The Demonic King Chases His Wife

First Elder’s cold eyes swept over that pile of rubble and coldly snorted: “The main hall merely suffered some damage, that’s all, what does it matter? Compared to the city of crime, this pales in insignificance.” Thıs content belongs to NovєlFіre.net

“The city of crime?” Emperor Ming clearly wanted to be excused to return and change into a clean dragon robe, but hearing First Elder mention this matter, he couldn’t help but be slightly stunned, “What happened to the city of crime?”

First Elder flew down from mid-air, standing on the steps with his hands clasped behind his back, he cast a glance at Emperor Ming from up high and looking down, then indifferently said: “The city of crime is far from here, your information still hasn’t transmitted over, naturally don’t know.”

“Requesting First Elder to inform me.” Emperor Ming cautiously sized up First Elder, as if trying to find some clue on his face.

At this moment, First Elder stroked his snow-white beard and heartily laughed: “The city of crime was destroyed.”

A short six words, immediately stunned Emperor Ming.

The city of crime was destroyed? A difficult problem that perplexed Northern Mo for so many years, was just so easily solved like this? Emperor Ming had a feeling of placing himself in an ocean of cotton, very giddy and dizzy.

“This, how is this possible? What happened in the end ah?” Emperor Ming’s pair of eyes were bewildered, in the bewilderment also appeared a trace of excitement that he was unable to suppress.

First Elder enigmatically stroke his goat beard, raised his eyes to gaze into the distance. His gaze was deep and remote: “Regarding this matter, it’s all thanks to that old friend of mine I haven’t seen in many years. Old Man Mo really knows the code of brotherhood ah, actually doing us such a huge favor.”