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Luoqingtong and yeqianyu receive a report that louluo sent someone to apologize.

Luo Qingtong's face smile: "it's really coming."

Her words export, on the other side of the night thousands of pale complexion: "he is afraid of your hands of the underworld quota."

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

"You'd better leave it to them."

"Give them full authority to act for you."

"Only in this way can we not become the target of public criticism."

The night thousand words export, Luo clear pupil's eye light tiny MI.

Yeqianmu seldom advises her like this.

Generally speaking, how can you spit out what you hold in your hand.

But she knew that it must be for her good.

"Can't I give you that pulse?"

She asked tentatively.

Yeqianmu refused to explain the truth to her.

She can only do it by herself.

Anyway, she can find out, and has been close to the core of this power, night Qianmu will not stop her.

But the night thousand mu hears her words, immediately then the vision deeply looked at her one eye, the way: "I that pulse, still have no qualification."

Yeqianyu's words reveal a lot of information.

In other words, the pulse of yeqianyu has not been recognized by Xuantian temple, that is to say, he is not one of the eight main roads.

And yeqianmu himself is a school of his own.

Then, he is neither from Tianzu nor directly represents the way of heaven, that is to say.

Will he be the coming Ninth Avenue?

And the people in Xuantian temple have not admitted him yet?

What's the reason?

What are the people in Xuantian Temple waiting for?

Most importantly, what are they waiting for to prove?

Luo clear pupil thinks so, immediately then see to night thousand.

The latter's face returned to the past and did not speak any more.

Luo Qingtong knows that it's impossible to ask anything from the mouth of night qiangu again, and he immediately beeps.

But it doesn't matter. She can find out for herself.

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

"They're in the underworld. What do they want?"

"This time, we'll take part in the Eighth Avenue, right?"

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"Well."

The night a thousand low hum.

"All of them will take part. None of them will fall."

"Therefore, I suggest that you give the right of quota allocation to Rong Qi."

As a matter of fact, other people get the right to allocate quotas, which is basically the case.

It's impossible to bypass Eighth Avenue.

We can only say whether the number of places allocated is large or small.

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

In this way, we will not suffer from the fish in the pond!

Otherwise, no matter which side is biased, those who control the power of distribution will not benefit.

In fact, this time, if Luo Qingtong and others had not been shocked, the right of distribution would not have fallen outside the people of Badao.

The only difference is whether they are in the open or in the dark.

But in the night thousand words export of time, Luo clear pupil but didn't pay attention to his words of those meanings, but looked at him, asked: "in the underworld, what?"

"Why, one or two, do they want that?"

Especially elder Qin and others.

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

But this meeting, after listening to the words of night thousand, Luo Qingtong suddenly feel, not so simple.