"Who is this man?"

At night, in front of the bonfire, He Qingyi looked at the subordinates who came back in front of him and frowned.

Surrounded in the middle were the Zhou brothers, who surrounded a stretcher, but next to the stretcher, a discordant figure appeared.

Wu Mengse shrank up, but he didn't leave Zhou Zong's side an inch.

Seeing Zhou Chuan walking down from the car, she wanted to speak and stopped, but she still stood by the stretcher honestly and did not go up. Although He Qingyi's people have no malicious intentions, they are all powerful, and they will flock to them if there is a little wind and grass.

"It's my goddaughter." Zhou Chuan hurriedly walked to the stretcher, stroked Zhou Chuan's face carefully, and then turned his gaze to Wu Meng, stared at her eyes for a while, and then turned to He Qingyi: "It's the two of them, that's right." ”

"There seems to be something special about your goddaughter." He Qingyi didn't step forward, and beckoned to his subordinates: "Bring her over." ”

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhou Chuan frowned and stood half a step forward.

"If this is really your daughter, I won't hurt him." He Qingyi slowed down his tone: "Let her come over." ”

Zhou Chuan is now under the fence, and he has no ability to resist, so he can only watch Wu Meng being dragged by them and dragged in front of He Qingyi.

A teenage girl looks very delicate, like a white lotus blooming in the mud.

"Are you really Zhou Chuan's goddaughter?" He Qingyi's right hand swam unnaturally in front of Wu Meng's chest.

Although it seemed to others to be a very obscene action, Wu Meng also froze in place, sweating coldly, not daring to move.

However, He Qingyi felt a hint of danger.

He couldn't find the specific location, and he didn't know the specific thing, only that there seemed to be something very hidden on the girl's chest.

"Yes."

"How did you meet? How do you recognize your goddaughter? He Qingyi asked very carefully, a pair of eagle-like hands clasped Wu Meng's wrists, and his eyes stared at her.

"Yes...... The rooftop of the college. Wu Meng controlled himself not to turn his head to look at Zhou Chuan, but responded to He Qingyi's gaze.

"Rooftop?"

"Yes, I can't be a goddaughter...... I was just...... Zhou Zong's sparring classmates are just classmates. ”

There was surprise in He Qingyi's eyes, he glanced at Zhou Chuan not far away, and said slowly:

"Go on."

"My son and I are classmates, and he is the person with the best grades in the academy, but I am a person who can't cultivate......" When this story came to Wu Meng's mind, her tone slowly softened.

"Can't cultivate?"

"Right...... Although I can't cultivate, but I am very sensitive to true qi, I can use a little magic weapon to manipulate true qi, after being discovered by Zhou Zong, I often practice with him, and then ...... became Mr. Zhou's goddaughter. ”

Under He Qingyi's urging, Wu Meng showed his fragile but sensitive true qi.

A teenage girl can quickly generate hundreds of thumb-sized shields, each of which is very complete and can be replaced at any time.

He Qingyi's eyes lit up, it didn't matter what Wu Meng's lies were, a fragile little girl couldn't threaten him at all. And He Qingyi, the soul stone left by Xu Sheng, couldn't fully feel it, just seeing the skills Wu Meng showed, he moved his mind.

"Both of them are locked up." He Qingyi stood up and patted his trouser legs: "It's in a different place from Zhou Chuan." ”

"He Qingyi, you can't ......"

Before Zhou Chuan's words fell, one of He Qingyi's subordinates took out his weapon and aimed it at Zhou Chuan.

For a time, the wind was loud, and the grass and trees were all soldiers.

The people of the Zhou family and He Qingyi all took out the weapons in their hands, if they looked down from a high altitude, they might see that there were more people from the Zhou family than He Qingyi's people.

It's just that the immortal armor has always been placed by He Qingyi's side.

The crackling sound of the campfire burning resounded throughout the clearing, and a single pin could be heard falling from the ground.

Zhou Chuan and He Qingyi's breathing was very gentle, looking at each other, and after a long time, He Qingyi signaled his subordinates to put down their weapons.

"I was wrong just now, the three of them are all my He Qingyi's distinguished guests, please." He smiled

Anhuo City ushered in a sunrise that was exactly the same as usual, the sun passed over the corpses on the street, the blood had coagulated, and there was no one to clean it up.

The season coincided with the height of summer, and the sun soon crept into the air, and the smell of blood in the city became stronger and stronger.

And at the end of a clean street, several people pushed a large cart and walked slowly forward from the middle of the road.

There were dozens of corpses stacked on top of the cart, all of them with bowl-sized guns on their heads, dripping with blood, and they couldn't see their original faces.

As the sun rises, the trolley slowly moves forward. Behind them appeared more people, hobbling and ragged, with pistols or iron pipes in their hands, following the cart in unison.

At the end of the road is the snow-white city hall.

In the past two days, in addition to the conflict of the Zhou family, there have also been large and small battles. The people led by He Qingyi are far from being able to defeat a city, if not

"Who is this man?"

At night, in front of the bonfire, He Qingyi looked at the subordinates who came back in front of him and frowned.

Surrounded in the middle were the Zhou brothers, who surrounded a stretcher, but next to the stretcher, a discordant figure appeared.

Wu Mengse shrank up, but he didn't leave Zhou Zong's side an inch.

Seeing Zhou Chuan walking down from the car, she wanted to speak and stopped, but she still stood by the stretcher honestly and did not go up. Although He Qingyi's people have no malicious intentions, they are all powerful, and they will flock to them if there is a little wind and grass.

"It's my goddaughter." Zhou Chuan hurriedly walked to the stretcher, stroked Zhou Chuan's face carefully, and then turned his gaze to Wu Meng, stared at her eyes for a while, and then turned to He Qingyi: "It's the two of them, that's right." ”

"There seems to be something special about your goddaughter." He Qingyi didn't step forward, and beckoned to his subordinates: "Bring her over." ”

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhou Chuan frowned and stood half a step forward.

"If this is really your daughter, I won't hurt him." He Qingyi slowed down his tone: "Let her come over." ”

Zhou Chuan is now under the fence, and he has no ability to resist, so he can only watch Wu Meng being dragged by them and dragged in front of He Qingyi.

A teenage girl looks very delicate, like a white lotus blooming in the mud.

"Are you really Zhou Chuan's goddaughter?" He Qingyi's right hand swam unnaturally in front of Wu Meng's chest.

Although it seemed to others to be a very obscene action, Wu Meng also froze in place, sweating coldly, not daring to move.

However, He Qingyi felt a hint of danger.

He couldn't find the specific location, and he didn't know the specific thing, only that there seemed to be something very hidden on the girl's chest.

"Yes."

"How did you meet? How do you recognize your goddaughter? He Qingyi asked very carefully, a pair of eagle-like hands clasped Wu Meng's wrists, and his eyes stared at her.

"Yes...... The rooftop of the college. Wu Meng controlled himself not to turn his head to look at Zhou Chuan, but responded to He Qingyi's gaze.

"Rooftop?"

"Yes, I can't be a goddaughter...... I was just...... Zhou Zong's sparring classmates are just classmates. ”

There was surprise in He Qingyi's eyes, he glanced at Zhou Chuan not far away, and said slowly:

"Go on."

"My son and I are classmates, and he is the person with the best grades in the academy, but I am a person who can't cultivate......" When this story came to Wu Meng's mind, her tone slowly softened.

"Can't cultivate?"

"Right...... Although I can't cultivate, but I am very sensitive to true qi, I can use a little magic weapon to manipulate true qi, after being discovered by Zhou Zong, I often practice with him, and then ...... became Mr. Zhou's goddaughter. ”

Under He Qingyi's urging, Wu Meng showed his fragile but sensitive true qi.

A teenage girl can quickly generate hundreds of thumb-sized shields, each of which is very complete and can be replaced at any time.

He Qingyi's eyes lit up, it didn't matter what Wu Meng's lies were, a fragile little girl couldn't threaten him at all. And He Qingyi, the soul stone left by Xu Sheng, couldn't fully feel it, just seeing the skills Wu Meng showed, he moved his mind.

"Both of them are locked up." He Qingyi stood up and patted his trouser legs: "It's in a different place from Zhou Chuan." ”

"He Qingyi, you can't ......"

Before Zhou Chuan's words fell, one of He Qingyi's subordinates took out his weapon and aimed it at Zhou Chuan.

For a time, the wind was loud, and the grass and trees were all soldiers.

The people of the Zhou family and He Qingyi all took out the weapons in their hands, if they looked down from a high altitude, they might see that there were more people from the Zhou family than He Qingyi's people.

It's just that the immortal armor has always been placed by He Qingyi's side.

The crackling sound of the campfire burning resounded throughout the clearing, and a single pin could be heard falling from the ground.

Zhou Chuan and He Qingyi's breathing was very gentle, looking at each other, and after a long time, He Qingyi signaled his subordinates to put down their weapons.

"I was wrong just now, the three of them are all my He Qingyi's distinguished guests, please." He smiled

Anhuo City ushered in a sunrise that was exactly the same as usual, the sun passed over the corpses on the street, the blood had coagulated, and there was no one to clean it up.

The season coincided with the height of summer, and the sun soon crept into the air, and the smell of blood in the city became stronger and stronger.

And at the end of a clean street, several people pushed a large cart and walked slowly forward from the middle of the road.

There were dozens of corpses stacked on top of the cart, all of them with bowl-sized guns on their heads, dripping with blood, and they couldn't see their original faces.

As the sun rises, the trolley slowly moves forward. Behind them appeared more people, hobbling and ragged, with pistols or iron pipes in their hands, following the cart in unison.

At the end of the road is the snow-white city hall.

In the past two days, in addition to the conflict of the Zhou family, there have also been large and small battles. The people led by He Qingyi are far from being able to defeat a city, if not