Chapter 7 Nishinomiya Lang Hidden in Prison

At this time, Zhao Yuwei knew that even if he was indignant in his heart, the situation was undecided, so he had to pay for a fake smile of officialdom.

"Master Lu, the reason why we are here today, I think you also know that ten slaves of the Lu family died on the street today, we need to talk to Ling Lang to investigate this matter thoroughly, and I hope you can cooperate well."

Zhao wanted to politely bow.

"I've heard a little about it, does Zhao County Ling suspect that the dog killed those slaves? Oh, don't you know, my son is not successful, he has been sick for three years, his body is very weak, and he doesn't have the strength to hurt people's hearts, not to mention those slaves and maids, all of which my Lu family bought with money and fairness! Pigs and dogs, why bother! It's hurtful! ”

Master Lu seems to be smiling, a mouthful of Pu'er, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

"A gentleman loves money, and he takes it in the right way, no matter what kind of business he does, don't forget our head, the court, and the royal law, what do you say?"

Speaking wildly and treating human life as a mustard is simply a sin that deserves death!

"Yo! Zhao County's order is amazing, this is very good, next time I face the saint, I will have a good chat with your father of the imperial history, what do you think. ”

Master Lu scrubbed the transparent jade ring in his hand, watching a good show, calmly looking at Zhao Xiangwei's funny appearance that was annoyed and embarrassed but restrained.

"Ahem! Master Lu, I don't see you for a long time and miss it very much, but do you remember me? ”

Mo Wenjun smiled cheaply, stepped forward with his hands behind his back, and looked at Lu Bingquan with interest.

"Humph! You? I'm afraid I don't remember this blessing. ”

Master Lu shook his head, his face flushed with anger, Mo Wenjun's notoriety in Lotus Town is well known, he doesn't learn all day long, and he does some bad things everywhere, when his sons were not disciplined before, they ran behind Mo Wenjun's ass all day long, went to brothels and gambling houses, and ate Lu Bingquan's stick lessons.

"Don't! I think you're very blessed, and as you get older, the money is getting faster and faster. ”

"What are you? It's no big or too small with me here...... Ahem, ahem."

Lu Bingquan was so angry that his throat was irritated.

"Eh, Master Lu is angry, I plan to ask you for advice on this way to make money."

Mo Wenjun simply sat down opposite Master Lu and raised Erlang's legs.

"Legend has it that there is a kind of monster that can absorb people's essence and can ensure that a party's land is rich and prosperous, and it will make money every day, do you know Master Lu?"

"You! I don't know what you're talking about. ”

Lu Bingquan was suddenly stuttered angrily by the sudden questioning.

"You don't know how to say it, you just need to let me go around this Lu Mansion and arrest your murderer's son, and you will naturally understand what I'm talking about, tell me, where are the people hiding?"

Mo Wenjun tilted his head, with a playful smile on his lips.

"You three, you are purely here to make trouble in my house, get out of the ...... for me immediately"

"Simon Hall."

Bai Yuchen caressed the severance on his waist, still looking cold, but his eyes were firmly staring at the west, looking at the eyes to wake up the dreamer, the three of them looked together, the halls around the Lu Mansion were brightly lit, only the West Palace was darker, look closely, it turned out to be a crowd of people, and there was a problem!

"Don't say much, just go around, Master Lu continue to drink tea, goodbye!"

After speaking, Bai Yuchen quickly summoned the spirit beast, and the bright light flew quickly, and in an instant, he tightly wrapped Master Lu, who was about to stop him, into a dense net, and suddenly couldn't break free, Mo Wenjun snorted in his heart, this Bai Yuchen is really fun, obviously playing hooligan, but he is polite in his mouth, interesting and interesting.

"Master Lu has a good cup of tea, bye-bye."

Mo Wenjun held back a smile, picked his eyes and waved his hand.