"Toilet?" Long Wu walked in and saw the lavish building, pointing at the toilet in surprise: "You’re telling this is a toilet?"
"Yes, it is." Julius Reed nodded.
Indeed, poverty had limited Long Wu’s imagination.
"Do you have so misunderstanding about toilets?" Long Wu looked at the gods drinking contentedly, confused: "Or are your toilets here used for cooking?"
"If it were Old Eight, then this might be a kitchen. But for normal people, it’s just a place to relieve themselves." Julius Reed didn’t want to explain further; anyway, those people had already drank.
"I feel like you’re deceiving ." Long Wu had a peculiar look in her eyes, as if this was obviously a bedchamber.
"Do you use the toilet here?" She stared into Julius Reed’s eyes, wanting to hear sothing genuine.
But unfortunately, Julius Reed’s mind was as clear as a mirror, with no thoughts at all.
"Of course not here." Julius Reed didn’t want to explain: "I was just kidding with you. Your people can stay here. I have things to attend to, so I’m going up."
After speaking, he arranged Lillian Tompson to settle in Long Wu, while he himself went upstairs.
"Thank you, you’re such a good person." Long Wu shouted loudly behind him.
"Such a good person! Arranging such a wonderful place for us, he’s indeed a good person!"
"Look at this paper shining brightly, it’s so pretty!"
"Take a piece, keep it as a souvenir."
"So fragrant!"
The gods were thrilled, their gratitude towards Julius Reed deepening imnsely.
"It really is quite nice." Long Wu walked in to find the dormitories were even separated by gender.
They really paid attention to detail.
Just as the gods were preparing to rest, an elder walked in.
Finding it full of people, he stepped back outside.
"Strange." Long Wu stared at the elder, feeling sothing amiss.
Suddenly, she realized she couldn’t hear the elder’s thoughts at all.
"Sir." Long Wu approached, blocking the elder, and asked: "Are you also from up this mountain?"
"Yes, I’m the toilet cleaner. What’s the matter?" The elder nodded, holding a broom.
"Your abilities seem strong. Saying you’re just sweeping toilets, aren’t you being modest?" Long Wu could sense the elder wasn’t ordinary.
But now that the enemies had all left, anyone remaining should be one of their own.
She was incredibly curious about the elder.
This mountain indeed concealed many hidden talents.
"Could it be false? See, there’s still shit on my broom here? Girl, co take a sniff." As he said that, the elder directly thrust the broom forward.
Long Wu hastily dodged, though her body missed it, her clothes were stained with several yellow streaks.
"You..." Long Wu slightly frowned: "Your broom..."
She suddenly realized the broom was extraordinary!
It’s not just a broom!
"Haha, I was teasing you; this isn’t a real broom, it’s a weapon!" The elder proudly introduced his weapon.
"I was right..." Long Wu exhaled deeply, the disgust from the filth on her vanished instantly.
She even touched it, curiously asking: "Then this..."
"This is real shit!" The elder’s words had just dropped when Long Wu rushed to the toilet and leaned against the wall, starting to vomit.
The gods in the toilet fell silent instantly.
"Pregnant already?"
"That’s pretty quick!"
"What are you saying!" Looking sowhat defeated, Long Wu walked in.
The toilet was very quiet.
But when she turned to leave.
"Wow! The Empress really had sothing with that guy that night!"
"Jealousy! Jealous to the point of turning purple!"
Long Wu abruptly turned back.
The toilet fell silent again.
"Who exactly are you!" Long Wu dashed to the elder, her tone hostile.
She felt she was being purposely mocked.
"Just cleaning toilets, this shit is real. Who fools around with shit? You think I’m Old Eight?"
The elder shook his head.
With so many people coming, there’d be cleaning to do in the future.
"I don’t believe it!"
Long Wu attacked directly!
She wanted to force the elder to retaliate, to see how strong this enigmatic fellow was!
Smack!
The broom directly hit Long Wu’s face, pushing her back several ters!
"I..." Long Wu trembled, touching her face.
No longer able to control the turmoil in her stomach.
"Acting like you don’t shit." Mr. River shook his head, carrying the broom up the mountain.
As he walked, he suddenly frowned slightly.
His steps light and drifting, the broom sliding continuously on the ground.
Soon!
A striking pattern erged in the plaza.
With a step forward, Mr. River fiercely thrust the broom into the ground!
Boom!
With a loud noise!
Spiritual power shot skywards, penetrating the sky!
Following was the sound of formations bursting!
Simultaneously!
Miles away!
A group of array masters was gathering spiritual power around a formation.
In their center, there was a well.
The water reflected a scene!
It was the image of Demarco Mount!
Suddenly!
Bam!
The well exploded directly!
More than a dozen array masters were blown away on the spot, dying instantly!
Nearby, several diviners also closed their eyes, intending to catch a glimpse of Demarco Mount’s image like their ancestors!
But without exception, all bled from seven orifices!
Killed instantly!
"How could this happen!"
The black-clad martial artist responsible for guarding quickly ran out, picked up the phone, and pressed the button with trembling hands.
"Everyone peering into Demarco Mount is dead! Invisible killers a mile away! Demarco Mount, who else is there?"
The man wiped the sweat from his forehead, speaking with so difficulty.
It was so shocking!
For safety’s sake, they had already hidden here.
Unexpectedly, it still couldn’t be avoided.
"Return, let’s reconsider." The voice on the phone was somber; after saying one sentence, the call was imdiately cut.
"Quickly! Retreat!" The man waved his hand, and people quickly got in the vehicles, speeding away.
Completely ignoring the bodies spread across the ground.
...
Miles away!
Trent Marsh dressed in a black robe, grabbed an elder by his throat, lifting him fiercely!
"Still not surrendering?" He asked coldly.
Behind Trent Marsh, were corpses scattered everywhere.
There were thousands!
The air was thick with the sll of blood.
"Hehe..." The blue-robed elder had his long gown stained with blood, but his eyes were filled with resolve. "Trent Marsh, you can never succeed! Because in this world, there’s soone called Julius Reed! Hahaha..."
"Stubborn." Trent Marsh swept with his long knife!
Grabbing the elder’s head in mid-air, stepping on the pile of bodies forming a small hill, raising it high!
"Brother Three is formidable!"
Below, nearly ten thousand shouted in unison.
"Those who follow thrive, those who oppose perish! Pass his head down the road, and let those ignorant fools see." Trent Marsh tossed the head, then swung his knife!
Directly smashing the plaque of ’World’s First Sword Sect’!
"Julius Reed?" He wiped the blood off his face, stepping down the mountain amidst the corpses. "Damn it, nine numbers bigger than ! Even Silvio Reed is just one number bigger than , Trent Marsh! Haha."
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