Chapter 510 Lost Goods
"Yeah, I'm going to come to drink with this old man more often in the future."
"Certainly, definitely, less of anything, not less wine."
"Everyone is so happy, let's go and drink."
Xu Tianyu spoke, and everyone moved.
In the future, the Orc Legion, which is famous for moving the continent, was established in such a pleasant atmosphere. I am afraid that no one would have thought of it.
That night, as Xu Tianyu said, everyone drank and got down, not even Xu Tianyu was surprised.
Mainly because of happiness, it made him forget a lot of troubles.
However, Beihuang, this huge machine, began to operate continuously on the second day.
They started to expand with Watt City as the main city. As a king, how could there not be a king city.
What's more, Xu Tianyu, the king who unified Beihuang.
Although Xu Tianyu didn't pay much attention to these material things, but Ye Ji and Bai Lao were determined to implement it, Xu Tianyu was able to let them go.
While Beihuang was still celebrating their new king, the Qingshan faction ran into trouble.
Tang De, the elder of the Qingshan faction's outer sect, with a group of disciples, looked gloomily at the messy dock in front of him.
This is Qingshan Pai's private pier in Bright City.
No one has ever dared to do things. As the leader of this area, the Qingshan faction is full of face.
But last night, someone entered here to do damage, and the guarded disciples were knocked unconscious, and all the goods stored here, those that could be removed, were directly removed.
Those who can't be moved are directly smashed, but no one knows about such a big thing.
Because the people of Minglang City all know that this area belongs to the Qingshan faction, and no one will come near to death at all.
If it wasn't for Todd coming out to deliver supplies today, maybe no one would have discovered the situation here.
"See who did it?"
Tang De endured his anger, looked at the sober disciple in front of him, and asked sternly.
"I've seen the elders, and the other party made a move too fast at that time, plus the sky was dark, all... disciples didn't see anything clearly."
"Hmph, trash."
Tang De kicked over, and the disciple fainted again within a few minutes of thinking about it.
The surrounding disciples didn't dare to speak out, but all of them were full of anger. Their Qingshan faction was used to being domineering, and now there are people grabbing things and grabbing them in front of them. How could they swallow this arrogance.
"Hmph, how much have we lost, have you counted them?"
One of the disciples in charge of the inventory came out sweating profusely, hesitantly daring to speak.
"You're dumb, tell me quickly."
In the face of Tang De's scolding, the disciple gritted his teeth and said.
"Hui... Hui Elder, today there was... a batch of tributes to be sent to the Qingyu Sect..."
Todd listened, and the last trace of calm was gone.
Grabbing the disciple by the shoulders, eyes wide, lips twitching, but there is still a glimmer of hope.
"No, that batch of goods is still right, right, you talk..."
"All... all gone." The disciple hesitated for a moment and said the worst result.
Tang De only felt his blood gushing out, and he vomited out a mouthful of old blood.
"Elder, elder..."
"Quick, send the elder back to the sect..."
The surrounding disciples were startled and panicked.
A day later, in the main hall of the Qingshan Sect, Changhu, the sect master of the Qingshan Sect, looked at the elder below with a gloomy expression.