The blood-refining formation
Translator: 549690339
"Yes,"
dugu luo was standing beside zhang ling. he was still wearing a man's green robe. he had a faint smile on his face, and he looked very charming. his right hand was holding a yellow bullet shell with his slender fingers. " i'm very curious too, chief jiang. your puppets and the weapons you have are really mysterious and powerful. "
"Can you answer our questions?"
"I can't,"
Also, your father is dead, "Jiang Li said.
“……”
Dugu Luo's expression froze. He looked down at dugu Huangcheng's body and said coldly, "he's dead.
"ever since my mother died because of him, he was no longer my father."
"Chief Jiang, you really don't give me any face."
dugu luo smiled. " back then, i gave a 10-year-old red fruit to gang leader jiang. "
"I'm afraid I don't dare to eat it now."
Jiang Li said.
"Chief Jiang, I advise you to say it."
"You said you still had a chance to live," Zhang Ling added.