The next day, a car stopped at the door of the villa where Fang Ming lived.
"Is it you?"
Looking at Mo Shisan leaning on the car door, Fang Ming was a little surprised, why did this person suddenly come to him.
"Mr. Qin, the master asked me to invite you over."
Mo Shisan didn't say much. Fang Ming pondered for a moment, that was Han Qiaoqiao's mother, and she still had to give her some face.
"Dazhu, I won't go to the store now. You and Brother Luo go there first."
Dazhu didn't say anything, but Luo Jincheng stared at Mo Shisan for a long time before finally leaving with a frown.
"Dazhu, that person just now is not simple." After walking out of the community, Luo Jincheng opened his mouth and said to Dazhu.
"What, what's wrong with that guy?"
"This person has a very heavy evil spirit, and it is also the kind of bloody evil spirit. If I am not mistaken, that person may have been contaminated with many lives."
Luo Jincheng's words made Dazhu look a little nervous, "Then if Fang Ming is with such a dangerous person, wouldn't it be dangerous?"
After saying that, Dazhu turned around and was about to go back, but was held back by Luo Jincheng.
"Don't worry." Luo Jincheng comforted: "I can see it, and Boss Fang can naturally see it too, and it seems that Boss Fang knows him, so there is no danger. I'm just curious, so I'm telling you.
One sentence."
Luo Jincheng was curious about Mo Shisan's identity. In this peaceful era, except for those cult members in their cultivation world, it was difficult for ordinary people to have such a strong blood-evil spirit. And that person didn't look like he was from the cultivation world.
Where does the strong blood-evil aura come from?
Not to mention Luo Jincheng's curiosity, Fang Ming was sitting in Mo Shisan's car at the moment, and Mo Shisan just drove silently without saying a word.
"Are you hurt?"
After staring at Mo Shisan for a while, Fang Ming suddenly spoke.
Only then did Mo Shisan glance at Fang Ming, with a look of surprise in his eyes, because he knew what was going on in his family. He suffered internal injuries, being injured by a master of the family, and it was not obvious from the outside.
Seeing that Mo Shisan had no intention of speaking, Fang Ming smiled and did not ask any more questions. Mo Shisan's injury was his own business and had nothing to do with him.
Moreover, the Tsing Yi Sect is a Jianghu sect after all, and it is normal to have fights with other sects. As a top thug, it is not surprising that Mo Shisan was injured in a sect battle.
An hour later, the car drove into a certain mountain villa, and this time Fang Ming could clearly feel that this villa was more heavily guarded than the last farmhouse. Every three to five meters there was a big man in black standing there.
He stood, staring around with a wary expression.
Is this a certain entrance of Tsing Yi Gate?
Fang Ming made a slight guess, and Mo Shisan drove the car inside the villa, and finally stopped near the backyard.
After getting off the car, Mo Shisan walked directly towards the door of the backyard. However, when he stepped into the door of the backyard, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Fang Ming, "Be careful of an old man in sackcloth."
Hearing Mo Shisan's words, Fang Ming was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Mo Shisan would actually remind himself that this was really not like the other person's character.
However, Fang Ming still nodded and gave Mo Shisan a polite smile, but he was being pretentious, because after saying this, Mo Shisan turned around and walked forward.
The backyard of the villa was very large, but the first thing Fang Ming saw was Han Qiaoqiao. Today, Han Qiaoqiao was wearing a black lace dress and was sitting there with a cold face.
Han Qiaoqiao's mother, Cao Jingru, was sitting on an imperial chair on the other side. Behind Cao Jingru stood an old man. The difference was that at this moment, the old man's face was gloomy, and his old eyes were staring at the people opposite.
Opposite Cao Jingru, an old man wearing a green mandarin jacket was also sitting on a chair, holding four Wenwan walnuts in his hand, and he was playing with them. Beside the old man, there was another old man wearing linen clothes.
, his eyes are bright and sparkling.
Behind these two old men stood a young man and two middle-aged men, and behind them were a dozen big men in black.
"Negotiation between the two gangs?"
Fang Ming frowned. He could clearly feel the smell of gunpowder between the two parties. However, why did Han Qiaoqiao's mother call him here when the two groups were negotiating.
Stepping forward, Fang Ming first gave Han Qiaoqiao a smile, and then said to Cao Jingru, "Hello, Aunt Cao."
"Fang Ming is here."
Cao Jingru also smiled back at Fang Ming, but the smile seemed a bit forced, and Han Qiaoqiao on the side grabbed Fang Ming's arm and pulled Fang Ming to sit next to him.
"What are you doing here?" Han Qiaoqiao blinked her long eyelashes a few times and asked in confusion.
"Your mother asked me to come." Fang Ming was also confused. Doesn't Han Qiaoqiao know about this?
"She asked you to come here. What kind of medicine is she selling in her gourd?"
Han Qiaoqiao glanced at her mother. In fact, she didn't know what happened. But early this morning, Mo Shisan appeared at her door. She didn't want to go, but Mo Shisan was
Without leaving, Han Qiaoqiao had no choice but to get into the car in order not to attract other people in the community or be discovered by passers-by.
"Just wait, I think there will be an answer soon."
A thoughtful look flashed in Fang Ming's eyes. Han Qiaoqiao's mother found him and Han Qiaoqiao at the same time. It was definitely not as simple as reminiscing about old times.
"Master Cao, it's time to give me an answer." Opposite, the old man playing with walnuts stopped what he was doing and stared at Cao Jingru.
Cao Jingru smiled slightly, suddenly pointed at Fang Ming and said, "I forgot to introduce you, this is my daughter's boyfriend, Fang Ming."
As soon as Cao Jingru said these words, Fang Ming was stunned for a moment, but then he thought of the misunderstanding that occurred last time and could only smile helplessly. However, on the other side, the old man playing with walnuts had a dark expression, and the man behind him
The young man looked at Fang Ming with murderous eyes.
"Clan Master Cao, are you deliberately teasing me for fun?"
"I don't mean that. Why does Gang Leader Wang think so? My daughter is not young anymore, shouldn't she have a boyfriend?" Cao Jingru asked calmly.
"Yes, of course you can, but I'm afraid that your son-in-law is a short-lived person, and your daughter will be a widow by then."
Wang Zhentian had a sinister smile on his face, and as soon as he said these words, Cao Jingru and Han Qiaoqiao's expressions instantly turned cold. Han Qiaoqiao was about to speak, but Fang Ming held her hand down.
"Where did this old guy come from, farting here and still smelling so bad?"