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Luo Qingtong and ye Qianyu received a report that Lou Luo sent someone to apologize.

Luo Qingtong's face smiled: "it's coming."

Her words came out, and the night on the other side was pale: "he is afraid of the number of places in the underworld in your hands."

"This time, it should be deliberately for those places in the underworld in your hands."

"You'd better put it on them."

"Let them have full authority to represent you."

"In this way, we can not become the target of public criticism."

Night thousands of words exit, Luo Qingtong's eyes are slightly narrowed.

Yeqianyu seldom advised her so.

Generally speaking, what you hold in your hand can't spit out.

But she knew that yeqianyu must be doing this for her good.

"Can't give you that pulse?"

She asked tentatively.

Yeqianyu refused to tell her the truth.

She can only check it slowly by herself.

Anyway, she can find out, and has approached the core of this power, yeqianyu will not stop her.

And when yeqianyu heard her words, he immediately looked at her deeply and said, "my pulse is not qualified yet."

Yeqianyu's words revealed a lot of news.

In other words, the pulse of night thousand has not been recognized by Xuantian temple, that is to say, he is not one of the Eighth Avenue.

And yeqianyu himself became a school of his own.

Then, he is neither on the side of Tianzu, nor can he directly represent the way of heaven, that is to say.

Will he be the upcoming Ninth Avenue?

And the people in Xuantian Temple haven't admitted him yet?

What's this about?

What are the people in Xuantian Temple waiting for?

Most importantly, what are they waiting for to prove?

Luo Qingtong thought so and immediately looked at the night.

The latter's complexion returned to the previous time and did not speak again.

Luo Qingtong knew that it was impossible to ask anything from yeqianyu's mouth, and immediately tooted his mouth.

But it doesn't matter. She can check it herself.

Luo Qingtong snorted softly, then looked at night Qianyu and asked, "then they want the quota of the underworld, which is related to the order of heaven?"

"What do they want in the underworld?"

"Will you take part in the Eighth Avenue this time?"

"Yes."

The night's thousand feet whispered.

"They will all participate, not one."

"Therefore, I suggest you give the right to allocate the quota to Rong Qi."

In fact, other people get the right to allocate the quota, which is basically the case.

It's impossible to bypass the Eighth Avenue.

We can only say whether the quota allocated is more or less.

Therefore, this thing can only be assigned to the people of Badao road.

In this way, you won't suffer from fish in the pond!

Otherwise, no matter which side is biased, the person who controls the distribution power is unlikely to benefit.

In fact, if Luo Qingtong and others hadn't been so cold this time, the distribution right would not have fallen outside the people on the Eighth Avenue.

The only difference is whether the other party is in the open or in the dark.

While at the exit of yeqianyu's words, Luo Qingtong ignored the meaning of his words, but looked at him and asked, "what's in the underworld?"

"Why do they want one or two so much?"

Especially elder Qin et al.

It seems that they are stirring the wind and rain in the Chaos Tower for their own ambition.

But at this meeting, after listening to yeqianyu's words, Luo Qingtong suddenly felt that it was not so simple.