After the noisy crowd heard the voice of the master of the historian tower, like the tide of the receding water, it quickly became quiet.

"The number of the main towers of the towers is counted, and all the management matters are checked." The voice of the master of the Shijiata Tower came out again. The voice was not big but there was a majesty, so that everyone could not look straight.

In the eyes of these refining pharmacists, these tower owners are the gods who are high above. It is enough to be able to see one person on weekdays. It is enough to see seven, and everyone is excited.

"The head of the tower, the main tower of the tower of the single tower has not yet arrived." A middle-aged man stepped forward and turned to the historian of the stage.

Before the response of the historian's ancestors, there was a sudden fluctuation in spiritual power, and then a white figure passed through the barrier and fell in front of the crowd.

"I'm sorry, you are late." After the fall of Mei Baoze, he arched his hand toward the ring. As for the deputy tower owners and supervisors behind him, Mei Baoze did not take care of it.

On weekdays, the tower owners are retreating and retreating. Most of the Bodhi towers are taken care of by the deputy tower master.

For those level and subordinates, Mayaze naturally does not explain too much.

However, when Mei Baoze looked up at the top of the ring, his heart could not help but tremble.

This is not the two people!

Mei Baoze's breathing subconsciousness has been tightened up. He is sitting in his secret room, why is it that the gods are better than anyone else!

‘What are they doing over the two? Did you find Long Qingfeng? ’

Mei Baoze was guilty in his heart, but he was sitting in front of a number of strong people. He did not dare to reveal too much. He just took a glance and took back his sight. He stood in the crowd and stopped making a sound.

Mei Baoze's gaze and his unusual night plume noticed, and didn't think about it.

In the past, Mei’s deputy tower master was on the top. Now, it’s just a subordinate of Bai’s family, and he’s not at all worried about him.

"Since people are here, the death knell is ringing tonight, and our seven tower owners have made a common decision. Now tell everyone." The voice of the master of the Shijia Tower is very slow. This decision is also difficult for him to open.

Everyone, including Mei Baoze who just arrived, will raise his heart, what will be the big news of life and death?

"After the seven towers, the main decision was unanimously decided. From now on, within a hundred years, Bodhi and Baifu will join hands, and they will be honored and lost. The business of Bodhi Tower will be supervised by Baifu." The low voice of the historian tower was spread. square.

Inside the crowd, the yak was silent. After two breaths, a sudden sound was heard in the crowd.

"Tower Lord, isn't this true? Do we have to listen to the White House Order?!"

嗡——

Like the fuse, the square instantly ignited a sound.

“How could this be? How can we let the white house intervene in our industry?”

"Don't Bodhi and White House have been managed separately? How suddenly they have to merge."

"White House is playing big this time..."

"Well, Bai Jia really wants to intervene, and the medicinal materials business at home may be shrinking by more than half."

There are many opinions in the crowd, and everyone is playing their own small abacus.

They are the governors of Bodhi, but they also have their own family and their own family business, and most of their industries are related to medicine.

Baijia is the representative of Yaowang, and the main business is naturally medicinal...