"I really doubt that you two are related, but she has a great face to let you run errands." Zhang Shidong looked at the back of Wenxing Brahmin, but the scene of how holy she was, but the fall of holy when he had been in close contact with each other.

"You said that if I had a certainty if I had attacked you with someone who was only higher than me and who was still unable to see the depth of the world today." Wen Xing turned around, and there was a brightness in his starry eyes that ordinary people could not reach. If he was not contaminated with dust, he could truly possess purity. Wen Xing's purity was not something he worshiped or asked for, but it was truly obtained from his heart.

"If you want to catch me, I'll surrender. You don't have to do anything."

"Where are you going to kill you?" A glimmer flashed in Wen Xing's eyes. Obviously, these words are not joking, but really have this plan.

"It would be useless if there were ten more." Zhang Shidong said word by word, and his powerful aura completely enveloped Wenxing. At the same time, his eyes swept to a corner.

In the shadow of the corner, the figure who had already planned to spit out the word arrogance was restrained from the angry face because of the other party's contempt. The thin body contained huge energy. Zhang Shidong had no doubt that she could burst out all her combat power in an instant.

"There is a killer move, but no murderous aura, and a waste."

Zhang Shidong never hides his original character in front of anyone, and unless he deliberately vainly complains, he will never be wronged in this regard.

A person who is full of hostility towards himself also needs you to communicate with the other party politely and tell her. Don’t be hostile to me, I am friendly to you, and we are friends.

The thin and dry woman with dark skin glared at her. Her appearance was barely incompatible with the ugly season. After the rainy season, what burst out from her body was a terrifying impulse. She rushed up at Zhang Shidong regardless of everything.

Fancy, with tricks. As soon as you make a move, Zhang Shidong knew that the person in front of him was from a famous family, which is a few people in the martial arts world. He was the kind of person who truly had combat ability. He was not a fancy way. But even so, her moves that followed the rules or failed to hone on the line of life and death many times were still a little fancy in Zhang Shidong's eyes, and his body flashed back: "Don't make a fuss. I'm really beating you. I have to kneel on the laundry board when I get home."

"you!"

Zhang Shidong pointed to the other party's sleeve. There was a silver needle hanging there, and the thin black woman snorted coldly. She pulled out the silver needle and turned around and left, her eyes still full of dissatisfaction with him.

Wen Xing shook his head and left the palace. Zhang Shidong was spreading his hands and holding a cigarette in his mouth. When he came out, he waved his hand and the virus in the dark could dissipate. Wen Xing and the thin black woman had a look that changed.

"One-on-one, even one-on-two, they are not your opponents. They have specialized in their profession. Compared with those of you who are professional bodyguards, you are not far behind. You have not attacked you before just because they want to fish. See what your purpose is. It is better to dig the roots at once than to prevent problems."

Wen Xing lowered his eyelids and murmured something.

The black and thin woman was still a little dissatisfied, and she kept looking at Zhang Shidong with anger, as if she could cut him off at any time.

Zhang Shidong looked up at the night sky, and a faint warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In the black night sky, there was a faint black shadow, moving with several people, very high and far, as if he was afraid that Wen Xing would notice it.

In Miracle City, the teahouse is unique, and the market here is not very big. It is impossible to make money by spending a lot of money to open a teahouse here.

The fragrance of tea is floating, the guzheng is rustling, and the leisurely environment separates the hustle and bustle outside from the elegant and quiet place with sound insulation. The business is good, but a cup of tea can't gather guests who spend a lot of money. The expensive tea cakes and new tea are affordable and cannot break the boundary of luxury. The guests who come occupy a room and will not leave for a short time. It is inefficient to earn a fortune here.

The black and thin woman's face was still full of resentment. Wen Xing was thinking about it from time to time and looked out through the window that could be seen outside, and she would frown and think about it from time to time. She occasionally turned to Zhang Shidong once or twice, with a few questions in her eyes.

"when……"

A murderous guzheng string sound came from the room opened by the thin black woman, and it overshadowed the sound of the guzheng that was originally played in the hall in the teahouse. In the next ten seconds, the guzheng in the room became the protagonist of the teahouse. The thin black woman walked out with her arms and stood with her back facing the door, obviously trying to block the uninvited guest.

The doors of the room were opened, and the guests who were poking their heads out to think. The guzheng was too sharp. Everyone seemed to have to retreat in the occasion. No one could compete with it and had to surrender to it.

Wen Xing pushed the door open and Zhang Shidong followed closely behind.

The fragrance is very light, but it can penetrate your heart and lungs as soon as possible. Unconsciously, it will raise your nose and suck it again. If you want to keep this fragrance in your body, it is comfortable, transparent, and fragrant without greasiness, you will feel that it is very comfortable to accompany your body all the time. If you desire it and this scent will become stronger and stronger.

Zhang Shidong sat down and focused his attention on the incense burner in front of the Guzheng, and even ignored the woman who was sitting behind the Guzheng. A woman who was destined to ignore her age but couldn't help but guess her age, compared to Wen Xing's extraordinary appearance, she had no intention of being spotless. She was covered in the smell of the city, but the smell of the city was not redundant on her body, and it was completely integrated into her body, so that you would not measure who she was because of how she dressed up, how she put on makeup and what to wear. You could not define what kind of woman she was. Apart from the faint coldness and arrogance between her eyebrows, she was the type of woman that smart men would never want to approach. Because, she gave you too boring, she would be the type of person who was still a dead body when she closed the lamp.

Zhang Shidong didn't like wooden furniture very much, although he saw that the material of the wooden sofa chair sitting under his butt was expensive in the market today, his body shrank and found a place that made him most comfortable. Regardless of whether the current occasion is suitable or not, he just lit a cigarette and completely destroyed the atmosphere here.

The sound of the guzheng suddenly stopped, giving people the same feeling as the other customers in the teahouse after closing the door before, and they felt that something suddenly was missing in their minds, as if the existence of the guzheng was what they needed before, and now it is empty.

Zhang Shidong buckled his ears with his fingers and asked Wen Xingmuling beside him, "Does it sound good?"

If there is a Guzheng enthusiast or a person who just thought the sound is good, he may want to step forward and grab his ears and curse: "Do you have any artistic cells?"

Wenxing poured him a cup of tea: "It sounds good but not good, you are listening, aren't you?"

Zhang Shidong Guaner: "Okay, okay, I'm wrong. It's very tiring to talk to people like you. If you say I'm wrong, it's wrong."

The woman raised her head and said coldly: "If you are wrong, just change it."

Zhang Shidong sat upright and gave the other party a very serious and formal expression. He snatched the cigarette and put his hands on his knees. He said politely: "I'm sorry, aunt, you don't have to say some things. I won't leave Tong Qiannian, nor will I let her leave me. Don't use the extra temptation and trying to separate the wrist. Basically, you don't have the chance to threaten me to leave with death, so please don't waste your words."

This politeness is to give Tong Qiannian the respect for this relationship. The woman opposite is her mother. No matter what she does, for the sake of Tong Qiannian's face, he can tolerate this time. This tolerance comes from respect and cherishing, and does not mix any other factors.

"Are the three of us enough?" The woman was still cold, and she seemed to be staring at Zhang Shidong, but in fact she was not focusing on him at all.

Zhang Shidong smiled and answered the question irrelevantly, and this answer was enough to make any person who asked: "I really doubt how Tong Ding gets along with you with his personality. I think it's funny to think about it."

"Zhang Shidong, do you think I dare not?" The woman stood up with a straight eyebrows.

Zhang Shidong was still smiling, stood up and walked to the window, opened the gauze curtain and looked at the brightly lit city outside. He opened the window and let a hot sea breeze blow in. Along with the wind, there was also an airborne figure, with its wings flaming. A slender hand grabbed the sharp claws of the giant eagle spreading its wings, and released its hand near the window area. The body drifted horizontally for several meters in an irregular posture. He came in at the window. The green color on his wrist flashed, and a hissing sound came from his wrist. The green snake body wrapped around his wrist and forearm, giving people a very strange feeling.

The only three women who should be very suitable for ancient costumes, the only one who gives people the strongest feeling of ancient times between the mountains and forests.

After being born, entering the world, and being born again, Tai Shu Liuli finally broke through herself again in the desert cell and going out experience, and regained the temperament that made ordinary people's position thrilling. The difference is that even Zhang Shidong now looks like a different kind of stunning look.

"Senior Sister Beiming, long time no see." "Hello, Brahmin Prophet."

Tai Shu Liuli bowed to the vulgar but unconventional woman, with no joy or sorrow in her words, and no personal emotions were mixed.

"I see how you pass this love barrier." The woman surnamed Beiming glanced at Tai Shu Liuli, and was stunningly hidden in her cold attitude.

"Congratulations." Wen Xing stared at Tai Shu Liuli and responded to her greetings with a strange etiquette gesture.

This was a very aura scene, but it was completely destroyed by Zhang Shidong's random action next.
Chapter completed!