Meng Bailou asked for a cup of hot tea and sat on the ground with an earthy face.
While angry, I can't help but feel regretful.
His body was seriously injured, but he took another blow from Suning.
This is good. Without three to five years of recuperation, he will not be able to return to the seventeenth level of force.
There is no time to delay in overthrowing the Six Meridians of China, but it falls at this juncture.
The strongest trump card he had brought out from Xuanmen with great determination failed to have the desired effect, and he was arrested instead.
I don't think it's okay, but the more I think about it, the angrier I get.
Meng Bailou, who had always been arrogant and arrogant, wished he could bite his tongue and kill himself to avoid being embarrassed here.
"How's it going? Now that you've calmed down and drank some tea, can we talk about the Taoist?"
Suning sat across from Lingxi and couldn't help but tap the white jade seal and urged: "Think carefully, you can't deceive me with random lies."
"I have no other hobbies except drinking human blood."
"Especially the blood of a master like you, the taste is so delicious that you won't want to leave."
As he spoke, he did not forget to lick his tongue in a pretentious manner, and the warning was self-evident.
Meng Bailou put the tea cup aside, resisted the urge to swear, and said with difficulty: "I am not a three-year-old child, don't lie to me with these ignorant and deceptive lies."
"Drink human blood? If I really put a glass for you, would you dare to drink it?"
Hu Zhiying's eyes were shining, and she said eagerly: "I dare to drink. I can drink as much as I want."
"Let's hurry up and start with the neck first?"
Meng Bailou said with a black face on the spot: "Get out of here, you, the monster traitor, don't count."
Hu Zhiying put her hands on her hips and cursed angrily: "You old man, who do you look down on?"
Meng Bailou said angrily: "Who can say that they will never die? I have calculated that I will only be one hundred and thirty years old this year."
"With my level of cultivation, it will not be a problem to live to be three hundred years old."
"It's your grandfather who's time is coming. He might just close his eyes and burp his butt."
Hu Zhiying went crazy and said: "Curse my grandfather? You bastard, I will bite you to death."
Meng Bailou provoked: "Bite me to death, ask Yi Lao Mo Tong if he agrees."
The two got more and more quarrelsome, and they started to fight.
Suning had no choice but to stop him and said: "Okay, stop talking nonsense. If anyone causes trouble for me again, go to the bathroom and eat shit."
Lingxi, who was drinking tea, choked and quickly turned sideways and coughed: "Can't you be more polite?"
Suning clapped her mouth and said with understanding: "Eat dada."
Lingxi put his hand on his forehead and had nothing to say.
On the other side, Hu Zhiying got into the kitchen full of evil spirits, cursing and obviously not convinced.
Meng Bailou stopped as soon as he felt good, straightened his legs and said, "Where do you start?"
"Well, how much do you know about the Keepers?"
Suning replied: "Chinese law enforcers are worshiped by the Six Meridians."
"According to the agreement made back then, the existence of the Dao Keepers is to balance all parties."
"No one wants to break the six-legged situation."
Meng Bailou asked: "What else?"
Suning thought deeply: "The supreme power is beyond the scope of the agreement."
"This is the laissez-faire of the Six Meridians, and it is also the ambition of those who keep the Tao."
"From the earliest days of being impartial and selfless to today's selfishness, the word "righteous" has become the biggest joke in China."
Meng Bailou groped around randomly on his body, pulled out half a pack of deflated Chinese cigarettes, and asked cautiously: "Can I smoke it?"
Suning raised her eyebrows and said, "Xixi hates the smell of cigarettes, you'd better not smoke."
The old man insisted: "I like to have one when I'm talking about business. It makes me feel happy and makes it easier to talk."
