long time, we can see that he is different from the Blood Prison Pavilion."

A look at the rearview mirror and said.

"Hmph, it's different. I almost beat me half to death. Now I'm calling me to have hot pot again!"

Zuo Qianqiu snorted coldly and said angrily.

"Uh, this... this shows that he is true!"

One is a bit embarrassing.

"Okay, please don't talk to him. We are in the Blood Prison Pavilion. No matter what, we can still get resources to practice. What about him? Although he has been talking for three years, in these three years, we have to rely on ourselves to obtain cultivation resources!"

Zuo Qianqiu didn't blame anyone anymore, after all, even he became a "traitor".

However, he was still worried.

"Prison Master, although I don't know the origin of Tang Luo, what he can give us is definitely more than the Blood Prison Pavilion!"

One glanced at Zuo Qianqiu and said.

"Hmm? Why do you say that?"

Zuo Qianqiu was stunned.

"He taught me the fighting skills with Feilong!"

A slow slogan.

"What? Fighting skills?!"

Zuo Qianqiu widened his eyes when he heard a word.

"Yes, combat skills, ancient martial arts combat skills that are almost as precious as ancient martial arts in the ancient martial arts world!"

A nodded.

"When did he teach you?"

Zuo Qianqiu was surprised.

"Didn't you just surrender to him?"

"Well, just when we surrendered to him, he taught us! He said that as long as we are loyal, we are our own people, and he will not treat our own people unfairly!"

A serious way.

"this……"

Zuo Qianqiu was really shocked. He taught Yipin and Feilong so easily with no exchange of fighting skills?

You should know that in the Blood Prison Pavilion, only those who have made more than ten hall masters or who have made great contributions will reward their combat skills and practice them!

"The Prison Lord, there is one more thing..."

One hesitated.

"Last time when Fei Long and I came to kill Tang Luo, he was only in the late stage of the Ancient King, and he was almost at the peak of the Ancient King's late stage... But now, his combat power is comparable to yours!"

"What? This is impossible!"

Zuo Qianqiu's face changed again. How long has it been? How could Tang Luo improve so much?

"Can he hide his strength before?"

"No, you can ask Feilong for this matter... Prison Master, such a young Dark Spirit Great Perfection, is also a demon among the monsters in the entire ancient martial arts world! What kind of existence does he have behind him? So, we may not suffer any loss when we follow him, it is better than staying in the Blood Prison Pavilion!"

Zuo Qianqiu looked at it and his heart was no longer calm.

He didn't say anything more. He said everything he should say. How to do it depends on the prison master.

After a long time, Zuo Qianqiu let out a breath and nodded.

He had some other thoughts in his mind, but now... those other thoughts are gone.

"Hope...our choice is right."

In the car behind, Tang Luo lit a cigarette and sprayed out a puff of smoke.

He felt very happy when he thought of conquering a master.

He felt that the Blood Prison Pavilion was not as terrifying as he thought, and even... it was quite good.

"As long as I can become stronger, the Blood Prison Pavilion can provide me with continuous subordinates."

Thinking of him taking away all the killers who came to kill him, he couldn't help but grin.

At that time, the three masters of the Blood Prison Pavilion will probably come to him to fight hard!

"We have to seize the time to become a master of Huajin. At that time, let Zuo Qianqiu tell the Blood Prison Pavilion that they will send the top ten masters of the hall master level and create a few more masters of Huajin..."

Tang Luo muttered.

"But before that, Lao Zuo can get all his killers from the Soul-Leaving Prison... All I need to do is to detoxify them and then poison them! At that time, I will have a large number of masters who will take Siam and other things, and they will not be able to sweep them!"

The more Tang Luo thought about it, the more excited he became, and he almost sang a song.

He felt that he needed to call Ning Yu'er and let her know that she was still alive and was living very freely! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!