"You!?"
"What do you mean you?"
Ning Ziheng sneered, "Today's favor, I, Ning Ziheng, will remember in my heart. Leader Zhuo, let's wait and see."
After saying this, he reached out and grabbed, and the fan on the ground immediately flew into his palm.
He casually opened the fan, fanned it a few times, muttering, "Unlucky, really unlucky!"
In a flash, he was already walking far away.
Zhuo Qing gently closed the coffin lid and turned to look at Su Mo:
"Brother, it's all right now."
"It's all right, it's all right."
Su Mo said with a smile, "Then we'll be saying goodbye."
"Mm."
Zhuo Qing's mind was slightly distracted, but he still gestured for those Nanhai Alliance disciples to come over and take the coffin onto the Peng Boat.
Then he personally saw Su Mo and the others onto the Peng Boat, and only when the ship sailed away did he retract his gaze.
Looking up again in the direction Ning Ziheng left, the corner of his mouth slightly raised:
"There's even such a move..."
