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"The master has already given away Qicai Ganoderma." Zhou's mother shook her head.

"As a gift? To whom?" Murong Cheng's smile froze.

"A young man named Lu Chen." Zhou's mother said matter-of-factly.

"What? Did you give it to that kid?"

Murong Cheng frowned and looked a little ugly.

A treasure like Qicai Ganoderma was actually given to a poor loser. What an old fool!

Even if Lu Chen saved Xue'er's life, he had given all the rewards he deserved. How could he be so kind to others?

"Can I have it back?"

Murong Cheng was a little unwilling.

I just gave a guarantee in front of Watanabe Tenming, but I didn't expect that something would go wrong so soon.

"You know the master's character. It's impossible to get back what you gave away." Zhou's mother denied.

"Damn it! How could this kid be worthy of such a treasure?" Murong Cheng was a little annoyed.

"Master Cheng, who is Lu Chen? How can he be respected by the old general?" Watanabe Tenming asked tentatively.

"An unknown person was lucky enough to save my daughter's life, so he pleases the old man." Murong Cheng explained.

"Based on this, this seven-color Ganoderma lucidum is no longer destined for me?" Watanabe Tenming narrowed his eyes.

“Not necessarily”

As if he thought of something, Murong Cheng rolled his eyes and lowered his voice: "Master Tian Ming, if we can't do it in the light, we can do it in the dark. That boy Lu Chen doesn't have any ability. With the energy of the Watanabe family, he can seize the Qicai Ganoderma." , shouldn’t be difficult, right?”

"Take?"

Watanabe Tianming raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this person on good terms with the old general? If I do this, will I offend the old general?"

"If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, who will know?"

Murong Cheng smiled meaningfully: "Besides, my old man is just a newbie. It is impossible for him to go to war for a poor boy. Young Master Tianming, just act with peace of mind. I will take care of it for you, and there will never be any problems!"

"Really?"

Hearing this, Watanabe Tenming was quite moved: "Since Lord Cheng has said so, I will take the risk and give it a try."

"Master Tianming, look for the right opportunity before striking. If you can, it's best after you seize the treasure."

Murong Cheng did not say anything clearly, but made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Since Lu Chen doesn't know how to praise, there is no use keeping him.

Fortunately, I borrowed a knife to kill someone and got rid of this fly.

"I must comply with Lord Cheng's request and take my leave now."

Watanabe Tenmei nodded slightly, then stood up and bowed.

Finally, he took two guards and left quietly.

"Mama Zhou, what happened today is rotten in your stomach, do you understand?" Murong Cheng glanced to the side.

"I understand." Zhou Ma nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to practice. You go and wait outside. No one is allowed to disturb me." Murong Cheng waved his hand.

After Zhou's mother went out, he hid the famous sword Raiqie, sat down on the bed, and began to practice silently.

Soon, a layer of black energy appeared on the surface of his body.

This layer of black air is sinister and cold. After it appears, the temperature in the room drops rapidly.

It was like an ice cellar, bitingly cold.

As he continued to practice, Murong Cheng's body suddenly began to vibrate, and large beads of sweat poured out.

The veins on his face were protruding, and his expression was painful.

The next second, Murong Cheng spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out on the spot.