"You're not mistaken, you should be dealing with him, I'm very familiar with Brother Jun!"

"Even if you and Brother Jun are brothers, I'm afraid it won't work. The hotel manager stared at Ghost Seven and said-Just kidding, let's not say that Wang Jun doesn't care about this matter, even if he wants to take care of it, he doesn't dare to take care of it, even if Wang Jun comes, I'm afraid he will deal with it in the same way as himself.

At this time, Xia Long indifferently got into the car, and then smiled at Ghost Qi and said, "There is a good saying, if you don't die, you won't die!"

The words fell.

Xia Long drove Sister Mei's BMW X5 and walked away.

As for Ghost Seven, stay here tonight and shed a layer of skin - this Ghost Seven is really, I don't want to pretend to be forced, I have to let myself pretend to be forced.

Ay......

At this moment, Sister Mei and Xiaolan in the car looked at Xia Long, and six words floated in the sky, "So handsome, so cool!"

Meantime.

At the moment when Xia Long drove away, an illusory black shadow flashed from the bamboo forest on the side of the street and followed Xia Long's car.

Judging from the speed alone, this cliff is a master.

After the evening rush hour, the way back was much smoother.

Xia Long drove all the way and returned to the youth KTV in only twenty minutes.

"Xia Long, it's so late, why don't you drive me back. Sister Mei preached to Xia Long.

"Hey, Sister Mei, no need, I'll just walk back, it's only ten minutes. Xia Long replied - I don't know when I like to walk alone in the secluded night.

This feeling is as if you are out of the hustle and bustle of the city, and you will get all the quiet that is rare.

"Oh well. Sister Mei nodded, "Be careful on the road." ”

"Sister Mei, I'm leaving. Xia Long waved his hand and walked towards the school dormitory with the little white fox in his arms.

Night, slightly cool.

Empty night sky, starry.

The whole city is bathed in the bright moonlight.

Xia Long walked on the street, the dim yellow light, pulling his figure long.

At this time.

A middle-aged uncle stood in front of him.

The middle-aged uncle was wearing a suit, tie, trousers to the ankles, showing his feet and neck, and black leather shoes, even at night, they were extremely shiny.

With the scattered Mediterranean-like hair on his head, he looks like a middle-aged uncle who has been tortured by the pressure of life.

This kind of middle-aged uncle is very common to run around on the bus and subway every day.

However, what is somewhat unusual is that this middle-aged uncle wears a pair of large sunglasses.

It's a big night, with sunglasses, is there a hole in the head?

However, Xia Long soon realized that something was wrong.

People who wear sunglasses at night may not have a pit in their head, but they may also be blind?

The middle-aged uncle stood face to face with Xia Long like this.

"It's someone from the Night Demon Sect, Wan Bird, Wan Bird, I didn't expect that the people of the Night Demon Sect would be able to find themselves like this!"

- If it were a normal situation, with her third-order demon cultivator, she would not be afraid of the second-order true martial artist in front of her.

But the problem is that I'm injured now, and I can't beat it.

However, Xia Long did not know the situation at this time.

Now, Xia Long had regarded the second-order monk in front of him as a poor middle-aged blind uncle.

"Uncle, you are blind, why are you alone on the road, the road is very dangerous, especially at night, you will be accidentally hit, what about your family? If you don't have a family, you should have a guide dog, right?" Xia Long said with sincere concern.

When the middle-aged uncle heard Xia Long's words, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he grinned, even at night, he could clearly see the spitting star squirting out of his mouth.

"Boy, you're blind, your whole family is blind!"

"Uh...... It turns out that he is not blind, and when he comes out with sunglasses at night, it is really easy for people to mistake him for being blind. Xia Long scratched his head in embarrassment.

- Wipe yo, isn't pretending to be forced to be a patent for young people, but has it really spread to the middle-aged uncle world?

Ay...... This is not the era when sunglasses are standard in night bars, but the era of sunglasses standard on night streets has come.

"Little friend, give me the little white fox you are holding. The middle-aged uncle stretched out his hand to Xia Long and preached.

Talking about looking for the little white fox, it made the middle-aged uncle burst into tears, and the past was unbearable.

On that day, he followed the Night Demon Sect's subordinates to besiege the little white fox.

Although this little white fox is a third-order demon cultivator, there are many people who can't stand their Night Demon Sect.

In addition, it was a very shameless kind of raid, and successfully injured the little white fox.

It is proper to be able to catch the little white fox, how do you know that the third-order demon cultivator is very powerful, jumped a stinky fart, and was escaped like this.

Because if you catch the little white fox, you can get the reward of the sect, that is, ten bottles of spiritual liquid.

For monks above the fourth order, the spirit gathering liquid is scum.

But for monks below the fourth order, it was a super treasure.

The spiritual liquid can wash the marrow and strengthen the body, and it can also gather spiritual energy, which is of great benefit to cultivation.

When each monk breaks through to the next level, he must have a strong physique to survive the Heavenly Tribulation, otherwise he will be blasted into slag.

This middle-aged uncle is a very thoughtful uncle and a little monk.

He wants to make meritorious service and receive a reward alone, and ten bottles of spiritual liquid are divided into ten people, and each person has one bottle.

But the ten bottles of the spirit liquid are all owned by themselves, that is ten bottles, the rhythm of making a fortune.

And the middle-aged uncle is not worried at all that he can't deal with this little spirit fox, because the little spirit fox is injured, and he can handle it himself.

Therefore, a middle-aged uncle embarked on a journey to find the little white fox alone.

The middle-aged uncle monk is an uncle who is very good at observing life, and in order to better integrate into the city and not attract attention, he has an office worker dress.

The hard work paid off, and he finally found the trace of the little white fox.

When he found the little white fox, his whole heart trembled, his eyes were like 360-watt bulbs, and his old nose lit up, as if ten bottles of spiritual liquid were beckoning to him.

"What do you want my little white fox for?" Xia Long raised his vigilance.

"He's not for you, leave it to me. The middle-aged uncle said.

"Don't give it!"

"Be good, be obedient, give it to me, otherwise my uncle will rob it. The middle-aged uncle replied.

"If you don't give it, it's not yours, why give it to you?" Xia Long said with a firm gaze.

"Because it has what I want. The middle-aged uncle said as he walked towards Xia Long.

"Don't come here, I'll do it when I come over, don't think that because you're old, I won't dare to hit you!" Xia Long took a step back.

"Hit me, wahahaha, it's so funny!"

The words fell.

The middle-aged uncle waved his palm.

Boom!

Gravel scattered.

A stone pillar next to the sidewalk exploded directly.

When Xia Long saw this scene, his eyes were stunned - rub, what the hell is this?