"Senior Black Crow, we went to see the City Lord before, and it was only after he agreed that we came here. Please, senior, lend us a hand."
"Scram."
The only response Wang Zheng got was a single word.
"What's wrong with this guy?" Qin Yi frowned.
Wang Zheng chuckled bitterly, "Senior Black Crow has a strange personality. Whatever you do, don't speak up, let me handle it."
"Senior Black Crow..."
"Scram." Before Wang Zheng could finish his words, a roar from inside interrupted him.
"Senior Black Crow, please let me finish my sentence," Wang Zheng pleaded.
"I told you to scram, didn't you hear?" The person inside sounded as if he held a grudge against Wang Zheng, speaking in a harsh and malevolent tone.
Mo Wuji, Bai Jingqing, and others slightly frowned.
"The person in there is really unfriendly, isn't he? If you don't want to help, just say so, no need for such harsh words," Hua Rui complained.
