Chapter 450

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Qian Dengfeng almost choked in fright.

He quickly looked out the door and exclaimed excitedly, “Please help me, help me find Mr. Zhao quickly!”

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The crowd looked at each other in dismay. They had already confirmed that Qian Dengfeng had secretly poisoned him, and they all harbored the desire to kill him. How could they possibly help

It was at that moment.

Dong Wenqing bit her lip and walked in: "Zhao Ping'an, you can't touch him, I... I guarantee his safety!"

Do you still remember the feeling of

the elixir

As the granddaughter of Dong Wantian, she naturally has the qualifications to protect someone.

Zhao Ping'an didn't even turn his head, and said coldly, "What are you"

Zhao Ping'an casually said, "Call your grandpa over here and see if I dare to scold him!"

"You..." Dong Wenqing felt like she had a lump in her throat, speechless.

Qian Dengfeng was so scared that he peed his pants. This guy didn't even give the Dragon Gang deputy gang leader any face!

His eyes rolled rapidly, and he quickly said, "Mr. Zhao, I admit defeat, but can you let me live for three more days!"

Zhao Ping'an had already walked to his side and calmly said, "There's no need to look for them, because the Evil Sect has already been destroyed by me!"

What!

OMG! He's so scared he peed his pants!

utter despair.

Zhao Ping'an bowed his head and said, "I will disable your meridians and destroy your brain..."

He doesn't want to kill, because it will harm his karma!

"Zhao Ping'an, you ungrateful wretch!"

"What a ungrateful wretch!"ver ran through the people on board. To be able to enter The Summer Annals meant having one's name recorded in the long river of history. For an ordinary person, entering The County Chronicles was al...