Taking Stevenson to the sky, Zhao Wuling cleared his throat.

"Everyone, stop for a while, I'll introduce a person to everyone, his name is Stevenson."

Under Zhao Wuling's voice, everyone's attention was on him.

And Stevenson finally found the feeling of being watched that he deserved elsewhere.

That kind of eye-catching sight.

Stevenson finally found this feeling, took a deep breath, and then introduced it to everyone.

"In Lower Stevinson, under the order of Lord Saror, I came here specially to buy cloud soil. Lord Saror has money, you can consider quitting."

Stevenson's words sounded like a thunderbolt in everyone's ears.

Countless people from the floating city all looked up at this ignorant person.

"Where did this **** come from, I don't know that Lord Light has already set the price, is it not allowed to loot?"

"Who knows, there will always be dog things that don't know the sky and the earth."

"Wait, I think Zhao Wuling is going to do something big. This look is not right, and the process is wrong. Who have you seen who brought out the buyer?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly had the idea of watching the play.

Zhao Wuling stared at the sky one by one, looking forward to what he could say.

After Zhao Wuling introduced himself to Stevenson, he reached out and pressed his shoulder.

"Just now, I got some news from Stevenson's mouth."

"On the carriage he came, there were two girls. He said that someone else gave it to him, and he didn't spend any money."

"When I watched it, the two mothers and daughters hugged each other and cried, hehe."

If you put it on other people, at this time, you should feel that something is wrong.

But Stevenson didn't, he looked smug.

"That's not it, the mother and daughter are not bad."

Zhao Wuling's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he grabbed Stevinson's neck. The power of faith like a wave suddenly imprisoned Stevinson, and his palm gradually tightened.

"So, are you proud?"

"Destroy people's innocence, defile a good family, ruin a family's peace, are you proud of your actions?"

Stevenson's face changed suddenly at this moment.

He wanted to struggle, but his body couldn't struggle.

"let me go!"

"Do you know who is behind me, Lord Saror!"

"As long as I say a word, Lord Salor won't mind coming over and killing you!"

Zhao Wuling was like a jerk, feeling the weak strength of the other party, so he was no longer in a hurry.

He turned to look at everyone present.

"Today, remember it clearly for me. What I hate the most in the Temple of the Lord Light is bullying the weak. Today, I will use this person's head to make a sample for you."

"You, if you have the same behavior, change it immediately and give you enough compensation. I can read it for the sake of turning back and don't care about you. Without such behavior, the Temple of the Lord Light will always open the door to you."

"After today, whoever acts like this again will be my mortal enemy of the Light Lord's Temple."

After speaking, Zhao Wuling exerted force on his hand.

Stevinson struggled hard, trying to get rid of it, but he was wrapped in such a majestic power of faith and could not move.

"let me go!"

"Such a little thing, you care about your mother here!"

"I can tell you that this is the way the city of Darrow behaves. If you have the ability, you will arrest them all!"

Before Stevinson could speak, Zhao Wuling directly strangled his neck.

He calmly shook off the blood on his hands.

"Since Darrow City is like this, from now on, Darrow City will never have any cooperation with the Temple of the Lord of Light."

"If you think my words are useless, then wait for the Lord of Light to decide for himself."

Among the crowd, a messenger from Darrow City hurried forward with a sincere expression on his face.

"Lord Zhao Wuling, calm down. Although there are many merchants in Darrow City, not everyone is like this. Only Saror bullies men and women, and does all the deeds of conscience!"

Zhao Wuling glanced at the man.

"That's easy to handle, when will you clean up these scum from Darrow City, and then contact my Guangzhu Temple, come, send this Darrow City, distinguished guest."

Zhao Wuling was really angry, and these words were very domineering.

The many messengers present all shrank their heads one by one, and hurriedly sent a voice transmission to their own floating city master to explain what happened today.

Only the messenger from Darrow City looked at Zhao Wuling with despair, as if all his strength had been drained.

"Is it true that what your lord said, as long as we clear up the scum like Saror, will you give me the Darrow City cloud soil transaction?"

Zhao Wuling glanced at him.

"My Lord's Temple has always done what I say."

The Darrow City messenger gritted his teeth and saluted Zhao Wuling.

"Then I ask Lord Zhao Wuling to do us a favor. Can you let everyone present hide today's events for the time being? If Salor is disturbed and he is prepared, I'm afraid that the people will not live well by then."

"I hope..."

Zhao Wuling spoke directly.

"The prodigal son can't change the money. Since Darrow City is interested, please keep your mouth shut. After the encirclement and suppression are completed, we can discuss it again. How about it?"

A group of people nodded hastily.

Is there anyone who dares to nod?

Such a cheap cloud soil, such a sincere seller, who wants to miss it?

"Yes, listen to Lord Zhao Wuling's orders."

The messengers present were all very fortunate. Fortunately, Darrow City was the one who caused the trouble. They had to send the news back quickly and let the city owner correct it.

In such a world where the strong eat the weak, bullying men and women is too normal.

The Temple of the Lord of Light is a heresy.

After confirming that the others were all right, Zhao Wuling threw the photo stone in his hand to the sky. All the words he had asked about Stevenson before appeared above the sky.

"These are all evidences of crime. You have read it today, and please keep it in your heart. Don't violate the rules of the Temple of the Lord of Light."

Everyone present nodded.

As Stevenson's body fell into the endless abyss of the immortal world, the coachman leaned on the side of the carriage at that moment, clutching the wheel with his hands, and weeping like rain.

The mournful wailing and roar, as if mad.

No one could understand the rising and falling emotions in his heart.

The members of the Temple of the Lord of Light on the side also accompanied him silently. After he had enough crying and tossing enough, he took him into the Canglan Star Territory.

In a quaint-looking courtyard, the driver saw his wife and daughter again. They had changed into new clothes. Although they were handsome, their eyes were full of tears.

Between Gu Pan, a trace of resentment and grievance filled the brow.

When the driver saw this scene, his heart throbbed. Like a thousand knives scraping meat.