Chapter 772

"Commander, deputy chief, what should we do?" Zhao Bo asked with an ugly face.

This is the first time that he has been working with the team since he joined the Tianxia group.

But I didn't expect to receive such a task.

As an old mercenary, Zhao Bo had a full understanding of the situation and the danger of nirvana.

The tomb of the king of mausoleum is definitely an area they can't set foot on.

Night Qingluo mouth micro hook, and long yunzhan look at each other, from the other side of the eye to read the same mind.

"Try it. If you don't try everything, how can you know it won't work?"

Night Qingluo rolled up the scroll and stuffed it back into Zhao Bo's arms: "if you try, there is no hope, but if you don't try, there will be no hope. If not, we will retreat. "

No matter in any dangerous situation, this task falls into the hands of the world group. She should take the world group and go all out. She should not shake her head and say no before doing anything, and advise everyone to give up.

It's not her style.

It's not the style of the world tour.

The young mercenaries responded in unison: "yes!"

The existence of the night is their hope and their miracle.

Even if the front is a sea of mountains and rivers, as long as the night clear down and nod, they will not fear the courage to move forward.

Because they know.

No matter how dangerous the front is, the night will walk with them.

And we will do our best to keep them safe.

Zhao Bo and others were stunned for a moment.

It seems that I didn't expect that night Qingluo would choose to go to the tomb of the mausoleum king.

It seems that they did not expect that after hearing about the danger of the tomb, these young people would agree with the words of night clearing.

Then, more than 20 old mercenaries grinned one after another.

This Isn't that what they're after?

Night Qingluo is really a woman full of hope.

……

The tomb of the king of mausoleum is so dangerous that he will not rush to the tomb at night.

What's more, she had to go back at night to give Ziling a needle.

Therefore, she asked people to go back to the old house, and then let Qiao Jin and Yan Xiaoyi go to Taohua 3000 and spend some money to get all the information about the tomb of the king of mausoleum.

After all, it's a place where you'll die if you move. You have to be careful.

A large group of people returned to the old house.

Just walked in to inquire, I saw that the robber saint was holding a golden bottle and carefully wiping it, and his expression on his face was incomparably pious.

"What are you doing, Grandpa thief?" Glass Cat blinks nimble eyes and stares at the robber saint.

Speaking, the small body quickly leaped past.

Little Joe's hand was already on the shoulder of the thief.

"Bang -"

there was a loud noise, the thief's hand trembled, and the gold bottle in his hand rolled on the ground, making a loud sound.

"My Golden Vase -"

the thief knelt on the ground with a thump, and his hands trembled to pick up the Golden Vase, but

But the hands were shaking and there was no way to pick up the gold bottle.

The thief saint's wrinkled face was full of sadness.

It's like the most precious thing that I've ever cherished. I fell on the ground and broke it.

Glass Cat stolen Saint this look scared.

It's not her curiosity, but the pious attitude of the robber Saint facing the golden bottle, which is really frightening.

The surrounding mercenaries were also frightened.

Only Zhao Bo and others, as if they were used to it, took the teapot and went to the back hall to make tea.

The night clear falls the corner of the mouth twitches, walks directly to the robber saint's front.

Bend down and pick up the gold bottle.

The sight of the robber Saint sticks to the gold bottle and follows the night Qingluo to see it.

The look in the eyes seemed to be taken away.

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