Job change for all: My pastor, what the hell is the cancer cell proliferation technique?

next moment.

"Open the diary of this kid Gnar, is that you?"

"Look at this, it's thin and tender, can it kill Gnar?"

"Did Gnar become a waste?"

A hoarse, cold voice slowly came from the corner.

Then, when Fang Chen was stunned for a moment, and then looked forward with vigilance.

A pale, blond man in a tight tuxedo walked out slowly.

【Viscount Johns Wharton (Legendary Boss)】

【Level: 72】

Chapter 94 Young Master?You are not innocent anymore?

Fang Chen's pupils shrank slightly.

Viscount?

Like the previous Baron Gnar, a blood race?

"who are you?"

Before Fang Chen could speak, Meng Qinghan looked at the man and spoke vigilantly.

Although the man did not deliberately exude momentum.

But in Meng Qinghan's heart, a sense of oppression of death suddenly emerged.

Hearing these words, the man turned his head to look at Meng Qinghan.

Noticing Meng Qinghan, the man adjusted his well-tailored tight tuxedo.

Then he bent down and bowed slightly.

"This beautiful lady."

"Just call me Viscount Wharton."

"Come out today and see such a beautiful young lady."

"It's really an honor for me, Wharton."

The man spoke very politely, very gentlemanly.

Hearing this, Meng Qinghan's expression changed.

Viscount?

His face is so pale again, blood race?

A blood viscount?

"Master...you..."

Immediately, Meng Qinghan ignored Viscount Wharton and turned to look at Fang Chen.

Qiao's face was full of worry, and she hesitated to speak.

Fang Chen glanced at Meng Qinghan, and was about to speak.

"Master?"

Viscount Wharton's furious voice came out.

"You are no longer innocent?"

Viscount Wharton stared at Meng Qinghan closely, and opened his mouth through gritted teeth.

Hearing this, Meng Qinghan blushed a little, and then immediately returned to normal.

"none of your business?"

With a cold face, Meng Qing spoke disdainfully.

"you……"

The expression on Viscount Wharton's face changed back and forth.

Why is it none of my business?

Can the fresh blood of a virgin be compared to the muddy blood?

However, Viscount Wharton hadn't finished speaking.

"What's your relationship with that Baron Gnar?"

Fang Chen looked at Viscount Wharton and asked curiously.

"Oh? You admit it?"

Viscount Wharton was taken aback for a moment.

"A younger brother who has a little bit of blood relationship with me?"

"Well, you should be able to say that."

Viscount Wharton thought for a while, and spoke uncertainly.

"Oh."

Fang Chen nodded.

It turns out that there is a large group of blood clan forces behind this Baron Gnar.

Then if this viscount is killed, will an earl jump out?

Just when this idea popped up in Fang Chen's mind.

"Boy, did you really kill Gnar?"

"Nalta is so useless that he can be killed by an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy?"

Viscount Wharton looked at Fang Chen with curiosity.

The words are full of disbelief.

"You can find me, doesn't that explain it?"

Fang Chen smiled.

Hearing this, Viscount Wharton pondered.

"really."

"It can be seen that you must have a secret."

"But it doesn't matter, I'm not that trash of Gnar."

Viscount Wharton sneered.

After that, he opened his mouth and licked the corner of his pale mouth.

Looking at Viscount Wharton.

Fang Chen's mind turned for a moment.

"I……"

Fang Chen just said the first word.

"Master, I will block him, you run!"

"You will be safe if you run to the professional guild."

Meng Qinghan suddenly ran in front of Fang Chen, stretched out both hands, and blocked Fang Chen in a 'big' shape.

His face was pale and terrified, but he turned his head unswervingly and shouted at Fang Chen.

Hearing this, Fang Chen froze for a moment.

But looking at Meng Qinghan standing in front of him, Fang Chen's eyes turned an inexplicable color.

"It's okay, I can handle it."

Fang Chen stepped forward, patted Meng Qinghan's shoulder, and smiled.

"Master, don't be brave."

"Which one of the blood clan who can be regarded as a viscount is not at least level 70?"

Meng Qinghan shook his head, looked at Fang Chen, and opened his mouth stubbornly.

in her thoughts.

Fang Chen must be unsure, otherwise why would he talk so much to this Viscount Wharton?

"Uh……"

Fang Chen touched his nose.

It's right above level 70, but it doesn't conflict with whether he can drop in seconds, right?

"Have you forgotten the big monster that appeared in Luohe City before?"

Fang Chen thought for a while, and looked at Meng Qinghan meaningfully.

After these words fell, Meng Qinghan was taken aback.

Yes, how did she forget?

"But young master... that big monster may not be stronger than this blood race, right?"

"I'll stand here for a while, young master, go to the professional guild for help."

After thinking about it, Meng Qinghan shook his head again.

Looking at Fang Chen, he spoke firmly.

Looking at the expression on Meng Qinghan's face, Fang Chen wanted to explain something.

"Neither of you two wants to leave today!"

Viscount Wharton looked at the words of Fang Chen and Meng Qinghan in front of him, his face full of anger.

[Mood value from Viscount Wharton +727]

That's abominable!

Sprinkle dog food in front of me, Viscount Wharton?

Is there still a king's law?Is there any reason?

Could it be that according to the normal script, shouldn't it be that the crisis is coming, and the catastrophe is imminent, shouldn't they fly separately?

"None of you can get away!"

"What do you think of my majestic Viscount Wharton?"

Viscount Wharton roared ferociously with a distorted face.

After all, the hands that were like white paper were raised up.

Aim at Fang Chen and hold it in the air.

next moment.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

Accompanied by the roar of the tide.

An overwhelming crowd of bats rushed towards Fang Chen.

The huge group of bats was like a puff of black smoke, and the red eyes on the ferocious face stared at Fang Chen.

"Boy, I will suck every drop of your blood dry."

"Of course, if you push this lady away and run away now, maybe I'll show you mercy because I'm full?"

Looking at the overwhelming bat swarm around him.

Viscount Wharton laughed with a distorted face.