The woman couldn't answer this, so she had to keep silent.

Nie Yunwen saw that she was actually quite nervous, so she comforted: "It's okay, I'll be able to develop Yan with Zhou Zhi in the future, I'm a good talker." ”

"Yes!"

"Get up."

After Nie Yunwen gave the order, she stood up and stepped aside.

The name or something, she didn't bother to ask, Zuo was just a disciple of the Yan Gang in Blackwater City.

As for what she said, there are already one in a thousand people who have a spiritual root, and their parents and relatives have died in the plague, although the spiritual root is also special, but nine out of ten are based on genetics.

Her spiritual root won't be too powerful.

Nie Yunwen raised her hand to drink tea, and when she drank the third cup, there was finally movement at the door.

She closed her eyes, and as soon as her spiritual power probed, she sensed that five or six people tied Zhou Yun came in angrily from outside the door.

"What about people!? Where are they all dead! ”

Zhou Zhi lifted Zhou Yun out of the carriage and rushed directly into the house.

Those subordinates and disciples had just experienced the matter of looking for the city lord, and now they immediately encountered Zhou Zhi's fiery temper, and they didn't dare to say much.

"Speak! How is Miao Zuo's envoy! Yes? He threw Zhou Yun to the ground and grabbed the clothes of the servant who appeared first.

"Go back, go back to the east house, the left envoy vomited blood, and he has already returned to the house." After the man finished speaking, Zhou Zhi was no longer calm and viciously glanced at Zhou Yun, who was almost out of his soul in fright.

He pointed to Zhou Yun, whose veil had been torn off with tears on his face, and threatened loudly: "Wait a while, you'd better explain who sent you to take me away, and who came to hurt our left envoy, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The woman couldn't answer this, so she had to keep silent.

Nie Yunwen saw that she was actually quite nervous, so she comforted: "It's okay, I'll be able to develop Yan with Zhou Zhi in the future, I'm a good talker." ”

"Yes!"

"Get up."

After Nie Yunwen gave the order, she stood up and stepped aside.

The name or something, she didn't bother to ask, Zuo was just a disciple of the Yan Gang in Blackwater City.

As for what she said, there are already one in a thousand people who have a spiritual root, and their parents and relatives have died in the plague, although the spiritual root is also special, but nine out of ten are based on genetics.

Her spiritual root won't be too powerful.

Nie Yunwen raised her hand to drink tea, and when she drank the third cup, there was finally movement at the door.

She closed her eyes, and as soon as her spiritual power probed, she sensed that five or six people tied Zhou Yun came in angrily from outside the door.

"What about people!? Where are they all dead! ”

Zhou Zhi lifted Zhou Yun out of the carriage and rushed directly into the house.

Those subordinates and disciples had just experienced the matter of looking for the city lord, and now they immediately encountered Zhou Zhi's fiery temper, and they didn't dare to say much.

"Speak! How is Miao Zuo's envoy! Yes? He threw Zhou Yun to the ground and grabbed the clothes of the servant who appeared first.

"Go back, go back to the east house, the left envoy vomited blood, and he has already returned to the house." After the man finished speaking, Zhou Zhi was no longer calm and viciously glanced at Zhou Yun, who was almost out of his soul in fright.

He pointed to Zhou Yun, whose veil had been torn off with tears on his face, and threatened loudly: "Wait a while, you'd better explain who sent you to take me away, and who came to hurt our left envoy, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!" ”