unconsciously, a line of cold sweat flowed down xiao anhe's forehead.
although lord jie xian in front of him assured him that nothing would happen, xiao anhe was pounding in his heart. he knew very well that the other party's verbal promise was not credible at all.
if it comes to a critical moment of life and death, the other party will betray him without hesitation and use him to take the blame.
just like the personal maid who had just killed him, she was cold and decisive, without any hesitation.
thinking of this, xiao anhe's heart was full of bitterness. he knew that this was the price he needed to pay.
he swallowed hard twice, trying to drive away the uneasiness in his heart.
"i wonder why you came here, sir?"
without saying a word, the masked male cultivator took out three storage rings made of black iron, handed them to xiao anhe, and said coldly: "this batch of goods is almost done, you can arrange for them to be transported to baishi city as soon as possible, where i will send someone to take care of you.”
"baishicheng? still the old rules?" xiao anhe asked.
"old rules, business as usual."
"this... sir, i've been a little restless lately. let's take a breather or find another way." xiao anhe suggested.
hearing this, the masked male cultivator's eyes instantly turned cold and he glared: "talk, just do as you are told. if you don't want to do it, i can replace you with someone else."
substitution?
xiao anhe broke out in cold sweat after hearing these two words.
he is not stupid at all, and naturally knows the weight of the word substitution. substitution means silence. by then, he will not even have the chance to be a scapegoat.
xiao anhe was so frightened that his legs trembled and he scratched the ground with his head, "sir, please calm down. i will just do as you are told."
"that's good. there will be a reward after everything is accomplished. this is your share last time."
with that said, the masked male cultivator took out a storage ring and threw it to xiao anhe. the ring rolled on the ground a few times, made a ding-dong sound, and stopped in front of xiao anhe.
xiao anhe rushed forward like a dog, held the ring tightly in his hand, and examined it.
after confirming that it was correct, he quickly looked at the masked male cultivator flatteringly, "thank you, sir, thank you, sir. i will be loyal and do my job well."
seeing xiao anhe's funny look, the masked male cultivator burst out laughing.
he touched xiao anhe's face, patted it twice, and scolded with a smile: "you really look like a dog."
xiao anhe quickly echoed, "sir, i am your dog, a loyal dog."
the way he licked his face was very shameless, but it made the masked male cultivator quite satisfied.
"very good. what a good dog. good job."
"yes, sir, don't worry."
xiao anhe lowered his head and quickly said yes. when he raised his head, the masked male cultivator had disappeared without a trace and left.
seeing this, xiao anhe's body softened and he slumped on the ground. he wiped the sweat off his face and breathed a sigh of relief.
just now, he had escaped from the gate of hell. the masked male cultivator gave him a great shock. if he was not careful, he might be killed by the other party, killing and silenced, just like the maid before.
she looked at the body of the personal maid on the ground and sighed, feeling quite desolate like a rabbit dying and a fox grieving.
"don't blame me. i didn't kill you. if you want to blame, blame the xiao family tribulation immortal. he killed you and it had nothing to do with me."
xiao anhe murmured in a low voice, just asking for peace of mind.
he sighed heavily. he knew that if he wanted to change his destiny, he could only become stronger and break through the tribulation immortal. otherwise, he would always be at the mercy of others.
"to become stronger, you must break through the tribulation immortal. it is worth paying any price for it."
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