The sound of the strong wind was accompanied by awe-inspiring killing intent, and Meng Yong hurriedly dodged sideways.

Since the last time he suffered a loss in Shuntianfu, he will never pick up this unknown secret weapon again.

However, this "hidden weapon" did not hit him, and even fell in front of him as if he lacked stamina.

Before he could think about it, a petite black shadow followed him with a blade and stabbed at him, leaving no room for cruelty.

It was Zhao Chen, who followed the "hidden weapon" to pounce.

At this moment, she was sharp, and the cold short blade kept lingering around Meng Yong's neck, taking the lead to the fullest.

After knowing that Meng Yong was the master who hurt her, she secretly made a note in her heart, racking her brains to figure out how to find a chance to take revenge back.

Now that they have formed an alliance with their own ghosts, for the sake of the future stability of their own camp-

This revenge must be avenged first!

As soon as the two of them fought, Meng Yong recognized this variable that had hurt him, and his slight surprise instantly turned into murderous intent.

It doesn't matter who this woman is, why she got involved in Cui'er's affairs, and how she found him... Variables and unknowns mean uncontrollable for him.

In that case, it's only as fast as the kill!

Zhao Chen is still very self-aware about whether she can beat Meng Yong or not, but since she dares to come tonight, she must be fully prepared!

She used a secret method to urge the internal force, and the short blade in her hand flashed with light.

After a piercing sound of sharp blades colliding, she looked at the more and more obvious patterns on Meng Yong's face, and her whole body exuded the comfort of a successful plan.

It's time!

She stomped on her feet, and the small iron ball on the ground shattered completely...

Meng Yong subconsciously held his breath, but-

The internal force suddenly retreated like a tide, and the feeling of emptiness spread throughout his body, and his body shook a few times, but he still didn't stabilize.

Zhao Chen quickly withdrew his hand and retreated, not daring to step forward for a while, only blindly squinting his eyes and staring at him.

In the moonlight, an extremely strange demon flower pattern appeared on Meng Yong's cheeks half-open, showing a delicate red.

She couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

Lao Yu, that old thing, is really good at making trouble, this thing actually knocked Meng Yong down...

After determining the matter of Shuntianfu, she went to Yu Zhongjing to plan how to deal with the other party reliably and without risking when she couldn't beat the other party.

The latter was harassed by her for a long time, and finally handed her two things in extreme pain.

One was a few drops of watery liquid, which she had to give to the other person first, and the other was a small ball that she had thrown before, which contained a flammable fine powder and was also an inducer of the potion.

Fortunately, the potion was colorless and tasteless, and she poured it into Meng Yong's meal tonight with confidence-

Seeing that Meng Yong couldn't hold on to the ground at all, she almost jumped up excitedly, and walked over after a long time.

Zhao Chen did not hide his smugness at all, and leaned in and smiled: "Big master, are you okay?" The voice was as crisp as a bell and extremely pleasant, it was her original voice.

Meng Yong looked at her coldly, pursed his lips and said nothing, while trying to lift the internal force.

"Oh, don't bother." Zhao Chen took out a special rope and tied him into a dumpling with his hands and feet, and then continued: "I have been smoked by your poisonous fairy grandmother, no matter how powerful you are, you have to obey..."

She began to talk nonsense, what poison is invincible all over the world, what smoke is a master... It is more mysterious and mysterious to say directly, and the weakness of the heart is slightly smoothed.

After all, if the other party sees through the causes and consequences of poisoning, he will be exposed.

Moreover, such an unnatural thing is naturally indispensable to restrictions.

The first is that it only works on top masters, and the second is that the opponent must be used within two hours to use eighty percent of the internal force, so that this "high-level soft tendon scatter" can play an effective role.

The most important point is that at most an hour, the opponent's internal force will be restored-

Zhao Chen tied him up and dragged him into the house, only then did he remember the waste old man, so he had to walk over again with an unhappy face.

The red-faced old man was dying at the moment, after all, Meng Yong didn't have time to stop the bleeding for him.

"Rubbish! It's a betrayal of the organization's trust in you! Zhao Chen flicked his sleeves, and his voice was as cold as frost.

The old man was dumbfounded, and took a few quick breaths before he asked, "You, who are you?" ”

"You don't deserve to know!" She raised her chin proudly, full of murderous intent: "Those who fail in the mission should be damned!" ”

"Please show me the token." The old man said cautiously.

Zhao Chen took out the token left by Xiao Qingshan, only shook his hand, and quickly took it back, snorting impatiently: "You dare to doubt this seat?" Looks like you really don't want to stay alive! ”

"Don't dare, you should know that most of the organizations don't know each other, and only look at tokens." The old man hurriedly explained, and then asked tentatively, "How did you find here?" ”

Zhao Chen still understood the truth of saying that there were many mistakes, she raised her foot and crushed the old man's wound, and said quietly: "This seat has limited patience, why don't you ask you to answer?" ”

The poor old man was sealed in the acupoint, and the roar of pain was infinitely close to snorting, and his face was suffocated and red.

"I first arrived in the capital, I am not familiar with the place, I want you to show you the way for this seat, are you willing?" Zhao Chen asked lightly.

The old man shrank back in a headache and hurriedly squeezed out a sentence: "Yan, Yan Lailou!" After Zhao Chen let go, he continued: "Under the eaves of the first room of the Accord, you only need to put the token and the message there." ”

Zhao Chen stared at him for a while, then suddenly pressed the short blade against his throat, and said coldly: "You still have one last chance." ”

The stinging pain in his neck made the old man feel a little more energetic, and he suddenly became a little more sober.

"Although I don't know how you have a token, you are by no means a person from Taipingwei!" His fear subsided, and he pretended to be stubborn and said, "No matter who you are, the old man will never say more than half a word!" ”

Zhao Chen suddenly smiled: "Forget it, then don't talk about it." Without waiting for the old man to react, a cold light suddenly lit up, and then the warmth splashed everywhere.

She just wanted to try it casually, hoping to narrow down the scope given by Xie Si, who would have thought that the old man would not know how to notice.

Although it is a pity that I can't get any more important news, I still know some details about the Taiping.

I don't know each other... What kind of organization is this?

She secretly scolded herself, and she didn't stop with her hands, she searched the old man's body, and then didn't look at the corpse again, straightened up and looked into the room with a smile, rubbing her hands excitedly and proudly.

Dead Bone Spirit! Grandma is here!

The cold moonlight reflected in the room from the window sash, Meng Yong closed his eyes and sat on the ground, the fiery red demon flower on his face was already in full bloom, making his delicate and bewitching face a little more bewitching.

According to Yu Zhongjing, this is a sign that the medicine is completely effective, and when this flower begins to close, Zhao Chen must leave.

Meng Yong suddenly opened his eyes: "Are you from Taipingwei?" ”

This is also the most reasonable guess he can make at this time about Zhao Chen, a variable of unknown origin.

"What's the situation, you still have the heart to think about this." Zhao Chen stepped forward with a smile, raised his chin with the blade of the knife, and smiled: "It's better to think more about yourself!" ”

Meng Yong also laughed: "The left and right are all hanging on his hands, what else is there to think?" ”

"Think about what this girl will do with you..."The cold blade slowly slid up, and Zhao Chen laughed in a low voice: "What a top celebrity, this face is really unbearable." ”

"The girl can't bear it, so why don't you let it go?" Meng Yong looked at her with a smile sideways, and the meaning of bewitchment in his words became stronger: "As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other, maybe you and I can still have a fate." ”