Cultivating Immortals in Space: Cannon Fodder Becomes a Boss in the Wasteland

Chapter 47 This is the price for your rudeness

The old man is kind-hearted and personable.

It's like a refined and elegant old gentleman coming out of an oil painting.

Opposite him, you won't feel the slightest bit of pressure, but a feeling of spring breeze rushing towards your face.

The white man from before followed him obediently.

He never looked up from the beginning to the end.

The old man slowly walked up to the man in black, looking at the almost invisible wound between his eyebrows.

A gleam of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to calm.

Turning around, he said kindly to the girl's face.

"Ms. Morika has such a strong temper."

The old man spoke in pure Iberian.

"The old man's concentration is not bad, he must have observed me in the house for a long time."

The Mo language responded with Iliban.

His eyes glanced diagonally above the giant door.

There's a hidden camera there.

She was stern and arrogant.

"We have been passed down for thousands of years. We have seen the noble family of the last emperor of Charlemagne. Even the old families in the Western Continent dare not give us face. How dare you, a new upstart, let me take off my mask?"

Mo Yu raised his chin and questioned unceremoniously.

The domineering pride of an underworld princess is vividly displayed.

"If this is how you treat guests, I don't care if I don't enter this door."

Turn around while talking.

about to leave.

The girl strolled in the courtyard, her eyes unmoved.

Walk straight in the airtight siege.

The dark crowd surrounded her, like a floating black cloud, moving with her movement.

The muzzles of each black hole were attacking her.

The sound of clicking, clicking, and loading the trigger followed one after another.

But no one dared to shoot.

She walked forward without fear, ignoring the bottomless spearheads.

It seems that from the beginning to the end, these muzzles that are ready to go and can easily shoot her into a hornet's nest have not been taken to heart.

Seeing that she was about to leave.

"Slow down," the old man's voice came from behind.

He slowly came to the girl, smiling kindly.

"My dear lady, no matter how you killed our people in our territory, you have to give us an explanation."

"There is no explanation."

"This is the price you should pay for your offense."

The girl didn't change her expression, she said in a leisurely manner.

The attitude is tough and proud.

The old man's old eyes narrowed slowly.

The two looked at each other.

One is calm, and the other is as deep as the sea.

Deep water is blue, and black water is deep.

Facing the ancient well without waves, the deep and cold eyes are as breathtaking as the abyss.

The old man suddenly laughed.

"Worthy of being a descendant of the Tulip family, young, amazingly courageous and admirable, honorable Miss Morika, it was my subordinates who took the liberty before, please come inside."

As he spoke, he led the girl back to the gate.

As he passed the corpses on the ground, he didn't even look at them.

I don't care at all.

When Mo Yu stepped into the gate again, there was no alarm in the hall.

Go into the hall.

Inside is a huge conference room.

Resplendent domes, palace-like decorations, ancient giant oil paintings, precious Renaissance artworks, magnificent oriental porcelain, and precious leather seats.

Compared with this, the lobby outside is vulgar and cheap, like a slum.

Although the interior is not as spacious and bright as the lobby of the building.

But none of the introverted and low-key luxury goods inside is comparable to the outside.

　Ask for a monthly pass, recommend a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)