When Bai Ji heard this, he was overjoyed, he didn't expect that the prison painting would let him go. Do you want him to pack those corpses? Impossible! As soon as he leaves this ghost place, he will immediately run away, as far as he goes!

Hong Biao's face changed when he heard this. He just let this Baiji cut himself in order to curry favor with the prison painting, but the prison painting didn't pay attention to what he said, and he wanted to let go of Baiji, and he wanted Baiji to take away these corpse puppets. With so many corpses, wouldn't it be necessary to expose him if the police saw them?

The prison painting had already let the green soul into Hong Biao's mind not long after Shen Tubei's death, but in fact, Hong Biao's mental activities were clear. She just said this on purpose, wanting to draw a line with this Hong Biao.

"Fairy Gu, why don't you leave them to me to deal with!" Hong Biao proposed, and at the same time pointed at Bai Ji, who was already desperate, and said, "I will treat this guy well!" ”

When Bai Ji heard Hong Biao say this, the hope that had finally risen in his heart was disappointed again, and he immediately shouted: "Don't! I don't want it! Prison painting, you don't listen to him! He knew very well in his heart that in Hong Biao's heart, he had already been cut by a thousand cuts. As soon as the meeting people left, the first thing Hong Biao had to do was to kill himself.

Hong Biao did plan it in his heart. He now hates Baiji to the core. blame the master and apprentice for causing him to lose such a big face. If he knew that this Shentu North was capable of this, he would not have treated him as a god at all.

This time, he didn't refute his opinion and nodded. It is undoubtedly the best choice to leave these things to Hong Biao to do. And Jun Wenkang didn't bother to deal with these troublesome things, so naturally he had no opinion. So Brother Biao's men began to clean up the scene, and Jun Wenkang's people also began to dismiss the audience.

Today's matter is over, and he was about to leave, but Jun Wenkang came over and said respectfully to the prison painting: "Fairy Gu, my boss is waiting for you in the box now, I wonder if you are interested in seeing it?" ”

"Don't call me a fairy girl, I'll call me prison painting." Prison Painting smiled faintly. She has a good impression of this Jun Wenkang, and at the same time, she is also good at what kind of reliance is behind the King's Landing Hotel, which can make a character like Hong Biao dare not confront it. "In that case, take me there."

"Miss Prison, please." Hearing the prison painting's promise, although Jun Wenkang was not sad or happy on his face, he was very happy in his heart. After all, if such a person is willing to work for his boss, then it is a good thing for the boss and for the whole group.

The box that Jun Wenkang took to the prison painting this time was not the one that Hong Biao took Shentu to the north before, but took the elevator to the fifth floor. At first, I took this elevator when I came down from the top floor, but I pressed the first floor directly at that time, and I didn't notice that the elevator on the fifth floor needed to be swiped to stay. When I got out of the elevator, I saw two rows of people standing on both sides of the corridor. These people did not wear uniform clothing, and they were all different in height and height, even gender. But the prison paintings can feel the same breath from them.

This aura was slightly similar to the coercion she released from Xue Yan, although all of them together were less than one ten-millionth of Xue Yan's, but the nature was extremely similar. This is the coercion condensed by a strong person who has cultivated to a certain level using the true qi in his body. For the weak, this coercion can make people feel tightness in the chest, dizziness, and suffocation. But for those who are equal or stronger, it's stress-free, and even a little funny, just like now.

"Miss Prison, please." Jun Wenkang stretched out his hand and motioned for the painting to go deeper into the corridor. The prison painting can be seen. Jun Wenkang's outstretched hand trembled a little.

Passing through these people, the prison painting felt the curious or slightly hostile gazes of these people. She guessed that these people were probably the guards of the one inside. Having collected so many cultivators as guards, it shouldn't be easy for people here. At least, it's much stronger than Hong Biao. If she could cooperate with him, her path to revenge should be smoother.

Thinking of this, the prison painting also paid close attention to the people standing at the door. There were nine people in total, three women and six men. Two of the men and one woman were stronger, probably the strongest of the nine. The two men were tall and short, the tall one was white, and the short one was black. Prison Painting suddenly thought of the combination of black and white impermanence, and couldn't help laughing.

The two of them were observing the prison painting, and when they saw the prison painting, they suddenly laughed for some reason, and looked at her in surprise. And the woman, no, I should say that it was a girl, crossed her arms, raised her round little face, stared at the prison painting with sharp eyes, and asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Prison Painting smiled and explained, "It's nothing, I just feel like two of my colleagues." ”

The tall, short, black and white glanced at each other, and the short black face said coldly: "You woman is so rude." Gao curled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Don't pay attention to him, he has this temper." ”

But he couldn't help but laugh again. It turned out that the short one not only looked alike, but even the tone of his speech was like black impermanence. She asked, "You don't have the same surname Fan, do you?" ”

The dwarf looked at her in surprise: "How do you know?" ”

Forehead...... The prison painting was stunned this time, it's really surnamed Fan! It can't be the descendants left by Fan Wusu in the world, right?

"Haha! He is not surnamed Fan, but his nickname is Fan Wusheng, my nickname is Xie Bi'an, and the two of us have black and white titles. The tall man explained.

I couldn't laugh this time. If Fan Wusu and Xie Bi'an knew that you two copycats were impostors here, would they run out and teach them a lesson at the risk of deducting their wages?

"Look, that's scary." The girl tilted her chin back and made a look of disdain for her. She originally had a round face and a cute appearance, but she deliberately made a fierce appearance, which looked a little funny.

"But she's able to withstand the coercion of the nine of us together, and she seems to have two brushes. Ah Jiu, you keep it. The tall man whispered to Ah Jiu. The voice is very small, but the ears of the prison painting are excellent, and I can hear it clearly, and I can't cry or laugh at once. That's it, there are still nine together, and they are still coerced?

However, what the prison painting didn't know was that for ordinary people, this coercion was already very terrifying. If Jun Wenkang hadn't been mentally prepared, I'm afraid he would have fallen to his knees long ago.

The prison painting didn't say anything, Ah Jiu really thought that the prison painting was cowardly, so he was even more disdainful, and his little chin was raised high, posing as an arrogant look. But in the end, it's her looks that limit her performance, no matter how you look at it, she still looks so awkward. However, the woman next to her, who had not spoken, looked at the prison painting with a hostile face, which made the prison painting a little uncomfortable.

Walking to the end of the hallway, he knocked on the door at the end. A middle-aged man's deep voice soon came from inside: "Please come in." ”

From the outside, this door looks like a normal door. But after pushing it away, it is a hole. The outward side is the same as the other doors of the hotel is a simple European carved door of the original wood color, while the side facing the inside is another kind of wood of the same color, but obviously the material is different, the texture is very different, the carving is simple and atmospheric, but it is a Chinese style. The decoration inside is more classical, the color matching is simple but not monotonous, a wall and a table, a lamp and a flower are just right, a little more, a little less. When people are in it, they only feel that their bodies and minds are calm, which shows the designer's intentions.

"This is good! I'm going to write it down so I'll be able to use it later! The green soul suddenly said something in the sea of knowledge, and the prison painting began to look for the person who spoke in the house.

In the depths of the room, there is a circular arch with a crystal curtain hanging from the door, and a coffee table is placed on both sides of the coffee table, which is like the design of the tea house.

On one side of the booth, a person sits. Through the door curtain, the prison painting can tell that it is a man who is in good shape. He was fiddling with the tea sets stacked on the coffee table. Hearing the prison painting coming in, he didn't look up, his subordinates didn't stop, and said: "Miss Prison, I have a good Taiping monkey Kui here, fire and beauty, do you want to try it?" ”

Although it was a question, he handed the teacup to the direction opposite him without saying anything, then turned his face to face the prison painting, stretched out his hand towards the position opposite him, and motioned for the prison painting to take a seat.

"Foreman, do you want me to ......," Qing Soul asked.

"Go ahead, be careful."

The green soul turned into an invisible gas and quietly burrowed into the man's brain.

The man didn't react, and he breathed a sigh of relief. is so mysterious, it turns out that he is still an ordinary person!

The prison painter stepped forward, lifted the curtain, and saw the man's face clearly. It was a man about forty years old, with traditional short hair, a height of 1.75 meters, a slender face, and resolute eyes.

But now, some traces of time can be seen on his face, and although his brow is relaxed, there is a vertical line between his eyebrows, as if caused by a long-term frown.

While the prison paintings were observing each other, the men were also secretly observing the prison paintings. He didn't underestimate her because she was young. Because in his team, there are many cultivators who look very young. Some of these people are really young, while others are older than him.

"Miss Prison came to King's Landing Hotel today, did she get everything she wanted?" The man didn't introduce himself, and asked straight to the point.

The prison painting glanced at the man with some surprise. She doesn't like to guess other people's minds, so even though she has the help of the green soul to read minds, she still likes to talk about people who are straightforward. For example, the person in front of you.

"Not exactly." It is true that the prison painting did not accomplish all the goals. She originally came today to explore the depths of Shentu Bei, and if she could, she would take it for her own use, and then she could use Brother Biao's connections and power to do something by the way. But today's fight made her lose interest in dealing with them. Originally, in order to give a warning and lesson to these people who disregard human life, he decided to take revenge in a mortal way. What's the point of being in the company of those guys for that? So this goal was not achieved. But the news about the Night Pearl from Shentu Bei made up for this regret, so she wasn't too disappointed.

"Oh?" The man sat down and poured himself a cup of tea. "I don't know if Jun, is there such an honor to replace Miss Prison but wish?"

Well, sure enough, it is convenient to deal with such a person, and she doesn't need to report it to the green soul, so she can know the purpose of this person looking for her. But...... Who the hell is this person?

"Mr. Jun, don't you want to introduce yourself?" He didn't bother to say kind words, and asked directly.