"You mean, the Holy Son went to Huancui Tower?"

In the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong had a gloomy face.

What kind of place Huancui Building is, she couldn't be clearer! As a woman, although she doesn't have any opinion on a place like Huancui Building, she definitely doesn't have a good impression.

"Who took him!"

Bibi Dong said.

"It's a couple of little hairy kids!"

Ju Douluo replied.

"Your Majesty, do you want to do it..."

Ju Douluo compared his left hand to a hand knife and slashed at the bottom. The meaning of the words is self-evident.

"No need, I believe the Holy Son can handle it well."

Bibi Dong spoke again.

"Yes!"

......

As soon as Lin Xiao wanted to speak, he was stopped by Cheng Li. Cheng Li looked at this old bustard, and then slowly spoke.

"My name is Cheng Li."

When the old bustard saw that there was no follow-up, he understood that Cheng Li didn't want to reveal his true identity, and he didn't care. Huancui Building is open for business, plus its own nature. In the Huancui Building, there are all kinds of characters.

For Cheng Li, she only needs to do it, everything is good enough, and she doesn't anger Cheng Li.

"It turned out to be Young Master Cheng, Young Master Cheng, please!"

The old bustard shouted.

"Eight guests, please for room No. 2!"

In the Huancui Building, it is divided into a hall and a private room. The hall is the first floor of Cuixiang Building, a table is placed together, paying attention to a lively place, and it is also a place where most people with ordinary identities play.

The artists here are generally not selling their bodies, and they are called Qingqi people. Of course, the reason why I don't sell my art is because the price is not enough. In Huancui Building, as long as you pay a starting price, you can get anything.

The private rooms are divided into three levels, with 12 suites at each level. In addition to the price you offer, the private room also depends on whether your identity matches the level of the private room.

This old bustard arranged Cheng Li and a few people in the No. 2 room of the earth, which is already very important.

After all, the elders of the Martial Spirit Hall came, and they were arranged in the Tianzi room.

"I don't know if there is more than one room in the sky, this place is not bright!"

Cheng Li glanced at the room and said lightly.

When the little second person in charge of leading the team heard this, he was immediately a little disdainful. A six-year-old little hairy child, if it weren't for the face of Lin Xiao and others, would he be able to arrange you in the ground room? It's really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and I don't know how many catties and taels he has.

Although he thought so in his heart, he did not dare to say it in his mouth.

"The Tianzi room is fully booked!"

"Fully booked?"

There is only one floor between the Tianzi room and the ground house, and Cheng Li can clearly see that almost half of the Tianzi room is empty.

Lin Xiao stood beside Cheng Li and was silent.

He didn't know what Cheng Li was going to do, but he knew that Cheng Li's identity was absolutely worthy of the Tianzi room, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was the Tianzi No. 1 room.

"Who's noisy here!"

Just then, a voice rang out from upstairs. Immediately afterwards, a big man with a black face walked down, holding two women with heavy makeup in his arms. From so far away, you can smell the wine on him.

Cheng Li waved his hand in disgust, this smell of wine was really disgusting.

But Cheng Li's actions, in the eyes of this black-faced man, are disrespectful to him.

"Where did you come from, little hairy boy, I'll teach you a lesson for your family!"

With that, the black-faced man rushed over directly.

But at this moment, a figure blocked in front of Cheng Li, blocking the way of the black-faced man.

The black-faced man opened his eyes and spoke.

"Good dogs don't get in the way, don't meddle. Be careful grandpa, a slap teaches you to be a man! ”

"Commander of the battle group, what a lot of anger!"

The figure said very jokingly.

The black-faced man saw that this person actually recognized him, and hurriedly stood up and looked at it.

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.

This person is none other than Ju Douluo of the Martial Spirit Palace.

"It turned out to be Elder Ju, I don't know which gust of wind blew you!"

At this time, the shopkeeper of the Huancui Building also came here, and hurriedly laughed.

"Elder Ju!"

This black-faced man is the leader of the White Tiger Mercenary Group, one of the three major mercenary groups in Wuhun City, and the strength of the Soul Emperor.

Although the strength is not top-notch, the White Tiger Mercenary Group has a certain reputation in the entire continent. Some of the bandits along the way heard that they were from the White Tiger Mercenary Group, so they didn't even have the idea of doing it.

But in front of the Martial Spirit Palace, the White Tiger Mercenary Group is still not enough.

"Why am I here, you ask him!"

Ju Douluo pointed at Cheng Li.

Cheng Li stood in place, looking very innocent.

Seeing this, Ju Douluo said helplessly.

"My Highness the Son, do you know that His Holiness the Pope has gone mad in the papal palace! How old are you, and you're here to mess around! ”

His Highness the Son? Your Majesty!

Everyone was collectively petrified on the spot.

Looking at the entire Douluo Continent, the only one who can be called the Pope's crown is the legendary woman in the Martial Spirit Palace.

And the Holy Son of the Wuhun Hall is not the son of Bibi Dong!

Only then did they know that they had broken the sky!

Zhan Feng, who had no intention of drinking, even wanted to throw a few big mouths on himself. Why did he not have long eyes like this, and he bumped into the face of the Martial Spirit Palace. Zhan Feng decided that he would no longer meddle in his affairs in the future.

Of course, the premise is that he can get by this time!

Cheng Li heard this and said slowly.

"Tell Mother not to worry about me!"

"Poof!"

The black-faced man who was invincible just now actually knelt directly on the ground. Immediately after that, there was a bang.

"I hope that His Royal Highness the Holy Son has a lot of them, and let me go of this cheap life!"

Zhan Feng pleaded.

In the face of life, face is worthless.

The Martial Spirit Hall is not something he can provoke, so he can only admit it.

Ju Douluo heard this, but he didn't say a word. The right to dispose of it is all in the hands of Cheng Li.

Cheng Li can dispose of it as he wants.

"I heard that the White Tiger Mercenary Group is one of the three major mercenary groups in Wuhun City, so majestic!"

When Zhan Feng heard this, his whole body trembled suddenly.

This Cheng Li obviously refuses to let him go!

"Don't dare!"

Zhan Feng put his head on the ground and hurriedly said.

This scene at this time looks very funny. A burly man with a body of eight feet, a Soul Emperor powerhouse. He knelt in front of a six-year-old child, still begging bitterly.

But everyone present knew that the power of life and death was in the hands of Cheng Li alone.

If Cheng Li didn't care about it, the matter would naturally pass.

But if Cheng Li catches on to it, let alone Zhan Feng himself, or the entire White Tiger Mercenary Group, I am afraid that he will be removed from the mainland!

The old bustard on the side of this matter couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, glad that he didn't neglect Cheng Li.

Although she didn't know Cheng Li's true identity, her intuition told her that Cheng Li's path was not simple.

Sure enough, my instinct came to pass!

"Spare it? Thinking too much! ”