Mu Xintong was speechless for a moment, and his face flushed.

It is not easy to maintain the image of a goddess in the entertainment industry, so far Mu Xintong has not had any scandals and gossip, nor has he had contact with any men.

Being able to do this with Zhou Wen has already exceeded the rules she originally set.

But Mu Xintong did not regret it, but enjoyed the process very much.

She stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, as if to savor what she had just felt.

But this scene fell in Zhou Wen's eyes, and he almost didn't hold it.

It's so tempting.

"Miss Mu, you can prepare for the concert with peace of mind, there is me outside. Zhou Wen said slowly.

Mu Xintong nodded and walked out of the room.

Outside, Zhang Nanrong and others were at the door.

"I'll go out with you. Zhou Wen said.

"Thank you. Zhang Nanrong was very happy.

Originally, she went out alone to deal with those fans, and she was still a little weak-hearted.

Now that you have Zhou Wen, you don't have to worry.

Under the protection of assistants and security personnel, Mu Xintong went to the backstage to prepare.

Zhou Wen and Zhang Nanrong went in the opposite direction.

Outside, a large crowd of fans stood there with banners.

"Come out of here immediately! Apologize to Miss Qiao!"

"Why are you beating Miss Qiao!"

"Who's the fan leader, get out!"

Outside, the crowd shouted.

But it's clear that the fans in it are organized.

At the head were several young men, full of righteous indignation, and if someone hadn't stopped them, they would have rushed in with them.

After seeing Zhang Nanrong come out, other fans poured up.

"Nanrong!"

The faces of the people were anxious.

"Did you explain it to them?" asked Zhang Nanrong.

"Explained, but they didn't listen at all, they just asked Mu Xintong to apologize publicly on the Internet, and they also asked you to apologize publicly and hand over the culprit!" the man hurriedly said.

Zhang Nanrong's face turned blue and said: "We didn't beat people at all, where did we hand them over?"

But they didn't believe it. ”

Zhou Wen's gaze swept over the body of this group of people.

"Leave them alone, no explanations, just keep them from going in. Zhou Wen said in a deep voice.

Zhang Nanrong nodded.

Originally, they hadn't done anything wrong, it was all Joyle lying.

At this time, among Choyer's fans, a sturdy man walked over.

"You're Mu Xintong's support club president, right?" the man said proudly.

"I am, what's wrong?" Zhang Nanrong said coldly.

"I'm Chu Qiang, the president of the Qiao Yale Fan Support Association, are you planning to stop us from going in here?" the man sneered.

Zhang Nanrong said with a frosty face: "If Qiao Yale was really beaten by our people, of course we admit it, but in fact, our people didn't do it at all." ”

"You mean we're framing you?" Chu Qiang said.

"Qiao Yale has no evidence, if she can come up with evidence, we will admit that it is unreasonable for you to gather here now. "Zhang Nanrong is neither humble nor arrogant.

"It's impossible for Miss Qiao to deceive people, she's in the hospital now. Chu Qiang looked angry.

Zhang Nanrong continued: "Then ask Miss Qiao to call the police, and the police will deal with it." ”

-for-tat, the two do not give in to each other, and neither of them obeys the other.

Chu Qiang snorted coldly and took out a ticket from his pocket.

"Then I'm going to go in to see the concert now, please get out of the way. Chu Qiang said proudly.

The ticket in hand is the ticket for the concert.

"If you're going to a concert, please enter through the audience entrance, which is the entrance for the staff. Zhang Nanrong said sharply.

"I just want to go in from here, what else can you do to me?" Chu Qiang stretched out his hand and pushed Zhang Nanrong.

Behind, Mu Xintong's fans hurriedly rushed up.

The people behind Chu Qiang also rushed up.

"What do you want to do?"

"Why? Want to fight?"

"Gather a crowd to fight?"

Chu Qiang shouted proudly, extremely arrogant.

His mind recalled what Choielle's agent had arranged for him.

provoked Zhang Nanrong and let this woman do it first, so that Mu Xintong's side would be determined by the black cauldron.

"Zhang Nanrong, what kind of thing are you? If you sound good, you're the president of the fan support club, but if you don't hear it, you're just a dog?" Chu Qiang sneered.

"You also connive at fans to beat people, can you beat our Qiao Yale?"

"Yellow-faced woman, I think you are jealous of Qiao Yale's face, jealous that others are more successful than you!"

One sentence after another, it entered Zhang Nanrong's ears.

Zhang Nanrong's face became more and more ugly, and her fists were clenched, making a gesture to swing over.

"If you have the ability, you will come and beat me?" Chu Qiang laughed.

Zhang Nanrong was furious, and her brain went blank for a moment.

Her temper was already a little short-tempered, and she couldn't help it when she said this.

"Don't be impulsive!"

Suddenly, a voice rang in her ear.

Zhang Nanrong's brain suddenly returned to clarity.

"If you do it now, you'll fall into their trap. Zhou Wen continued.

For some reason, Zhang Nanrong felt that her mood had calmed down a lot.

At this moment, she also reacted.

"But, is it just for them to be so arrogant?" Zhang Nanrong said angrily.

"Let me do it. Zhou Wen smiled.

Zhang Nanrong's eyes were puzzled, and Zhou Wen had already walked towards Chu Qiang.

"Who are you?" Chu Qiang wondered.

Syllable!

Smack!

Three loud bangs echoed at the door of the gymnasium.

There was a dead silence at the door.

Zhou Wen slapped Chu Qiang in the face three times.

Not to mention Qiao Yale's fans, even Mu Xintong's fans are confused.

The bright red slap print appeared on his face, and Chu Qiang's face swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You dare to hit me!" Chu Qiang covered his face and said in shock.

"Get out. Zhou Wen said lightly.

Chu Qiang's face showed ruthlessness, and said, "Everyone saw it just now, he beat people, and they all posted it to me on the Internet!"

Syllable!

Zhou Wen slapped Chu Qiang again and slapped it on Chu Qiang's face.

"I repeat, get out. Zhou Wen said coldly.

Chu Qiang couldn't believe that Zhou Wen actually did it.

At this moment, several people took out their mobile phones and began to take pictures.

At this moment, Zhou Wen grabbed Chu Qiang's shoulder.

Boom!

Chu Qiang felt that his body was out of control, and the whole person flew out upside down and smashed into the crowd.

Zhou Wen stepped forward and walked towards Choiale's fans.

"If you don't get out, you'll end up with him. Zhou Wen's eyes were calm.

This group of fans all felt a tremor in their hearts and took a few steps back.

Zhou Wen's momentum coming out of the mountain of corpses and blood was something that ordinary people like them could bear.

Zhang Nanrong's mouth opened wide.

That's what you just told me not to be impulsive?

You're too impulsive, aren't you?

Joyer's fans are intimidated.

It's okay to play tricks, but if you really want to make a move, they don't have enough of Zhou Wen's arm.

Not far away, behind a tree.

A man secretly took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Mr. Pi, no, someone over there has done it, it's the man you said. ”

"Let Buddy pass. Pi Layu said slowly.

"Yes. ”

On the side of the road, in the middle of a black sedan

A man walked down.

The man was dressed in Siamese clothes, his skin was very yellow, and on his forehead, a huge bag bulged, making his whole person unusually hideous.

Baditong, a decapitation master from Siam.

Pira Yu is the young master of the son of Asian Grina, and he is protected by a powerful head lowering master.

Baditong is a head-lowering master beside him, and his strength is close to the level of a god.

The A-level head lowering master is not something he can ask for casually.

"Sister Yale, I won't let you be bullied in vain. Pi Layu said in a deep voice.

At this moment, Baditong walked towards the gymnasium.

Fans of Joyle hurriedly got out of the way.

At this moment, ripples appeared in Zhou Wen's superhuman sense.

His eyes were also on Baditong.

"The head descender of Siam?"

Buddy went straight to Zhou Wen

His eyes showed a red glow, which was breathtaking.

Zhou Wen felt a wave of spiritual power sweeping over.

"Spiritual showdown?"

A sneer appeared on his face, and he did not resist, and entered the spiritual illusion.

The head lowering master is actually a type of warlock, but the techniques he masters are different.

Since he is a head lowering master, what he is best at is giving people a head drop.

The surrounding environment has not changed in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Zhou Wen and Baditong, it has changed.

All around, ghostly.

Black winds blew in the air, and darkness swept through, drowning everything.

Baditong's eyes glowed red, and the huge bulge on his forehead moved with the rhythm.

Pounding –

This bulge is beating like a heart.

"My head down doesn't work for you?" said Baditong coldly.

"You made that bracelet of Mu Xintong?" Zhou Wen said indifferently.

Baditong smiled faintly, shook his head and said, "I can't have such strength, that bracelet was made by my master." ”

"I see. Zhou Wen smiled lightly.

Baditong's strength is good, but that's about it.

His master can make something like a ghost baby, and he must be a clever head lowering master.

"Since lowering your head is useless to you, then you can only ask God. Baditong snapped.

The bulge in the center of the eyebrows suddenly exploded, and a demon god with a hideous complexion, two sharp horns on his head, a pitch-black, and golden pattern flew out of the bulge.

The black demon god opened his mouth wide and let out a loud roar.

Roar!

The spiritual shock wave rushed towards Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen's heart moved, and a golden dragon-shaped chain appeared in front of him.

Sleepy Dragon Lock!

This spiritual chain instantly wrapped around the demon god's body.

The sonorous sound is endless.

It's as if there really is a chain collision.

In fact, these are just showdowns in the spiritual realm.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and the golden chains wrapped around the limbs of the black demon god.

A powerful energy fluctuation erupted from the black demon god's body, and his hands grabbed the chains and wanted to tear them off.

But no matter how hard he tried, it didn't help.

Dragon-shaped chains soared up, eventually wrapping around the black god's neck.

"Roar!"

A dragon roar sounded, and the black demon god was tightly strangled by chains, and then it collapsed, shattering inch by inch, and dissipating between heaven and earth.

Baditong's face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

"You're an A-rank master?" said Baditong in astonishment.

How can he be an A-level master at such a young age!

"Get out of here, for your master's sake, spare your life!" Zhou Wen said lightly.

The dragon-shaped chains were immediately retracted, and all the spiritual illusions around them disappeared.

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