Yin Shengyao said lightly: "We have a good relationship, and we express our feelings. It made Patriarch Tang laugh."
I'm not used to being stared at by people, so I said, "Chengyao, let me down first..."
Yin Shengyao leaned close to my ear and said softly, "Baby, didn't you just say that your leg hurts and you can't walk? Let me hug you for a while."
I'm speechless, brother, does anyone believe what you say? My majestic god-level master can't walk because of foot pain
A haze flashed in Tang Mingli's eyes, and it scraped on Yin Shengyao's body like a knife, but Yin Shengyao was happy with it.
"Patriarch Tang came to visit late at night, what's your business?" Yin Shengyao asked.
Tang Mingli glanced at me: "I have something to do with Ms. Yuan."
Yin Shengyao sneered, and said, "Given what Patriarch Tang did last time, it's better to talk about it in front of me."
The anger in Tang Mingli's eyes deepened, he still stared at me, I made up my mind, and said coldly: "Patriarch Tang, if you have anything, just talk about it here."
Tang Mingli was silent for a moment, and said, "I have received reliable news that Satanism is going to attack you."
I frowned and said, "I have no grievances with the Satanists in the past, but why do they want to deal with me again and again?"
"My people are investigating." Tang Mingli said, "Be careful during this time."
Yin Shengyao said: "With me here, I don't need to bother you." He paused and said provocatively, "Do you have anything else to do?"
Tang Mingli took two steps back, looked at me coldly, turned around and walked into the car.
Watching his car disappear at the end of the strip, I said, "Can you let me down?"
"Okay." He leaned over, "But before that, I have to collect some taxes."
After that, he kissed me lightly on the cheek and said, "I hope you will kiss me next time."
With a helpless face, I said, "Okay, I'll try next time."
An unprecedented joy flashed in Yin Shengyao's eyes. Although he was very restrained, in the next few days, the disciples of the Medical King School found that he always had a smile on his face.
The mountain city in summer is very hot, and the heat is unbearable, but construction is going on everywhere in this city. Now there is a lot of aura here, and countless people have moved in. There is a great demand for housing, and workers have to work until late to rest.
At nine o'clock at night, a construction site is brightly lit, and workers are working on scaffolding with high spirits.
The boss this time is good, and they paid three times the overtime wages. As long as the first phase of the project in this community is repaired, they can go back to their hometown and repair a small building for their family.
The workers were so happy that they didn't realize that there was a dangerous and sinister aura slowly approaching them in the darkness.
"Crack!" A worker slapped the back of his neck fiercely, and the worker standing below him asked strangely, "What's wrong?"
"Damn, there are spiders." The worker cursed, shook off the dead spider in his hand, and continued to work.
"Cut, isn't it just a spider?" said the worker below, "Old Guo, quickly put down the rope for me. I must finish this tonight, or Zhou Papi will scold me again."
Zhou Papi is the foreman. He usually tries his best to squeeze the workers and deduct their wages. The workers secretly call him Zhou Papi.
"Okay." The old spider-shooter Guo agreed, stretched the rope a bit longer, and continued to paint the exterior walls of the building.
The one below was halfway through brushing when he suddenly heard a strange sound. When he looked up, he saw Lao Guo was holding a pair of large scissors and was cutting the rope on his body.
The worker yelled in fright: "Old Guo, why are you so crazy?"
However, Lao Guo ignored him and continued to cut the rope.
In a hurry, he climbed up the scaffolding, grabbed his ankle, and yelled angrily, "Old Guo, are you crazy? You cut the rope, and we're all going to die! Even if you want to die, don't pull me on your back!"
Suddenly, Lao Guo turned his head suddenly, and he saw Lao Guo's face, his face was black and purple, his eyes were only white, and there were black bloodshots criss-crossing under his eyes.
Just like a ghost!
Click.
The rope was cut, and Lao Guo kicked him in the face, kicking him down the nineteenth floor.
"Old Guo!" The workers working around were stunned, and there was a low sound from Lao Guo's throat, like the sound of insects crawling.
Then, he moved.
His speed was very fast, and he quickly passed the scaffolding, threw himself in front of another worker, and stabbed him in the chest.
"what!"
This scream opened the prelude to the massacre!
Luo Jia was awakened by the female manager's phone call. He hurried to the construction site and saw corpses all over the place. The cordon had already been pulled up, and countless policemen in black uniforms were coming and going inside.
Two policemen walked towards him, looked at him seriously, and said, "Are you the person in charge of this project?"
"I am the president of Rockwell Corporation, and I am responsible for everything here." Luo Jia frowned, "What happened?"
"Do you know a worker named Tan Deyou?"
Luo Jia said: "There are so many workers on the construction site, I can't get to know them one by one, I only know a few foremen."
The policeman said solemnly: "He suddenly went berserk at work and stabbed his fellow workers with a knife, resulting in four deaths and seven injuries."
"What?" Lorgar frowned. "Why did he go crazy? Does he have a mental illness?"
The two policemen looked at him coldly and said, "You really don't know?"
"Know what?" He was confused.
The policemen looked at each other and said: "Your project uses a lot of toxic and cheap construction materials, causing the workers to inhale too much toxic substances and have hallucinations. We have sent all the remaining workers to the hospital and are waiting For further test results, you can come with us."
Lorgar narrowed her eyes.
He was framed!
Soon, the test results came out, and all the workers on the construction site were more or less poisoned. This kind of poison can affect the human nervous system, causing irritability, and some have already developed symptoms, which must be treated immediately.
Luo Jia, as the person in charge, had to bear the main responsibility and was detained. For a while, Luo Jia's business was panicked.
In the early morning, the sun was shining brightly. I had just absorbed a ray of purple air from the east. I carried my sword and planned to go to the yard to practice a set of sword skills, but I saw Li Muzi turning on the TV, cleaning the house and listening to the news.
"Last night there was a serious incident of violence caused by the use of toxic construction materials on the construction site... The president of Rockwell Enterprises has been detained..."
I paused and narrowed my eyes.
A few hours later, Yun Yongqing walked into Guiyuan. He was wearing a tracksuit. From his appearance, he could not tell that he was the boss of the Yiren casual cultivator in the mountain city. His cultivation has improved rapidly, he has reached the seventh rank, and he has also learned the art of restraint. In the eyes of others, he is no different from ordinary people, and he can never be found after being thrown into the crowd.
Yun Yongqing said: "Ms. Yuan, according to reliable sources, this Luo Jia offended someone, and the other party set up a series of schemes to frame him and go to jail."
"Who did it?" I asked.
"It's a few businessmen from Nanyang." Yun Yongqing said, "Luo Jia is unwilling to cooperate with them. They tried their best to put pressure on Luo Jia, but they were all resolved by Luo Jia, so they made such a bad plan."
He paused, and said: "It is said that they invited a master from Nanyang, who has a very exquisite technique and has an eighth-rank cultivation base."
I narrowed my eyes slightly, nodded and said, "I see, thank you."
After Yun Yongqing left, I pondered for a moment, and said to Li Muzi: "Muzi, Luo Jia might be in danger in the detention center, you send your friends to protect him."
Li Muzi nodded and said: "Master, don't worry, leave it to me."
My eyes became deep, and I said, "I want to see how powerful they are."
At this time, Luo Jia in the detention center was reading a book. He knew that he had been framed, but he did not panic.
In the past twenty years, he has experienced countless big scenes, and this setback is nothing at all.
He also has his own forces, they are running outside to investigate, and sooner or later they will rescue him.
At this moment, someone shouted outside: "Luo Jia, your lawyer wants to see you!"
He came to the reception room, and across the glass, a well-dressed middle-aged man sat across from him.
"How's the situation?" Lorgar picked up the phone and asked.
"The situation is very bad." The lawyer shook his head and said, "I found a lot of people, and the other party did it very neatly and skillfully." (To be continued)