"You have already met the man. If you have no objection, have someone take him away tomorrow." Old Feng said to the people around him.
"Well, okay!" Several people nodded, then turned and left. The door closed again, leaving Fengjiu alone there.
Feeling that those people had left, Feng Jiu's eyes moved slightly, and she pondered in her heart: What are these people talking about? What elite? Who is the master behind this Jubao Tower
From their words, we can know that these people do not know her identity, so, when they arrested her, they did not know that she was Fengjiu.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but wonder where he would take her tomorrow
That night, she didn't think too much about it. No matter where she was, as long as she wanted to leave, she could leave. It was impossible for these people to trap her. After all, they could never have imagined that she would be a powerful immortal saint.
However, in the second half of the night, she opened her eyes in the darkness.
Who is it, hovering over the rooftops in the middle of the night
At this time, she never thought that it would be Old Tan. After all, she had no relationship with Old Tan, and she never thought that Old Tan would risk exposing his strength and cultivation to visit Jubao Tower at night.
She closed her eyes, but she was no longer sleepy, and quietly lay against the wall waiting for dawn. However, after about an incense stick of time, a subtle sound came from above the house where she was.
"Boy, boy!"
When Feng Jiu heard the voice, she was slightly startled and looked up in surprise: "Grandpa Tan!" With the night light shining in from above, she could see clearly that the person lying on the roof was none other than Old Tan.
"Wait, I'll rescue you." As soon as the voice fell, Mr. Tan, who was lying on the roof, left the roof, and soon he pushed open the door in front and walked in.
After seeing the scene inside, Mr. Tan frowned and was about to break the lock without saying anything, but unexpectedly, Fengjiu stopped him at this time.
"Wait a minute." Feng Jiu stepped forward to stop him. She looked at the old man in front of her, sighed in her heart, and said, "Grandpa Tan, please go! I'm fine here, you don't have to save me."
"Do you know what you are saying? If I don't save you, you will die soon!" Old Tan said with a stern face. He wanted to unlock the door, but found that it was a black iron lock. Without the key, it could not be opened even with a sword.
"I know." Fengjiu smiled. This smile was different from her usual simple and honest one. It was a shrewd and cunning one. "I saw that they were targeting me, so I took advantage of their situation and came in to take a look. I just didn't expect Grandpa Tan to come."
Looking at the shrewd and cunning look on the young man who was locked in the iron room, Mr. Tan was slightly startled: "You..."
"That's why I said it's okay. When I don't want to stay here anymore, I will leave naturally. I can protect myself, so Grandpa Tan doesn't have to worry about me." She smiled and said, then paused, "Before they find out, Grandpa Tan, you should leave quickly! They will transfer me tomorrow, and I will have a good chance to see what kind of place this Jubao Tower is like behind the scenes."
Mr. Tan gave Fengjiu a complicated look, and finally asked, "Are you really determined to stay here?"
"Yeah." Feng Jiu nodded, smiling and saying, "I just happen to be free, so let's take a look!"