Zhou Qimo was one of the most distinctive monks in the foundation building period of the Zhou family, which can be seen from his goatee and a robe composed of various patches.

Maybe it's because he's too cold, so there are no neighbors around his residence, so he doesn't have a Taoist couple even when he's old.

But these are just appearances, in fact, Zhou Qimo is rich, the ring he is wearing on his left hand is a storage ring, which is stuffed with all kinds of pills, spirit runes, and materials.

In the same way, in fact, he has a lot of friends, and he is very well-informed, not to mention that in the Zhou family's station, a little wind and grass anywhere can't escape his ears, and he will be in the first batch of queues to arrive if there is a cheap place to pick him up.

Zhou Qimo is very good at disguising himself.

"Fellow Daoist, you look a little embarrassed. ”

Arching his hand slightly towards Mo Ye outside the cave, Zhou Qimo quickly went over Mo Ye's current face in his mind, although he couldn't say that he knew all of the Qi cultivators of the Zhou family, at least all of them were familiar, but he was not familiar with the face of the visitor at the entrance of the cave.

"As long as you don't have a face to this, it's fine. ”

Mo Xie took out a piece of golden armor from his arms and quickly shook it in front of him.

Zhou Qimo's face changed suddenly.

The smile faded, and the eyebrows were raised.

He was a smart man, smarter than most people.

He saw the blood on the golden armor, so he didn't ask where the armor came from, and he didn't shout at it.

"Please come in. ”

He glanced at Mo Ye meaningfully, and at the same time made a 'please' motion.

Mo Ye walked into the cave and sat down opposite Zhou Qimo.

"What are you looking for me?"

Everything in the cave is very basic, there are no tables and chairs, let alone tea.

Zhou Qimo didn't take out anything to entertain Mo Ye.

"I want to know where Zhou Xinyan is being held. ”

The straightforward question frightened Zhou Qimo and almost jumped up from the mat.

"You...... Who the hell is it?"

Zhou Qimo's face was full of horror, but he still lowered his voice.

The residences provided for the low-level monks to live in were heavily monitored, and for some reason, Zhou Qimo didn't want what was happening here to be known to some people.

He would have had two conjectures:

(1), Mo Ye is a peripheral disciple who has taken some luck, and he has found some benefits from Jin Jiawei, but he is limited to his own strength and lack of means to swallow the benefits. Just like this piece of armor, although its texture is extremely good, it is a rare material when refining magic weapons, but for low-level Qi cultivators, it is completely unqualified to deal with it.

(2) Mo Xie is the law enforcement officer of the law enforcement team, and now he is coming to trouble him.

But there are also two paradoxes:

(1) Although he has the job of undertaking the processing of materials, the rules of this service are not a day or two, and the customers who come to him to process the materials will never find him at this time and this place.

(2), he has a little to do with the law team, the last one who didn't open his eyes to find his green-skinned Taoist friend went back and was directly destroyed by insiders, and now he is old and dead.

But now he had guessed the answer.

There is actually another existence that can get the blood-stained golden armor fragments, and that is the person who killed those golden armor guards.

"Is there a soundproofing ban?"

Mo Xie asked.

His perception had been fully spread, and any disturbance within a radius of ten miles was under his supervision.

He had always only been half-aware of the methods of cultivators, so he was always on guard.

"I didn't ...... No. ”

Zhou Qimo stammered in reply, while his hands kept pointing downward.

Mo Ye saw his movements, but he didn't fully understand them, so he tentatively played a dumb riddle:

"The most dangerous place is also the safest place?"

Zhou Qimo nodded again and again.

"Thank you. ”

Mo Xie Dao, and then he left Zhou Qimo's residence.

After he left, Zhou Qimo let out a long sigh, and then took out a mobile phone from the storage ring.

“557318。 ”

Turn on the phone, select a number in the address book, and he sends a message:

"I heard your voice good last time, come to me here another day to play? ”

A moment later, Zhou Qimo received an echo on the SMS interface:

"What old songs are there? I have a buddy here, and I'm trying to sing the Internationale, I wonder where you have it?"

"Yes, how about we see Heifeng Kou today next month?" Zhou Qimo replied.

"Done. The other party replied.

"Smack. ”

Zhou Qimo turned off his phone, and a serious expression suddenly appeared on his face.

There has never been a savior, a world, or a lord, nor has it relied on the Immortal Emperor.

Rise up! Hungry and cold slaves!

Arise, all the suffering people of the world!

……

He hummed a song, incomplete tones, all kinds of words, and a wisp of evil rising uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, and privately thought that this expression and his goatee were best eaten with a little white hat.

……

It's just that he didn't know that his entire set of actions fell within Mo Ye's perception.

"Interesting. ”

Mo Xie just smiled at this.

It can be seen that even if he doesn't mess with the Mo Ye Zhou family, he still eats the rhythm of jujube pills.

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In the formation that exuded a dark cyan light, Zhou Xinyan's blood and tears had dried up.

He was tied in the air, and the woman with a dagger stood beside him.

She's eating, and the food is a bunch of stuff that resembles fried meat balls.

The golden color, fluffy texture, obviously concocted by good hands, just ......

"Old Zamao, do you want to eat?"

Zhou Jiumei shook a string of meat balls back and forth under Zhou Xinyan's nose, Zhou Xinyan's face was full of disgust, and the long breath in his nose came out and out.

"If you want to eat, eat it, I'm not as ruthless as my brothers, come on, eat, eat. ”

Zhou Jiumei's tone sounded like she was coaxing a child.

"Get out, get out!"

Zhou Xinyan couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted three words of 'roll' in a row.

However, he should continue to endure it, because the premise of speech is to open the mouth, and to open the mouth is to open the mouth.

"Hmm!"

Zhou Jiumei took advantage of the gap between Zhou Xinyan's mouth and stuffed the balls into Zhou Xinyan's mouth, and then covered his mouth with one hand, forcing him to swallow the balls alive, and did not let go until she was sure that Zhou Xinyan's mouth was empty.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Zhou Xinyan coughed violently, he tried to spit out what he had just swallowed, but he shouldn't have coughed at this time.

"Huh!"

Another string of meatballs was stuffed into Zhou Xinyan's mouth, and Zhou Jiumei perfectly repeated the previous set of operations and explained to Zhou Xinyan:

"Old miscellaneous hair, how is it, is your own flesh sour? hahaha!"

Zhou Xinyan hated that he couldn't die, but he finally learned to be smart and didn't open his mouth again.

"Who...... Who can come and give me a good time!"

A silent roar, I don't know who can receive it.