"Smack!" Jiang Zhentian took out the sound transmission stone from the storage ring and crushed it.

The cost of this soundstone is extremely high, and it must be fused into his own blood to refine it.

Correspondingly, at the moment when the sound transmission stone is crushed, the user's voice can be clearly transmitted to the ears of all people connected to its bloodline within a certain range.

"In an hour, everyone must assemble in front of my palace. Absentees, no more for me Night Tmall people. ”

Jiang Zhentian's voice was quickly transmitted.

You must know that the sound transmission stone is something that will not be used unless the life and death of a clan is at stake.

Now Jiang Zhentian has actually crushed it, which means that something big has happened.

The scope of the Transsonic Stone covers an extremely wide range, covering almost the entire Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range.

At this moment, in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, every demon cultivator with the blood of the Night Tnight Lynx flowing on his body rushed towards the mountain of the clan.

They all secretly guessed in their hearts that something big had happened, and they needed to make the patriarch Jiang Zhentian not hesitate to use the sound transmission stone.

In the main hall, after saying that, Jiang Zhentian sat on the throne and rubbed his head gently, his face was full of solemnity.

At the moment, he had no choice but to go to his good daughter.

Anyway, his good daughter is the pet of the senior master, and I believe that it is impossible to sit idly by and ignore them.

Having said that, it also depends on the owner to beat the dog, as long as others know that their night Tmall clan has a relationship with that senior, others naturally don't dare to touch them easily.

You must know that senior, but even the wine sword immortal of the Seven Transformation God Stage has to be treated respectfully, and his strength is absolutely heavenly.

If they hold this thigh, a catastrophe is nothing.

In Boulder City, in the house of the edge, Wang Fan walked back and forth in the backyard, glancing towards the door from time to time, looking a little restless.

"Childe, are you waiting for someone?"

Yan Zhenru, who was not far away, saw this scene and asked puzzledly.

"Well, sort of." Wang Fan nodded, his eyes still looking straight at the door.

Although his face was as calm as before, you could tell from the trembling legs on which he sat that he was anxious.

Yan Zhenru tilted her head, and a trace of doubt flashed in her apricot eyes.

The woman's intuition told her that Wang Fan should be waiting for a woman.

That's right, it's definitely a woman.

Just then, the door of the store was pushed open.

A beautiful figure walked in.

Yan Zhen looked at it subconsciously, and his face couldn't help but become gloomy all of a sudden.

"Sir, I'm sorry I'm late."

Zhao Mengqi looked apologetically at Wang Fan and lowered his head.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, how did you bring something?"

Wang Fan stood up directly from the stool and walked towards Zhao Mengqi with an excited face.

"Well, it's all here."

Zhao Mengqi nodded, and handed a large bag to Wang Fan.

"Really, it's all polished?"

Taking the oiled paper bag, Wang Fan rubbed the surface of the bag excitedly, and the excitement in his eyes couldn't be stopped.

After so many months of hard work, it is finally time to harvest.

It's time to smoke again! As soon as he thought about it, Wang Fan was excited.

"Sir, with all due respect, the ingredients of this herb seem to have some kind of mental stimulation, which will make people have a strong dependence, a bit like a poisonous herb."

Zhao Mengqi thought about it, and still said the results of the previous observations.

"Well, it's poisonous to some extent, but it's a good thing," Wang Fan smiled, gently shook the oiled paper bag in his hand, and walked quickly towards the bedroom.

After Wang Fan left, Yan Zhenru, who was standing aside and watching silently, stepped forward and looked at Zhao Mengqi with a smile.

"Why, are you still trying to find a way to catch up with my son-in-law, I advise you not to bother with that thought."

"When did Mr. become your home?"

Zhao Mengqi raised her eyebrows, and looked directly at Yan Zhenru with a sharp light in her eyes, with strong dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes.

You must know that it was she who first contacted Wang Fan, but in the end, it was this demon girl who grabbed ahead of her, and her relationship with Wang Fan went further.

No, they all moved in directly.

As soon as she thought of this, Zhao Mengqi was angry, and her heart was full of unwillingness.

"No, I've already lived here, isn't this my home?" Yan Zhenru spread his hands innocently, and said as a matter of course.

Hearing this, Zhao Mengqi's face twitched, and she almost didn't contain the overflowing killing intent.

She took two deep breaths before she suppressed the anger in her heart.

"Yan Zhenru, let me tell you, get out of here as soon as possible. Don't think I don't know, your little thoughts. I would like to advise you, Sir is not someone you can fool. ”

Zhao Mengqi glanced at Yan Zhenru coldly.

"—When Mr. Dan discovers your filthy deeds, he will be instantly disappointed in you, and you will be kicked out without me doing anything."

"Oh yes, but that's going to have to wait until then, anyway, I'm living well with Childe now."

"Last night, I pinched Childe's shoulders, do you know, Childe's weakness turned out to be there."

Yan Zhenru hooked her lips and smiled charmingly.

There was another meaning in those words.

Hearing this, Zhao Mengqi's fists clenched very tightly, and Allure's face was full of anger.

"Yan Zhenru, you won't be proud for long. I will let him know that it is me, not you, who is really suitable to stay by his side! ”

After Zhao Mengqi finished speaking, she ignored Yan Zhenru and walked straight towards Wang Fan.

Looking at the back of Zhao Mengqi leaving, Yan Zhenru smiled disdainfully, and a touch of interest flashed in her eyes.

It seems that life is not too boring.

As soon as he walked to the door of the bedroom, Zhao Mengqi saw that Wang Fan grabbed a pipe and walked out.

"Sir, this is ......"

"Oh, you say this? Well, pipes," Wang Fan explained aloud.

"No, I'm asking, what are you going to do with this pipe?" Zhao Mengqi shook her head and looked at Wang Fan puzzled.

"Suck ......, of course Ahem, it's relaxing. ”

When the words came to his lips, Wang Fan couldn't help but change his words.

I always feel that it sounds better to say it like this.

"Relaxing? Pipes? Zhao Mengqi's eyes were full of curiosity, and he came over directly, staring directly at the pipe in Wang Fan's hand.

"I've heard that mortals will take poisonous herbs to numb themselves, is this the same effect?"

Hearing Zhao Mengqi's question, Wang Fan pursed his lips, his old face couldn't help but turn red, and he was a little embarrassed.

Sure enough, it was still seen through.