Su Chenliang's tone was light, as if what he was about to face was not a life and death situation.

Mo Yelang nodded and stopped talking, turned around and walked towards the car.

Liu Yiyuan pointed to a car not far to the south, and said to Wu Gen: "You get in that car, it's going to Bizhou." ”

Wu Gen was overjoyed, thinking that it was worthy of a big company, the car was arranged, and he got into the car with a bunch of his own things.

Mo Yelang's side had already begun to set off, and the entire convoy drove out of the parking lot in a very orderly manner, and the scene was quite spectacular.

Due to the large number of people, it looks like a long dragon, one after the other, and there is no way to ignore it.

The reporters who were all blocked at the door of Vantone Company saw that the long queue was all running towards this side, but no matter how fast they ran, they couldn't compare with the speed of these vehicles.

When they reached the intersection not far away, the four teams set off in different directions, and the battle really began.

And behind Mo Yelang's team, an inconspicuous black sedan followed closely.

Sitting inside was Mo Yuwei, who had received a report from Gu Beibei before, Mo Yuwei had a cigarette in her mouth, and she was wearing the most concise and capable clothes.

A large backpack was placed on the co-pilot, and the package was full, and I don't know what it contained.

She didn't know who was sitting in which car, she thought that all the cars were heading towards one place, but she didn't expect that after crossing the intersection, they all dispersed.

Mo Yuwei stared at the fork in the road in front of her, a little speechless, and after thinking about it for a long time, she felt that no matter which one she followed, she was solving this matter, so she chose a team and followed.

Coincidentally, what she chose happened to be Liu Yiyuan's team.

The four teams were very smooth along the way, and there were almost no obstacles.

Despite all the fanfare they have been, no one has shown up in their path.

Mo Yuwei once felt that the opponent they were going to face was inevitably a little too arrogant.

I don't take people seriously.

She touched the wrench on her neck, and said to herself: "I know, every time you get involved in something like this, you are always unhappy, but what, this time it is related to the survival of Wantong, you know Wantong, that is..."

Mo Yuwei thought for a long time before she said softly: "It's like my family, now that my family has been destroyed, do you think I can sit idly by?" You can't either, can you? I know you're a very righteous person..."

As soon as she started talking, it was a little endless.

Cang Ding listened in the wrench, quite helpless, with a little smile on the corner of his lips.

How could he not know the status of Wantong in Mo Yuwei's heart? He also knew the seriousness of this incident, although he didn't know why in Mo Yuwei's eyes, he was reluctant to participate in this matter, but in fact, he was very willing.

He was originally Mo Yuwei's guardian spirit, and logically speaking, he should obey all the host's requirements, but Mo Yuwei never made any unreasonable demands on him, and treated him sincerely, and the two of them got along like friends.

Although he never said it on the surface, he always remembered this kindness in his heart.

Cang Ding touched the sword in his waist, he knew the formation of the four gods, but he didn't know what the strength of this defender was this time.

This formation

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It can be big or small, everything depends on the strength of the person guarding the formation, if the person defending the formation is extremely powerful, then this formation can almost exert the effect of devouring the heavens and the earth, but if the ability of the person defending the formation is not strong, then although this formation is also a little stronger than the ordinary formation, it will not give full play to all the strength of the four gods array.

So this time, it is the real life and death, and the wealth is in the sky.

Due to the smooth journey, Mo Yelang's team had already arrived in Dacheng that night.

The rest of the team also arrived at their destination without any problems.

The moment Mo Yelang stepped on Dacheng, he felt an unusual atmosphere.

He clenched his fists slightly, although he was not very familiar with the formation, but he could feel that the entire Dacheng seemed to be shrouded in a haze, and he didn't know if this haze had anything to do with the formation of the four gods.

If anything... Mo Yelang's fists clenched, then they really shouldn't have pulled these innocent people.

And what he didn't know was that the moment he set foot in the city, he was already being targeted.

In one of the most central buildings in the city, a sturdy man sat at his desk.

The man's clothes were tightly crumbled by the muscles, and the clothes seemed to have been stretched to his limit, and they looked extremely ill-fitting, but he didn't care at all, just stared out the window, his eyes were cold, as if everything was lifeless dead in his eyes.

A thinly dressed woman was snuggling up to his side, with a bewitching figure, a pair of eyes as if they could hook the soul, and a pair of round ones were about to come out.

She clinged to the man's body weakly and bonelessly, and the figures of the two men were in stark contrast.

It's like a green snake with the thickness of a finger wrapped around a tree that is hugged by one person.

In the middle of the office, there was a person who was talking with his head down, and the pressure of the office made him dare not raise his head, so he could only desperately shrink his sense of existence, and stumbled and said: "That... That Vantone guy has already come, you see... When to act? ”

Hearing this, the man turned his head slowly, still without any expression on his face.

He stood up neatly and walked to a wall where a drawing hung with a faint cyan light, and from the traces of the light it was in the shape of a dragon.

East Qinglong, in Dacheng, is guarded by the Qinglong Array.

Jiang Shen made a cumbersome gesture before the drawing, and the blue light on the drawing quickly flashed, and then regained his calm.

His gaze was indifferent, and as soon as the guests arrived, let's serve an appetizer first.

Mo Yelang's car has already driven to the center of Dacheng, I don't know if it's their psychological effect, I always feel that there seem to be very few people here, and now it's not dark yet, and there are not many people on the street.

The assistant who drove the car to the door of the hotel that had been contacted in advance, Mo Yelang got out of the car first, and the people who followed also got out of the car.

Because there were many people traveling this time, they simply chartered an entire hotel.

The assistant took the lead in walking into the hotel, the front desk sat behind the desk, her face was unhealthy and white, she saw someone come in, her eyelids only raised slightly, and then lowered her gaze, and the whole person looked extremely unenergetic.

Assistant Zhao, who followed Mo Yelang this time, was a newcomer, and he didn't know much about Mo Yelang's temper or anything, and he was not so tactful in handling things.

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He glanced at the front desk, immediately frowned, stepped forward, bent his fingers on the table at the front desk and knocked on it, and said in a slightly impatient tone, but it was polite:

"Hello, we are Vantone Group, I have contacted you here before, and we have chartered your entire hotel, and our people have arrived, should we arrange for us?"

The little girl sitting at the front desk nodded slowly, and then slowly stood up again.

In a strange and mechanical posture, he walked out from behind the desk, pointed to the sofa in the hall, and said stiffly, "There is a sofa here...... Can take a little rest......"

Assistant Zhao's brows furrowed even tighter, but he turned his head to see that the president of his family had already sat down on the sofa first, and he could only follow the president and sit on the sofa silently.

Mo Yelang sat opposite him upright, glanced at Assistant Zhao, and asked, "What's your name?" ”

Assistant Zhao pointed at himself, and originally wanted to ask a rhetorical question, but when he saw that there was no one else here, he replied very simply: "Zhao Yang." ”

"Hmm."

Mo Yelang stopped saying this, and the front desk lady just now was carrying a tray with two glasses of water on it.

She walked slowly towards Mo Yelang and Zhao Yang with stiff and mechanical steps.

Zhao Yang didn't know what the president of his family was thinking at this time, but he didn't dare to guess rashly, so he could only wait together.

The front desk lady had already walked in front of them, first slowly picked up a glass of water, and wanted to place it in front of Zhao Yang, but because her movements were too stiff, the glass of water was spilled out before it was put on the table.

Zhao Yang frowned, stretched out his hand to pick it up, but as soon as he touched the hand of the front desk lady, he looked up suspiciously and glanced at the person in front of him.

The water in her hand was hot, but her hand was not even warm......

Including the hot water that had accidentally spilled on her hands just now, but she didn't react.

Zhao Yang was stunned and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

The front desk lady shook her head slowly: "I'm fine." ”

After speaking, he turned around and walked in front of Mo Yelang with another glass of water.

Zhao Yang intuitively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong, in the moment he was thinking, the front desk lady had already taken advantage of Mo Yelang's inattention, spilled a cup of hot water, and aimed it directly at Mo Yelang's face.

"Mr. Mo!"

As soon as the words fell, a barrier appeared in front of Mo Yelang at some point, blocking all the splashed water outside.

Seeing that the matter was revealed, the front desk simply threw away her disguise, she raised her head and screamed miserably, and suddenly all the lights in the hotel went out, the long hair of the front desk flew wildly behind her head, and the hands stretched out in front of her body burst out with long and sharp nails.

"it!"

Zhao Yang had just been brought to this position, where had he ever seen such a scene, and his legs immediately weakened and he hid directly behind the sofa.

Mo Yelang was not in a hurry, he found that this woman was really wrong from the moment he came in.

Her limbs were stiff, her face was pale, and there was corpse smell on her body, the smell of which was especially noticeable when she approached.

So he was prepared, and at the moment when the front desk pounced, the Sanqing sword beside him was unsheathed, like a sword and shield, directly between the front desk and Mo Yelang.

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