Ning Zhenzhen came to Xicheng in a hurry.

In the Xicheng courtyard, a middle-aged man stood upright in the center, surrounded by several young men and women.

Sima Xun, Huang Yufeng, Zhao Zhihua and others were also among them.

They looked at the middle-aged man in front of them and looked curiously at the direction of the hall.

Three middle-aged men were sitting in the hall, drinking tea comfortably.

"Why is Sicheng missing here? Where did he go?"

"Ning Zhenzhen, the genius disciple of Mingyue Temple, is really good-looking."

"She is so arrogant. By throwing us here, is she trying to intimidate us?"

"It shouldn't be right? It seems that Miss Ning is not so ignorant. She must have something urgent to go out to take care of."

"As a disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult, what could be bigger than this?"

"Brother Ni, isn't it inappropriate for us to seize this case that should actually belong to the internal department?"

"Haha...Brother Chi, why do our foreign ministers need to pay attention to our internal ministers when doing things?"

"That's true, but..."

"Okay, they are a bunch of losers. If we really let it go to them, will they be able to catch this person?"

"That's true."

While they were discussing, Ning Zhenzhen walked in, cupped his fists and saluted, first thanked him, and then handed the string of Buddhist beads to the middle-aged man in charge: "Ni Zhenzhen, please put this on for that guy first."

"What's this?"

"Senior Brother Fakong asked me to suppress those who committed suicide."

"Oh——?" The burly middle-aged man in front of him took the beads, and immediately felt a coolness entering his mind and then spreading all over his body in an instant.

It's like I got into an ice spring in summer and suddenly woke up.

"Yo!" He looked at the Buddhist beads in his hand in surprise and said with emotion: "As expected of Master Fakong."

"Master Fakong's Buddhist beads? Let me take a look."

"Let me take a look too!"

The three of them took turns to look at it, and they all felt the power of the Pure Heart Curse, and asked Ning Zhenzhen to put it on the chest of the Kunshan Holy Cult disciple.

With the suppression of this Buddha bead, the disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult must not be able to commit suicide, so they can ask questions.

Ni Zhao, who was in charge, came to the courtyard with his hands behind his back, stood in front of the Kunshan Holy Cult disciple, looked at him, and looked at him calmly.

He turned to Ning Zhenzhen and said, "I'm going to ask now, Miss Ning has taken the trouble."

"Okay." Ning Zhenzhen smiled lightly.

Ni Zhao looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and said with emotion: "Who would have thought that a top-notch master would actually become a slave, which is shocking."

The middle-aged man had a look of disdain on his face.

"It seems that you think that no matter how big the sacrifice is for the goal, it is worthy." Ni Zhao nodded: "It's a pity that others don't think so."

Ning Zhenzhen took a look at Ni Zhao.

Ni Zhao said: "What did he say?"

"They are all curse words." Ning Zhenzhen said lightly: "They are not worth listening to."

Ni Zhao nodded: "He must be scolding me in his heart and wishing he could eat my flesh and drink my blood."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "It's not that vicious."

Ni Zhaodao: "If you have anything to say, just say it. There is no need to shock him to cover it up."

"Yes." Ning Zhenzhen responded.

Ni Zhao looked at the young man: "Is it worth it? For the sake of Kunshan Holy Cult, you have to lose all your face?"

The middle-aged man once again showed disdain.

"How many disciples of the Kunshan Holy Sect are lurking in Shenjing?

Ni Zhao turned his attention to Ning Zhenzhen.

Ning Zhenzhen was silent and shook his head: "No."

The middle-aged man and the other two couldn't help but be startled.
Chapter completed!