The sunlight outside the window gradually dwindled, and the room without the light had become dim. At this time, a pair of cold hands untied the turban covering Langfeng's eyes.
"Ah! Ghost!" With a scream, Langfeng only saw a pale face in front of him, not a bloody skull wearing black clothes, and two long gray nails. The palm of his hand supported his shoulder, his face changed suddenly, and he leaned back quickly, only to find that it had reached the wall.
"Do you know that you are wrong?" Under the pale figure, a tender voice sounded.
"No, I don't know!" Langfeng looked at the black figure in horror, but his eyes looked towards the black figure's chest unconsciously.
"I don't know? Why did you let other girls kiss you! Wouldn't you hide?" An angry voice came from the mask, which was obviously very angry.
"But I was injured at the time and couldn't move at all, it was them..." Langfeng looked innocent, and directly passed the blame on Su Ziyan and Chen Qian.
"Well, then I'll go ask them tomorrow!" Zhang Meng, who was under the mask, said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Don't don't don't, it's because I'm not good, I won't dare anymore!" Hearing that Zhang Meng's words are too angry, Langfeng quickly said with a smile. But the eyes kept wandering like a hook.
"What are you looking at?" Sombra asked curiously.
"No, nothing!" Langfeng swallowed, the scene before him was really exciting.
At this moment, Zhang Meng was squatting on the ground, and there was a complete vacuum under the black robe, in order to be more "realistic" and vivid, but she never imagined that the brother Qian Chuan in front of her would be a ghost and would hate to meet a female ghost. The super hooligan who went up to strike up a conversation.
Zhang Meng is already sophomore in high school. It is reasonable to say that this kind of mistake would not be made, but she still did it, and what she did made Langfeng's blood "liquid" sprayed, almost bleeding from her nose.
The entire chest was under her knees. Zhang Meng tried her best to make her nascent breast a little bigger, because she had seen Langfeng staring at Su Ziyan's chest before.
"Hmph, this stinky guy, you can't see and eat!" Zhang Meng thought triumphantly, but didn't realize that he had gained Langfeng in vain.
The black figure slowly backed away, and at the same time a tender voice came: "Close your eyes, turn your head!"
"Okay, okay!" Turning his head hurriedly, Langfeng's mouth had split to the back of his head.
There was another timid sound of undressing and dressing, and a pretty Zhang Meng appeared in front of Langfeng again, with an embarrassed expression on his red face, biting his lips silently. He opened the door and went straight out.
"Ah, Mengmeng, it was terrible just now!" Langfeng suddenly reacted, and quickly recovered, walking out with a look of horror, and at the same time, he did not forget to take a treasure with him.
"Mengmeng, you are making trouble again!" Looking at Langfeng's expression, Zhang Ruixue naturally knew that he was trying to make Zhang Meng happy.
"Why, mother!" Muttered a few words, Zhang Meng lowered his head and didn't look at Langfeng, but at this moment Langfeng opened his mouth embarrassedly: "Well, Ruixue, Mengmeng, I'll go if there is nothing wrong. Now, there are still things to be dealt with. If there is anything to do, please call!"
Langfeng directly said goodbye. Now that the sky is so late, how would others think of Zhang Ruixue if he doesn't leave, not to mention, if his collection is "shown", everything will be ruined.
Going straight downstairs, Langfeng took a look at the Mercedes-Benz s600 downstairs and got his own f150. Although he found out a lot on his own car, Langfeng knew that this Mercedes-Benz s600 was not as good as his own car’s set of insurance. The bar is valuable.
"Young man, how are you!" The moment Langfeng opened the door, an old man was one step faster than Langfeng, jumped into the car, looked at Langfeng and said with a smile.
His pupils shrank suddenly, Langfeng knew that he had encountered an expert, without a trace of expression on his face, he directly sat in his driver's seat and walked the car towards a secluded path.
"Oh, quite sensible!" Qiu Zhiguo said proudly as he looked at the young man driving approvingly.
"Hehe, if you are in our business, you naturally have to understand." He said respectfully, Langfeng knew that the visitor was unkind, and drove directly to the remote place.
"You really belong to the National Security Bureau? But I haven't seen you!" The old man said, immediately making Langfeng's face become more exciting.
He didn't doubt the words of the old man in front of him. The movements of the old man just now fully proved that the opponent is not weaker than his own speed, and now his speed is at least ten times faster than before.
Originally, Langfeng was dominated by speed and strength in the Hongmen Dragon Slashing Hall. There are only a handful of people who can surpass him, but now, ten times his own speed is not as fast as this old man!
"The old man is disrespectful and disrespectful!" Langfeng immediately changed his respectful face. He originally wanted to get rid of the enemy by relying on his familiarity with the location. Now he knew that he could run away from the monk and not the temple.
"Don't be disrespectful to me! You pretended to use my name as the old man, shouldn't you have violated me..." The old man snorted and said to Langfeng.
He only heard half of the words, and Langfeng didn't hear the rest of the words at all, and his head exploded like a buzzer.
"Using your name, you, you are Qiu Zhiguo!" Langfeng shouted in his heart, this is too damn ridiculous, Qiu Zhiguo would be almost two hundred years old if he were alive now, and this stretched out his hand... suddenly hit After a chill, Langfeng didn't know what to say, but continued to drive without a word.
"Okay, just stop here!" The old man said, and obediently pulled the car over, Langfeng got out of the car and hurriedly opened the door for the old man.
"Well, Old Man Qiu, I'm really sorry today. Although I knew you were still building, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence!" Langfeng said nonsense, with a little embarrassment on his face.
"Do you know I'm still alive?" Frowning, Qiu Zhiguo's expression was weird, and asked: "Who is your hometown?"
When Qiu Zhiguo asked this question, Langfeng was taken aback, and said: "Teacher Hongmen Qian Xinghai, the kid took his old man to say hello to you."
"Qian Xinghai!" Listening to Langfeng's words, Qiu Zhiguo's face was taken aback, and then a strange smile appeared.
"Qian Xinghai? It's not bad. I only saw him three days ago and asked him if he intends to accept a disciple. Guess what he said to me?" Qiu Zhiguo asked with a sneer on his face.
"He said that he had lost his thoughts since he died the last apprentice, right?" His eyes narrowed slightly, and Wolf Peak's muscles became tense, and it might break out anytime, anywhere.
"What? It's been exposed again, right? Boy, you lied to the old man twice, do you really think that the old man is demented?" His face became cold, and Qiu Zhiguo stepped forward and appeared directly at Langfeng five meters away. By his side, sharp claws like eagle claws were directly locked to Langfeng's throat.
His face was unmoved, Langfeng took a step back, and then a short body let Qiu Zhiguo's blow.
"There are two brushes!" With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Qiu Zhiguo's old and frail appearance suddenly disappeared, his back straightened, and he rushed toward Langfeng again.
The wrist bends slightly, and Langfeng knows that he can't use Hongmen's martial arts at all. Although the old man named Qiu Zhiguo in front of him has not heard the master mention it, it is entirely because Langfeng is not capable of it.
"Absolutely can't be discovered, otherwise things will be difficult this time!" In his mind, Langfeng watched Qiu Zhiguo's attack without retreating and advancing, a pair of white fists smashed at the opponent's claws.
Langfeng's body has been "shot" by the No. 4 "medicine" agent. From the physical point of view, Qiu Zhiguo is definitely above Qiu Zhiguo, but after all, Qiu Zhiguo is an old antique who has never been born, and he can't underestimate his cultivation. According to the ranks, he is now regarded as a high-level acquired warrior.
And now Langfeng, the strength and speed barely reach the realm of the Intermediate Houtian Martial Artist, but the changes in fighting skills and moves do not even have half of Qiu Zhiguo's.
The strength, speed, and moves are not as good as the other's. Langfeng can only rely on his own physical quality. A fist smashed against the roaring claws, and they both snorted and looked at each other coldly.