As he approached, it was Mr. Ji who spoke first.

Mr. Ji said.

"Wait. ”

In addition to poems and numbers, this is the first sentence that Mr. Ji has ever said.

Don't think he's lucky.

Mr. Ji suddenly opened his mouth, in fact, it had nothing to do with him, but the atmosphere on the stage was getting tighter, which was really eye-catching, and Mr. Ji was even more fascinated, and he simply held his breath.

But seeing the red-faced old student standing with a gun, the red tassels on the gun were distinct, and although the person was surrounded by danger, his eyebrows were calm and calm.

As the red tassel spear swept up, the enemy flipped in the air like a wave, or fell to the ground.

But after all, he was invincible with four hands, and after all, he was slashed in the neck by a protective knife and fell to the ground on one knee.

With the scene, the huqin also rose, and the garden was immediately filled with a sense of sadness, and some people even fell in love, and two lines of tears were dripping.

Mr. Ji also sighed slightly, let out a long sigh, and then said.

"What are you here to inquire about?"

He said.

"There is a person, but I don't know if Mr. Ji knows about it. ”

Mr. Ji had never looked at him squarely, so he waited for him to put down the silver tael, and then wrote a poem.

But he threw only ten taels of silver.

Mr. Ji's brow furrowed.

And they listened to him.

"Meng Qingyi, do you know?"

Of course, this is also the first question for the whole day, except for Zhao Zidu.

Mr. Ji, who was also provoked, finally turned his head and looked at him.

Next, Mr. Ji's words surprised people.

Mr. Ji said.

"I know you, you have no name, you used to be with Lin Fan. ”

He seemed to have been hit by a bolt from the blue, and his eyes were about to bulge.

Even Mo Yutang only learned about him and Lin Fan after Lin Fan asked him to assassinate He Jiefeng, how did this Mr. Ji say everything?

Looking at his panicked appearance, Mr. Ji just said lightly.

"I'm half a peer with you, so you don't need to be too surprised. ”

His face softened slightly.

He repeated with difficulty.

"Meng Qingyi, you ......"

Mr. Ji has intercepted the road.

"The five knives in the Great Wilderness World, of course, everyone knows and knows them. This person has friends all over the world, the god of swordsmanship, the evil demon and the crooked sect, and the relationship is not shallow. There are many enemies, and they are of all kinds. ”

"Do you want to know Meng Qingyi's friend, or Meng Qingyi's enemy?"

For a moment, he felt like he had been seen through.

Even Lu Muqing never gave such a feeling.

No matter how calm he maintained, sweat could not help but fall from his forehead.

He said.

"Among the enemies, is there a round fat man?"

Mr. Ji stretched out his hand and waited until he handed over another ten taels before he said.

"This fat man had no enmity with Meng Qingyi, but he had an aunt, and the husband of that aunt happened to die in the hands of Meng Qingyi. ”

His mind drifted slightly, back to that snowy day, when he looked at the round man all over.

He remembered that the fat man did have a jealous aunt in his mouth.

This Mr. Ji really knows.

Before he could open his mouth to ask, Mr. Ji's hand reached out again.

Helplessly, he handed it over.

So Mr. Ji continued.

"These people do belong to an organization, and the leader is also an old acquaintance of mine, but unfortunately I have nothing to tell you the name. ”

He didn't want the clue to be cut off here, so he hurriedly pursued it.

"And what can you tell me?"

Mr. Ji's palm was empty again, and only the silver of the white flowers could be filled.

Then Mr. Ji smiled.

"I can tell you that in three days, you'll know the address of that organization. ”