Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

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"Bold! Stop hurting the young master!"

At the moment when the youth made his voice, the terrifying spiritual power radiated from Fu Bo's body, and his figure instantly disappeared in place.

When it appeared again, it was already beside the youth.

It has to be said that as the guard of the youth, Fu Bo was very calm and made a choice immediately.

For him, the life of youth is naturally the first!

Fu Bo reached out and caught the youth's shoulder!

Fu Bo is ready to transfer the youth out!

Fu Bo's expression changed because he found an important problem!

That is, he can't move a young man!

But I asked why the fifth-grade strength couldn't shake this young boss!

Could it be that his strength is far superior to himself?

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For a moment, a nasty feeling rarely appeared in Fu Bo's heart, but he was immediately left behind.

His task is to protect the youth. If there is anything wrong with the youth, he will definitely not have any good results!

"Silver Palm!"

Fu Bo promptly changed the target and patted Luochuan with a palm.

Compared with the youth before him, I don't know how terrifying it is.

There were even slight black cracks on the edge of the palm that shone in silver light!

"too slow."

Unexpectedly, Luo Chuan's faint voice rang beside him.

Fu Bo stiffened.

The "Luochuan" ahead slowly dissipated, which was an afterimage!

And Luo Chuan's palm lightly fell on Fu Bo's shoulder, and the terrifying spiritual power burst out instantly!

An imperceptible voice sounded, and the expression on Fubo's face instantly solidified.

In the next moment, a breeze blew from outside.

Fu Bo's body seemed to have been weathered for countless years, and directly turned into smoke and disappeared.

"You! You actually killed Fu Bo!"

The young man watched this scene with a shocked expression on his face.

But with a light pat, Uncle Fu, who asked the realm, died immediately, how strong should this boss be?

Ask the pinnacle? Lord? Or... the legendary saint?

The young man didn't dare to think about it anymore, he already regretted why he came to this alley so idly.

However, when people perceive a life crisis, they often make some unexpected actions. This is the case with the youth in front of them.

When he saw Luo Chuan set his gaze on him, the young man took a deep breath, keeping as calm as possible.

"Senior, it was the junior's fault, I can compensate you..." the young man said.

Luo Chuan remained unmoved, and his indifferent voice sounded: "People always pay for what they do. Our shop rules, and the troublemakers in the shop die."

In a word, the fate of the youth has been laid.

Hearing this, the youth could no longer remain calm, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

"No! You can't kill me! Do you know who I am? I am the Young Palace Master of Silver Moon Palace!"

"If you kill me, my father will not let you go!"

"No! Please, kill me..."

Luo Chuan ignored it at all, and fell on the young man with a fluttering palm.

"Ok?"

Luo Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Unlike before, a jade pendant on the youth's waist suddenly radiated brilliance, blocking Luo Chuan's palm.

At the same time, a breath of terror was brewing.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing that the whole body was protected by Guanghua, the young man burst into laughter, his eyes full of spite when he looked at Luo Chuan.

"There is a spirit of my father in this jade pendant. You can't kill me."

"My father is a strong man at the pinnacle, please accept it to death!"

At the same time, the brilliance emanating from Yupei brought the youth to the outside of the store.

There is a spirit in the jade pendant, which is enough to see how much the Palace Lord of Yinyue Mansion attaches to the youth.

The youth also forgot the horror of Luochuan at this time, and his heart was full of joy.

Out of self-confidence in his father's strength, the young man was afraid of Luochuan before half a minute.

The typical healed scar and forgot to hurt.