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Chapter 88 Interrogation II

In front of everyone, the red-haired man was dragged up by Xue Yue Hongtong. It was obvious that he was really afraid of these two crazy women, and they were held with their arms and did not dare to resist at all. Xue Yue Hongtong dragged him to Quan Hao's feet and pushed him to the ground. He bowed and retreated to both sides.

The red-haired man caught off guard and snatched mud, ate the sand, and quickly spit out the sand. He curled up and rolled over and fell to the ground. He kowtowed to Quanhao in a panic, regardless of his hands being tied behind his back. "God, please spare me, please spare me, please spare me, please! The young man is forced to do helplessness. Whether it is a riot or a person is driven away, it is the idea of ​​the old man's idle man. It is not the original intention, not my original intention. I hope you will investigate clearly! The young man was confused at that time, and was confused by the old man's sweet words, and he didn't see his true face clearly. I didn't expect that the old man was so vicious. He was rampant and illegal and exploited good people, and he was simply evil. The young man lived like a year in his life, and he really hoped that you would come back at all times!"

When he was taken into custody, the red-haired man completely figured it out. The bachelor did not suffer any loss in front of him. Although he was caught by a group of women, he was fine if he lost his face. The most important thing was to keep his face. At this point, he was not embarrassed to be a small person. He was foolish to hold on.

Even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn't think of how Quan Hao would turn into a god, and he even believed his subordinates. But he could not doubt his words and could only suffer less. He would certainly be familiar with the best life-saving skills of such a rascal who changed his mind to the wind.

A laughter sounded around him. People had long been thinking about watching the show. They all wanted to know how much of the former prestige could be left after this red-haired man who was usually arrogant and always looked arrogant. Unexpectedly, he became soft without even being beaten. He was simply a fence-bearer who fell with the wind.

The red-haired man was so embarrassed that his neck turned red. He felt nervous in his heart: Let you be proud first. When you get through this time, see who will I let go? Of course, he still smiled flatteringly on the surface.

Today, the three translations for Quan Hao are pear blossoms, lotus leaves and lotus roots. Everyone should be fully trained before the divine words pass. The three insurances can also prevent omissions in the reposting process. In some major events, the accuracy of the word meaning is particularly important. At the same time, although the possibility is not high, Quan Hao must also prevent someone from controlling the right to speak and deceive the superiors and concealing the subordinates. It is enough to have a lesson in the past.

After listening to the translation, Quan Hao couldn't help laughing. Why did so many years have passed, and the virtues of these gangsters have not improved? But he then realized: No, so many years have passed for him, and for the ancients, it should be right at the right time. He asked with a smile: "So, you didn't escape being caught, but you should be considered as abandoning the darkness and turning to the light?"

The red-haired man was overjoyed. "The god is indeed wise! How could my little thoughts escape your eyes? Even if I was not caught by the two sisters today, I would turn around the eyes of the three old men. But the two sisters were too powerful and did not give me a chance to express my feelings at all." The transformation of the two cowardly women of Blood Moon Red Pupils was another strange thing that made the red-haired man puzzled. He still remembered clearly the moment they rushed up, which was simply life-threatening. Because the wound on their faces was close to disfigurement, the red-haired man could not recognize them at the first time. It was later realized. When he was taken into custody, he had contact with the two of them. He felt that their temperament was completely twisted, and he could not see the way they used to be submissive, and he was as cold as ice.

"Who do you want to fool with vernacular words? You might as well say something practical. Why should I let you go?" Quan Hao was indifferent to the red-haired man's quibbling, and asked in a hug of a cat playing with a mouse.

"This..." The red-haired man was speechless. He didn't expect Quan Hao to throw the problem back and didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Speak quickly, Lord God is asking you something!" The square-faced woman wanted to please Quan Hao at all times. When she saw the defendant stopped, she immediately showed up and made a red face. "Say!" "Speak quickly!" No one liked the red-haired man, and everyone wanted him to be unlucky and started to clamor.

"Please see if you have it on me... no, no." The red-haired man on the target of public criticism was sweating profusely. He almost slipped out the usual rumor that he would beg for mercy. When he spoke, he realized that it was not appropriate and stopped him quickly. However, his eyes turned and he turned his mind to Quanhao and kowtowed to Quanhao, "I'm asking you to see that the young man usually burns incense in front of the statue of the Saint Qingxu and the Ancestor Tuanlong. He also helped the people to cultivate the Qiancheng Temple, and he was respectful to the Taoist sisters in the temple. He was very compassionate and let the young man go."

He was secretly proud of his urgent wisdom. Since this man is a false god, then I will invite the two largest gods in the world. How dare he compare? He should also consider the incense? Isn’t it a serious crime? Isn’t it just a matter of face after all? If you say a few more soft words and flatter hard, what can I do to me?

Unfortunately, he couldn't have thought that Quan Hao, a god, was a standard alien species, and he was a fake. He had no intersection with local forces at all, let alone incense. As expected, Quan Hao looked indifferent. "Saint Qingxu? Ancestor Tuanlong? I haven't heard of it!"

Once this statement was reposted by Lotus Root, not only the red-haired man, but even the men and women under him were shocked: What? Gods and I have never heard of the Dragon Ancestor of the Qingxu Saint Group? What... What's going on? Didn't these two be the ancestors of the sect? The most powerful gods. I thought Gods and I were also in the immortal class like them. Is there two courts in the sky? Wait, Gods and I have obviously had the ability of Gods and I have never heard of anyone showing their holy powers. Could it be...

Because everyone thought of one thing, there was a bit of complex and difficult to understand in the eyes of everyone's interaction.

The red-haired man almost choked by Quan Hao's unusual remarks and quickly coughed a few times. I haven't heard of them. Have you ever heard of these two people in the world? Please be careful when you pretend to be a god. This makes it difficult for us to try to shoot a horse! Or do you want to say that the gods in the world are the biggest? This is too arrogant!

Because he had never been "inspired" by Quan Hao's "miracle", he naturally thought differently from others. He had to laugh twice awkwardly. "You always say that you haven't heard it, then you haven't heard it. The little one just means that the little one is really sincere in respecting God,"

Quan Hao waved his hand like a fly. "What does it have to do with respect to other gods?"

So everyone accepted another message: It turns out that the gods and gods are not so harmonious!

Now the red-haired man didn't know what to say. This "god" really didn't play according to common sense. The more he said, the more he was wrong, the more he had to shut up.

Quan Hao waited for a while and saw that he stopped talking, and confirmed again: "Do you have anything else to say?"
Chapter completed!
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