Meng Yang knew that Fat Grandpa had good intentions and was worried that something would happen to him, so he nodded with a smile.

However, Meng Yang was not afraid of the owner of the fat grandfather.

According to Meng Yang's speculation, the museum owner is at most a three-star monk, and there is nothing to be scary about.

Following the direction guided by Fat Grandpa, Mengyang soon saw a vermilion gate.

Meng Yang walked in and found that there were many Tai Chi stones placed at the entrance of the gym.

It should be true. Zhao Huanhuan should have bought Tai Chi Stone for him, so he was conspired to be noticed.

Meng Yang closed his eyes and felt carefully that Zhao Huanhuan's breath seemed to be still there, but at this moment, the breath was getting weaker and weaker, as if it was about to disappear in the next moment.

"Oh no, something is going to happen to Zhao Huanhuan!"

Meng Yang didn't say anything, and took a step forward and went to find someone.

But as soon as he walked into the gym, he was struggling by a middle-aged man coming towards him.

"Sir, what are you going to buy?

Tai Chi Stone?”

The middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"Where is your owner?"

Meng Yang's face was expressionless, but his voice was a little cold.

The middle-aged man was obviously stunned for a moment. He came to their store not to buy Tai Chi stones, but did to care about the whereabouts of the owner. This was a bit strange.

But the owner is busy in the basement now?

Where can I have time to take care of you?

"Sorry, our owner is not here. If you want to buy Tai Chi stones, just look for me!"

The middle-aged man's voice also became a little cold.

"I just ask you where is your owner!"

Meng Yang asked with a cold face again.

"Are you here to make trouble?"

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at Meng Yang. Meng Yang didn't look like he was buying Tai Chi stones at all, but he seemed to be looking for trouble.

He immediately stepped forward and reached out to push Meng Yang: "If you want to buy, buy, get out if you don't buy..." "Bang!"

However, before he finished speaking, Meng Yang had already punched him in the head.

The middle-aged man screamed in pain all his life, flew backwards three meters away, looking at Meng Yang with horror.

"Who are you?

Why hit someone?

We are doing regular business. Are you not afraid of us calling the police if you are honest here?”

"Call the police, do you dare?"

Meng Yang took a step forward and lifted the middle-aged man up, strangled his neck tightly: "Tell me, where did you hide my friend?"

"What girlfriend?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, still pretending not to know.

"Bang."

Meng Yang slapped her directly, and five red fingers appeared on the middle-aged man's cheek.

"Bang."

Meng Yang slapped him in the face again: "Do you say it or not, I will kill you today!"

"Smack!"

Meng Yang slapped more than a dozen times a year, and four or five of the middle-aged man's front teeth were knocked off. His face, which was swollen like a pig's head, immediately started to wail miserably.

This is really a cruel person.

He started fighting after a disagreement. If this continues, he really suspects that Meng Yang will cripple him, and the middle-aged man suddenly became guilty.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting, I said I said it's not okay..." The middle-aged man said with a sad face: "My master...he and your friends are all in the basement..." "Basement?"

Meng Yang frowned. No wonder he could not determine the location even though he could dare to know Zhao Huanhuan's breath, and he turned out to be hidden in the basement.

Meng Yang kicked the middle-aged man in the ass: "Take me there quickly..."... At this moment, in the dark and wet basement.

The two disciples of the Martial Alliance were unconscious like dead pigs and lay on the ground.

However, Zhao Huanhuan was already awakened by Wudaozi with cold water.

When he saw the black-robed Taoist priest in front of him, Zhao Huanhuan was so scared that he immediately retreated: "What are you...what are you going to do?

I tell you, don’t do anything nonsense, I am a policeman, and these two people around me... are from the Wu League. If you offend us, you can’t afford to take care of it."

“So what about the police?

So what about the Martial Alliance?

In my Ghost Witch Sect's eyes, it's no different from garbage."

Wu Daozi smiled coldly and said.

Zhao Huanhuan was stunned for a moment.

Ghost Witch Cult?

This Wudaozi is actually a member of the Ghost Witch Sect?

She remembered that Qianjinzi was also a member of the Ghost Witch Sect, and Qianjinzi was also the Supreme Elder. Could it be that there is any connection between Qianjinzi and Wudaozi?

"What is your relationship with Qianjinzi?"

Zhao Huanhuan looked at Wu Daozi with a cautious look on his face.

“Huh?”

Wu Daozi was surprised now. Unexpectedly, Zhao Huanhuan knew his master's name: "I will tell you that Qianjinzi is my master, what's wrong?

Are you scared by my master's name?"

"Since I'm scared, then lie on the ground and don't move, let grandpa, enjoy it!"

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Huanhuan kicked him, but unfortunately Wu Daozi avoided it.

"You Ghost Witch Cult helps the evildoer to abuse, and the daughter of a thousand gold killed countless people. It has long become the one we official to kill. Since you have something to do with the daughter of a thousand gold, I advise you to turn back and be on the shore, otherwise you will not have a good end."

"Hahaha."

But when Zhao Huanhuan said this, Wu Daozi immediately laughed wildly: "Little girl, I said you are really naive?"

I don’t have a good ending, I think you should be the one who doesn’t have a good ending now!"

Wu Daozi snorted coldly and said, "I originally planned to let you go, but I didn't expect you to catch my master, so I'm sorry."

"From now on, I will not only join you, but I will also kill you. In this way, no one will come to capture my master, hahaha..." "You..." Seeing Wu Daozi pounce on him, Zhao Huanhuan was so scared that she sweated coldly on her forehead.

She is now tied up with her hands, and has just been confused by Wu Daozi's drug, and now she has no strength left in her body.

It is simply a dream to escape from Wu Daozi.

what to do?

That's really called surrender, is it just like this?

But despite this, Zhao Huanhuan continued to struggle. She would rather die than succumb to this kind of lust.

"Hahaha, I just like to see your stubborn look and struggle, and see when you can struggle!"

Wu Daozi laughed and turned into a restaurant, and rushed towards Zhao Huanhuan directly.

"Bang!"

But at this moment, the basement door was kicked open.

Wu Daozi, who was about to pounce on Zhao Huanhuan, was stunned for a moment. He looked at the man at the door facing the light. When he saw it, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!