I have a portable space

"I fought with you. Anyway, I have nothing to worry about. The girl of the Lin family is just for me to play with. It's worth it for me to let you, an infatuated bastard, die with me!" The old man laughed miserably. , took out a purple-black pill from his body, and crushed it viciously in his hands.

Meng Zhe's intuition told him to run quickly, but it was too late at this time, and a lot of powder that he needed to play with soon covered his body.

Meng Zhe carefully observed the powder on his body, wanting to see what would happen, his face was full of killing intent that couldn't be concealed.

But to his surprise, nothing happened, instead, the old man escaped from his violent beating while he was distracted.

The old man gave him a middle finger, with hatred on his face: "I remember you, just wait for me, I will be back soon!"

Meng Zhe froze in place, as if he hadn't reacted yet, with an observation and curiosity on his face.

The old man laughed, and fled quickly through the space crack.

After the old man ran out of the range covered by Meng Zhe's sacred stone, Meng Zhe started to move, with a sneer on his face: "It's not that easy to get rid of me!"

Meng Zhe's voice kept floating back and forth in the cracks in the space, and the voice was full of domineering: "I declare now that I will play a game with you. If you don't get out of my chasing the clock before returning to your cave, your little Order me to take it away bluntly!"

Hearing Meng Zhe's voice, the old man's heart was broken, and he fled towards his cave like crazy!
Meng Zhe followed the old man leisurely by relying on the blade of space, his face full of amusement.

He really wanted to know, who would dare to do something behind, because he didn't want to live anymore, right?
It is impossible that the news of his killing of the Taoist Association did not reach the ears of those people, and he even specially asked Tang Jia to send the news of his killing of the Taoist Association to the leaders of the forces by email.

If those people still don't believe it and want to wrestle with him, then he will make him die ugly.

In Lin Yingtong's office, a group of people were sitting on the sofa with frowning faces. Even Tang Ping, who was usually the most active, sat quietly after she woke up, her face was full of anger, and her little hands kept shaking. Clenching her fists on her thighs, one can imagine how angry she was at this moment.

And Tang Jia, who was most at odds with Lin Yingtong at ordinary times, was full of worry on her face, her hands were also grabbing a pillow fiercely, her lips were tightly pursed, because of too much force, her lips began to turn white.

There was no expression on Oswell's face, but he was holding a pillow in his hand. Judging from the degree of deformation of the pillow, Oswell's heart was obviously not at peace. As for why he was not at peace, no one knew. Know.

Looking at Lin Er, she drew a gossip plate on the ground, and she kept gesticulating in the gossip plate at this moment, as if she was calculating Meng Zhe's good or bad luck.

Kah, Lin'er was just halfway through the calculation, and the floor tile with the Eight Diagrams plate was shattered into powder without any warning, which made Lin'er very frustrated:
"I failed again, am I just like this? I can't even calculate the good or bad luck of a person! If I can't calculate it, let it be. I can also understand that my skills are not good, but halfway through the calculation, the gossip is broken. What kind of operation, you don't have to do it if you want to insult me!" Lin Er walked up and down the office impatiently, her face darkened.

"Maybe it's not your problem, but Meng Zhe's problem!" Oswell said gently.

Lin'er turned to look at her in surprise, and asked in disbelief, "Are you talking to me?"

Oswell nodded: "It's not that your calculation ability is not good, but Meng Zhe's fate is too unique. It seems that someone helped him change his fate, which will cause problems in your calculation!"

Hearing this, Lin'er sat down in a chair weakly, her face was no longer energetic.

"But this is not completely unsolvable. After all, only his natal chart can know his fate. If you can get his natal chart, or get a drop of his menstrual blood, and use it to refine a natal chart, the above can I can see his fate at any time!" Oswell said with a little struggle.

"But you also said that it is obviously unrealistic to get a drop of his menstrual blood. After all, everyone else has left. If you want to get his horoscope, let alone talk about it. If it is accidentally used by others, it will be a catastrophe for the host, how could he just let go of the fate chart!" Lin Er analyzed calmly.

Oswell's next words made it confusing for those who were doing it. What she said was: "I know, you must be very displeased with me, thinking that I came to rob Meng Zhe, and you still haven't dealt with it. The relationship with you, but do you know how much Meng Zhe loves me? I know, you will definitely be very disdainful in your heart, so I will let you know now whether Meng Zhe loves me or not!"

Hearing her words, Tang Jia, Tang Ping, and Lin Er all stood up, looking at Oswell with solemn faces.

"How do you want to prove that if you dare to trick us, even if you are protected by Meng Zhe, we will find a way to make you pay the price!" Tang Jia said to Oswell with a dangerous expression on his face. .

"Yes, yes, you can't make fun of Brother Meng!" Tang Ping also booed from the side.

"Oswell, you'd better calm down, I know you're worried about Meng Zhe, but we can only wait here!" Lin Er calmly persuaded her, suppressing her emotions.

Oswell didn't speak, but impressed his chest with a palm, showing determination on his face.

Just when Lin Er, Tang Jia, and Tang Ping reacted differently, but they all wanted to save her, a drop of white liquid flew out from Oswell's chest, exuding extremely powerful vitality.

Oswell snorted, his face was full of pain, and his breath also exhausted at the same time.

Lin'er reacted the fastest, and stood behind Oswell in a flash, and gently held Oswell's body with her hands.

Oswell smiled gratefully at Lin'er, and said softly, "Thank you!"

Lin Er frowned and reprimanded: "What are you doing, Meng Zhe is already very worrying, and you still want to mess around at this juncture, is it fun? Do you think our rescue will have a sympathetic reaction to you? Don't you think about it, would Meng Zhe want to see you like this?"

A sunny smile appeared on Oswell's face: "I'm fine, and I'm not fooling around. I'm just proving something. By the way, I want to see how Meng Zhe is doing!"

Lin'er became even more angry, and said with anger in her voice: "How about it, it's very comfortable to make yourself weak, right? Let me tell you, if you die here, we will grow up, and no one will sympathize with you!"