Billionaire God of War

"I've brought back all the pieces. These are the best engineers who are sure to restore the coffin to its original shape."

The old urchin reached for it and shook his head: "it's useless."

He sighed and gently stroked the coffin board.

This kind of coffin is made of millennial wood. Now it's not sure whether we can find it or not. Even if we can find it, there are no craftsmen who can make it again.

What has been repaired, of course, is not as good as a coffin in good condition.

"I can't fix it. It's just to restore the shape. It's useless. Forget it."

He took back his hand, some reluctant, but there was no way.

"That son of a bitch, is forcing me, let me have no way back."

The old urchin snorted and said with emotion, "he is as cunning, as treacherous and as bottomless as ever."

Jiangning waved a few engineers out.

"What's special about this coffin?"

In front of me, the breath of this black coffin is really different. I can see that it has experienced many years, but it still has a steady breath. The coffin is covered, as if it can be isolated from the world.

"This is the coffin of longevity."

The old urchin said, "if you sleep in it, you can live many more years. Even a corpse can survive for thousands of years."

Jiangning pupils shrink, so magical?

"It's rare to find a thousand year old tree. None of it can be found here now."

The old urchin sighed, "that son of a bitch, how can he be willing to destroy it? Don't you just want to force me?"

"I must kill him!"

His murderous spirit is peaceful, completely different from the murderous spirit of the previous tyrants.

At the moment, the old urchin seems to be more conscious. I'm afraid he has many memories in his mind, but Jiangning didn't ask.

Jiangning doesn't know the origin of these coffins and these people, but he knows that all this must have something to do with Jidao boxing.

He doesn't know what Mr. Lang wants to do.

"I know you have a lot of questions, and I can't remember them now, but I will tell you what I know."

the old urchin turned his head and looked at Jiangning, "you boy, you look good."

"I just want to know what Mr. Lang wants to do."

"He wanted to save people."

Said the old urchin.

Saving people?

If it's to save people, that's the right starting point.

"But in order to save people, he can kill other people, everyone, as long as it will affect him to save people, he will kill, even relatives and brothers, even innocent passers-by."

Jiangning eyes a shock, so fierce?

That's selfish!

"This person, who has no bottom line, is regarded as a treasure by him. It's a blessing, but if it's not, it's normal for him to kill you."

"When did you all come from?"

Jiangning looked at the old urchin and asked.

He can feel that the old urchin and Mr. Lang are obviously not of this era, especially the coffin. As long as they sleep in it, they can live many more years.

The 60 year old man, in front of the old urchin, is called a child by him. It can be seen that the old urchin is not young.

"What era?"

The old urchin raised his head, eyes turned and patted his head.

"I can't remember it."

he shook his head. "Ah, it was that bastard who hurt me and almost killed me. Now I can't remember it. I just remember that I had to kill him."

"I only remember that in our time, there were many people practicing martial arts. It was a big world. There were many great masters everywhere. Great masters were not as good as dogs, but only a few of them could reach the top of our class."

"What about them?"

Jiangning asked again.

"And they?"

The old urchin seemed to be stuck, "what about them? What about them? What about them? Yes, what about them? "