Chapter Eighty-Seven: Customers Are Overflowing

After Zhao Haochen's brainwashing lesson, Menglong had already woken up at this moment, but when he thought of selling himself to a teenager last night, he felt that an old face had no place to go. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Full of melancholy, he walked into the street with a sad face, this is Zhao Haochen telling him not to care about the bloodstained villa, you are you, what should you do.

"Old Meng, why aren't you dead yet?" A Chinese character sounded hazy, and a pair of eyes kept scanning him, frowning, very puzzled.

"You're all alive, how can I die?" Menglong was already very depressed, and when he met this mourning star again, his mood was not much better.

"No, how did I hear that you attacked the Bloodstained Villa last night, who did you ......" A fierce look flashed on the big man's rough face, and he gestured at his neck.

Menglong pulled the big man to a corner, and according to Zhao Haochen's instructions, he said it as it was, and in the unbelievable dark color of his face, Menglong told him, "Don't tell anyone else", and then left suddenly.

Jianghu people will inevitably be hot-blooded, Jianghu people will inevitably have grudges, and Jianghu people will always live in the midst of fighting.

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward.

will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan.

Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light.

After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born.

Saving Zhao with the golden mallet, Handan was shocked first.

Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City.

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world.

Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical.

Maybe there are too many such chivalrous people on the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes are more disturbed.

Chivalry is of course chivalrous and righteous, but they may have thought that those souls under their swords are such chivalrous that the kite of the rivers and lakes continues to intensify, and there is never a moment of stopping.

Bullies bully and humiliate the poor people, and there is hatred in the hearts of the people, and the hatred is difficult to extinguish and endless.

This is the rivers and lakes.

Where there are rivers and lakes, there are grudges, there are strife, there are killings, there are life and death.

The weak want revenge, then this line of life and death is their opportunity, and it is their chance.

The Pavilion of Life and Death is like having wings, and it has quietly become a well-known secret in the eyes of martial arts.

"Whether it's rumors or the truth, even if there is a glimmer of hope, I will never give up, if I can get revenge, what does it matter if I sell my life to the pavilion master?"

The night is always a cover for the weak, and the night is always a paradise for the unscrupulous, and the night provides them with the greatest protection.

Before the line of life and death, one after another figures came out of that hidden corner, all masked, sitting peacefully in a small cubicle.

The cubicle was made of stainless steel, and it was impossible to tell from the outside whether there was anyone inside. This is what Zhao Haochen painstakingly prepared for these people for confidentiality.

There was a person in more than a dozen small compartments, and there were people constantly watching, always paying attention to the movement of each compartment, someone came out, and another figure flew in.

With a wave of his hand, a white mist suddenly appeared in the small hut, and even if he was face-to-face, he couldn't see the faces of the people on the other side. And Zhao Haochen is even more dressed in white and white, which is very mysterious.

The white mist is shrouded, the ice is piercing, there are three points of majesty, three points of mystery, three points of detachment, and a peerless style.

"The line of life and death, the line of life and death, the fate of the law is natural, the Tao is natural, those who are destined to enter, and those who are not destined to come out!" Menglong guarded in front of the thatched hut, his expression was cold, the long knife in his hand flashed with a cold glow, and he looked like no one should enter.

Liu Cheng strolled over, and saw from a distance that the doors of each cubicle were closed, that is, there were people in each cubicle. I couldn't help but widen my eyes.

Looking at the surrounding jungle and flashing, you can know that there are still people inside, and there are not a few.

For this result, he is very inexplicably different.

Counting Menglong's notification, it was only five fingers, and he dared to guarantee that absolutely no one else knew, so what was going on in front of him?

How did it suddenly swarm overnight, like cabbage on the street, cheap and cheap, everywhere, is it the first case of a dream dragon?

That's not right, Menglong was also taken in by the helper yesterday, and it's still two hours short of a day.

This is an extremely secret secret!

But what's going on in front of you? Why do so many people still know, is it leaking?

As soon as I thought of this, I only felt that my back was cold, and the gangmaster's very spicy methods were still in my eyes, and I felt a chill in my heart for a while, and my feet really wanted to see them in the snow, and I was a little disobedient, no matter how hard I tried, it was like my feet were deep in mud and couldn't pull them out.

Zhao Haochen sat on his chair very domineeringly, standing tall, this chair was half a foot off the ground, and as for the scale, it occupied almost a quarter of the entire room, looking very domineering.

After listening to the statement of this martial artist, Zhao Haochen still used the habit of letting him ponder in this white mist for a quarter of an hour, while Zhao Haochen knocked on the armrest on the left, and then a thick pile of information was presented from the armrest of the chair.

The martial artist secretly squinted at Zhao Haochen, who was high above, but through the white mist, he couldn't see clearly at all, let alone see what Zhao Haochen was doing.

After flipping through the information, Zhao Haochen smiled knowingly, high up, not moving at all, only the two robe sleeves were dancing.

The dense white mist seemed to have spirituality, condensing a white villain, with a head and a brain, right leg and right foot, like a living person, Zhao Haochen's robe sleeves waved, the white mist whip in the villain's hand waved, moving like a spiritual snake, but there was no gloomy horror, the right leg forward, the left leg slightly backward, and the left hand poked out at the same time.

If the enemy of the hall fights against this villain, he will find that against himself, it will definitely be a defeat.

The people in the hall thanked them again and again, but their words were still full of doubts and hesitation.

The man went out, and then another man came in, as always.

Menglong, who was guarding the door, looked at Liu Cheng who had been standing next to him for a long time very dissatisfied, and his eyebrows were twisted together very uncomfortably.

You're a girl, Lao Tzu is guarding here so hard, but you kid has the leisure to enjoy the snow, you really deserve to fight.

Three steps into two steps, a big hand grabbed Liu Cheng's left shoulder.

"You kid still dare to be lazy, I will sue you in front of the pavilion master!" dragged Liu Cheng to the door.

It is said that an unscrupulous gang leader laughed afterwards and made fun of Liu Cheng for a long time.