"Immortal cultivators are like tools, you can use them however you want, when you don't use them, throw them away, you are all merciful, if it were me, I would burn all these useless tools, although they speak the same language as us, breathe the same air, but they are definitely not our kind, for things that are not of the same kind, don't use a little sympathy, your sympathy for them, in exchange for their cruelty to you one day in the future, this world is as dirty as a stone in a dung pit, don't expect that a white and flawless lotus will be born in the dung pit。 Looking at the changing light in Tu Jun's eyes, Zhou Fang squinted his eyes and said lightly.

"For those immortal cultivators, use them when they can use them, and raise them when they can't use them, but they must hold on to their pigtails, and if they can't catch them, they must be destroyed, and they must be treated as wolves, not dogs. To know that if an immortal cultivator really tried his best to assassinate him, it would be a very terrifying thing. ”

Tu Jun quite understood this, and nodded, in ancient times, chivalrous martial arts were forbidden, and immortals used strange power to control the world, and even kings had to prostrate at the feet of immortals, so immortal cultivators were the enemies of all mortals, and Tu Jun never doubted this.

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Nalan Jinfeng returned to her car, her face was very gloomy, she didn't believe Zhou Fang's words at all, but she had to cooperate with Zhou Fang, she had no choice at all.

After all, if Zhou Fang fell to the Yin Poison Gate, it would be a nightmare for her, and Dracula would be unlucky.

After all, what Zhou Fang has is a state machine, and when hundreds of simple immortal cultivators face the state machine, they are completely mantis arms as a car, in the past, hundreds of immortal cultivators may be able to destroy a country, but now, when firearms become a symbol of the civilization of ordinary people, immortal cultivators begin to go lonely.

In fact, for Nalan Jinfeng at this time, she was not interested in any dream such as recovering the country, the only thing that interested her was that one was to give birth to the child in her belly peacefully, and the other was to cut the master of the Yin Poison Sect with a thousand knives.

There were two men sitting in the front row of the car, both of whom were Nalan Jinfeng's bodyguards, among which the driver was an ordinary-looking man in his thirties, who didn't look special, a man in a black suit, with a relatively calm temperament, and seemed to be very suitable for this job.

The driver spoke in front and said, "Miss, where are we going?"

Nalan Jinfeng was silent for a moment and then said, "Change the car, let's go back!"

Compared with the calm man sitting in the main driver, sitting in the passenger seat was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old mixed-race boy.

A face that has not yet been fully opened has a little childishness that has not been taken off, but an indescribable gloomy aura hides this childishness, leaving people with a kind of coldness.

With soft, curly brown reddish half-length hair, black circles and lips like eye shadow, and a pair of brown eyes, a black word tattooed on the neck. How do you look at such a guy, it looks like a non-mainstream who has not learned well since childhood, and is an existence abandoned by society.

There was also a glass bottle hanging around his waist, and there was yellow grease inside, and the grease seemed to be soaked in two things, one black and one white, but unfortunately the grease was cloudy, and neither of them could be seen really.

There was an evil aura everywhere in this man, and as he sat there, the air in the carriage seemed to be frozen, as if the whole carriage was filled with grease.

So that the driver always unnaturally tugged on his collar in the driver's seat, and it was definitely a disaster to get along with this big boy, even if he opened the window to the maximum in this cold winter, he still felt suffocated, and there was always a feeling of being filled with oil in the nose and mouth, and even the skin was always greasy, as if it was covered with oil.

The driver glanced at the big boy who was lying in the passenger seat next to him, with a pair of dark circles under his eyes squinting slightly, and he couldn't tell whether he was sleeping or awake.

The driver couldn't open the window, after all, Nalan Jinfeng was behind, and if it was too cold, it would freeze Nalan Jinfeng with a child in his belly.

But staying in this car, there is a real feeling of suffocation, and every breath seems to take a lot of effort to complete.

The driver took a tired breath, glanced at Nalan Jinfeng in the rearview mirror, and then picked up the handset and called the vehicle that was faintly protecting Nalan Jinfeng behind him, ready to change cars.

"Miss, what's going on? Are those guys unreliable?" the driver asked.

Nalan Jinfeng's eyes couldn't help narrowing slightly: "It's not that they are unreliable, but that the people around them are unreliable." ”

When the driver heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then he didn't know how to continue to speak, the people around him are unreliable? There are very few people who can serve by Nalan Jinfeng's side, he is considered one, shouldn't this mean him?

"Miss, that ......"

"I'm not talking about you. ”

The driver relaxed a little when he heard this, and looked at the big boy in the co-pilot who was unreliable no matter how he looked at it.

It stands to reason that this big boy is Uncle Lin's youngest son, and they all follow Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin is very righteous, and they all have a love for Uncle Lin.

This strangely dressed person just came to Nalan Jinfeng's side, his father is Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin died in battle not long ago while protecting Nalan Jinfeng, they were originally going to hunt down Zheng Xian, who knows that Lu Dao is the most unfortunate and I don't know how Lu Dao actually led out a guy who was covered in tattoos, as a result, they fled in embarrassment, and Uncle Lin was killed by a man with tattoos all over his body at that time, Uncle Lin's eldest son came at that time, but then was sent by the eldest lady to run errands, and this younger son rushed back from the United States three days ago, inherited his father's will, and continued to protect Nalan Jinfeng。

In any case, as elders, or from the perspective of their personal relationship with Uncle Lin, they should take care of this child, but this child has an evil aura all over his body, so that he doesn't dare to get close to him at all, and he is indifferent everywhere, just like a porcupine covered in thorns, such a guy is born without the need for others to take care of him. If you are kind to him, he may stab you in the blink of an eye.

The eldest lady said that the people around her are unreliable, do you mean this guy?

Nalan Jinfeng knew what the driver was thinking, and said: "It's not necessarily from our side, you all came back from the United States with me, those guys from spy backgrounds, even if they have long hands, there is no reason to stretch out to me, I'm talking about Dracula's side, there are so many people lurking in this country on his side, it is inevitable that there will be many people." ”

The driver breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, no matter who the eldest lady suspected, as long as it was her own person, it was not a good thing for everyone, who wanted to have a spy in her own family?

Then the driver smiled: "I thought you were talking about me, Miss." ”

Nalan Jinfeng ignored this guy and continued to ponder.

The driver also stopped talking and concentrated on tracking the vehicle in front of him.

When there are few vehicles on this kind of road, it is definitely very difficult to track a car, so the fire light and the car in front of it are far enough away, one after the other, and the other party can only see each other occasionally. Fortunately, the driver who drove the car was also an immortal cultivator, and his eyesight was amazing, and he could track him from a distance of kilometers, but it would not be possible when he encountered uphill and downhill or uneven roads.

It's easy to get thrown off by the other party at such a distance, but there's no way around it.

In fact, it wasn't long before Nalan Jinfeng could no longer follow him.

A helicopter in front of it suddenly took off.

The other party is the existence of a huge spy organization, and the experience of anti-tracking is terrifying, and it is difficult to follow them.

Nalan Jinfeng had to order the driver to turn into another fork in the road, after all, the two sides still have to cooperate, and it is not good for everyone to tear their faces at this time.

Nalan Jinfeng could only sigh as he looked at the plane flying farther and farther away.

At this time, the big boy sitting in the co-pilot seemed to have just woken up, and with a pair of eyes that looked forever godless, he squinted and watched the plane above his head gradually move away, as if the sunlight was too dazzling at first, and stretched out his hand to block his face.

The big boy twitched his nose and suddenly said, "Do you want to know where that guy went?"

Nalan Jinfeng looked at this big boy who was full of evil spirits and looked like a dissolute and unruly bad teenager who was not mainstream.

"Lin Yu, do you have a way?" asked Nalan Jinfeng.

The young man named Lin Yu twitched his nose, turned his head, and stared at Nalan Jinfeng with a pair of eyes that could never wake up, and then the kid's head continued to move forward, and his nose kept sniffing something, and the most stubborn thing was almost attached to Nalan Jinfeng's clothes, sniffing up and down.

The driver couldn't help but be furious in front of him, and shouted, "Bastard, what the hell are you doing?" and reached out to pull Lin Chen's neck.

was pressed on his face by Lin Yu with one hand and directly pressed back to the driver's seat.

The driver's body immediately burst into vitality, and at this time, Nalan Jinfeng spoke: "Xiao Zhang, it's okay, let's see what he can do." ”

The driver, known as Xiao Zhang, regained his vitality, and at this time, Lin Chen's nose stopped on Nalan Jinfeng's thigh, and then, Lin Yan reached out and pinched a soft hair on Nalan Jinfeng's thigh.

This hair is only a few centimeters, and it is very soft like Lin Chen's hair, but it is not the brownish-red color of Lin Chen, and Lin Chen's hair is not so short.

Lin Yan pinched this hair with two fingers, sat back in the co-pilot, Xiao Zhang looked at Lin Yan with a pair of eyes suspiciously, if this guy can't make a name for himself, he will definitely make him pay the price, even Uncle Lin's son is useless.

Lin Yan pinched the hair and asked, "This is the guy you're looking for?"

Nalan Jinfeng looked at it carefully, recalled Zhou's hair, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Lin Yu glanced at the driver, twitched his nose, reached over Xiao Zhang's body, and pressed the one-button window drop button on the driver's seat to fully open the four windows.

Xiao Zhang's face was full of dissatisfaction, and if he wanted to fall out of the window, would he not be able to say anything?

As the windows opened, icy air poured into the cab through the four windows. It was one of the coldest days of the year, and the cold wind made Xiao Zhang's body shiver slightly.

However, the cold air made Xiao Zhang feel very comfortable, at least the greasy taste and almost suffocating feeling in his mouth were alleviated.