Chapter 108 Death of Gong Qing (Revised Version)

"Do you think I will tell you?" Gong Qing asked back.

"Same question... I don't want to ask it a second time." Seeing that Gong Qing was still stubborn, the old Taoist priest's tone was a little low.

"For the truth... the truth about the Jiashen Rebellion and the Eight Wonders." As a loser, Gong Qing did not hide anything and spoke slowly.

When he heard these key words, the old Taoist priest's face darkened: "What did you get?"

"If I had gotten something, would I still be here?" Gong Qing sneered: "If it weren't for that kid, I could have succeeded... What a pity, God doesn't help me."

After hearing that Gong Qing got nothing, the old Taoist priest's murderous intent that was hidden under the calmness was slightly calmed down, and then he let Xu San and Xu Si take him away.

Fortunately, Gong Qing did not get anything... If Gong Qing got a little secret from Tian Jinzhong, then even if Nadutong had stopped him just now, he would have killed Gong Qing...

The imprisoned Gong Qing had not been walked away, and suddenly he trembled all over, curled up on the ground in pain as if he was being pinched.

"What's going on?" Xu Si raised his eyebrows, and then kicked Gong Qing: "Don't try to touch porcelain, kid."

"Here... I failed, they won't let me go." Gong Qing panted.

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At the same time.

In a warehouse more than ten miles away from Longhu Mountain, the Quanxing monsters who had escaped by chance gathered here. When they heard from Lu Liang that Gong Qing was captured and the operation failed, the Quanxing monsters present felt a little absurd.

"What a mess! Gong Qing spent so much time, we used so many people, took such a big risk, but we got nothing?"

Yuan Tao felt that this operation was a big loss. Not to mention that he was almost killed by Lu Jin, just to say that several of his Nine Dragons' magic weapons were damaged.

After spending so much time, Gong Qing actually made them lose so thoroughly...

Chao!

"Master Yuan, didn't you go to catch that guy to find the Tongtian Talisman? How could he stop Gong Qing's action?"

"Who knew that the boy was so good at fighting...Besides, Lu Jin came later, and I was chased by Lu Jin like a grandson...How could I have time to take care of him?" Yuan Tao said he was in a mess.

"Did Elder Xia get anything?"

"No." Xia Liuqing scratched his head: "That girl didn't even deal with Barron, what can you do with my old bones? By the way, Barron looked down on us and left."

"Okay... that means this operation has completely failed?"

The Tongtian Talisman was not obtained, and Gong Qing's side was also defeated... It can be said that Quanxing made such a big scene, so many people died, but it was all in vain, and they sent heads to the Tianshi Mansion.

"If it weren't for Zhou Fengliu... The headmaster and I would have succeeded." Lu Liang was very regretful.

"What's the point of saying that now? Gong Qing risked his life to launch this operation and ended in failure. According to the agreement, Gong Qing can die to apologize, right?" The young man who was playing with a small paper man glanced at the surviving Quanxing monsters on the scene.

There was no voice of doubt among the crowd. After all, this was a bet agreed before the operation. Besides... no one wanted to save Gong Qing, wouldn't that be clearly sending him to die?

"Then I'll tear it up." The young man who was playing with the paper figurine laughed, and then Xingqi tore the paper figurine that symbolized Gong Qing's life in front of everyone.

Once he tore it, Gong Qing would not survive, and this was the power of the paper figurine witchcraft.

"Everyone should hide for a while and avoid the limelight."

"Hmm..."

Who would have thought?

Just because Zhou Fengliu, an employee of Nadutong who always passed by, appeared, their Quanxing's action was messed up.

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The sky gradually brightened, the night faded, and it was a new day.

Zhou Fengliu felt like he had a dream.

In the dream, he had a beloved motorcycle, and he couldn't let it go.

The body of the motorcycle was streamlined and very aerodynamic, with protrusions where it should be protruding and depressions where it should be concave.

The seat was also very ergonomic, very comfortable to sit on, and he would not feel tired after riding for a long time.

He liked this motorcycle very much, so he rode it to many places.

Finally, after countless days and nights of riding, he seemed to see the final destination of this trip.

It was a cloud, a fairyland-like cloud, with a comfortable temperature, a gentle breeze, and all the beauty in the world.

Here, he could see the rising Zhaoyang in the east and the setting moon in the west.

The drifting clouds wrapped around his body and also wrapped around his motorcycle.

At this moment, he seemed to have a soul resonance with this beautiful scenery, making him feel that it was worth it not to stop because of those mundane scenes before.

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Zhou Fengliu slept very comfortably that night, and he finally woke up from the dream of riding a motorcycle until the sun was high in the sky.

A ray of sunlight projected on the ground from the gap in the curtains. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and slowly sat up.

He moved his body and felt a little strange.

Although he slept very comfortably yesterday and had a good dream, his body felt exhausted as if it had been broken apart, as if it had been hollowed out.

Looking at the empty room, he was a little confused and had no idea how he got to the bed last night.

Just as he was about to get out of bed to find a bottle of water, he saw a stack of red banknotes on the bedside table.

Roughly estimated, there should be several thousand yuan.

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"Huh?" The moment Zhou Fengliu saw the money, he seemed to be much more sober and asked a soul-searching question.

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