From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

Even if we take a step back and say that Meng Liuzhen has returned to the world of immortal cultivation, it is entirely possible that he will never come back.

This case has been delayed for a long time with no progress. As the main person in charge, he cannot let go of Meng Liu, the only clue.

Ling Xiaozi came here today just to take Meng Liu away, and he didn't want to cause any trouble.

"Step aside."

Seeing that he was determined to rush in, Wang Fei tensed his body and made a gesture. Seeing this, the police all stood on the same side with him and stood in front of Ling Xiaozi.

"Please step back." Wang Fei said politely.

Ling Xiaozi looked at the group of people's posture and felt a little annoyed.

The difference between monks and policemen is that the former rely on their strength to look down on others, they must do what they want to do, and they obtain supreme power in order not to be controlled by others.

The latter, on the other hand, will do their job within their position, and even if they know they are insignificant and weak, they will still stand up without hesitation for the sake of their country and the people behind them.

Ling Xiaozi didn't want to start a killing spree, and he didn't stop at all.

Wang Fei made a gesture and the policemen in front of him raised their guns.

"I'm sorry, please stop."

Ling Xiaozi snorted softly: "I must take Meng Liu away today."

Wang Fei's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Not only was the pressure from the opposite side making him surrender unconsciously, but also Ling Xiaozi's eyes that looked like he was looking at an ant.

It was like the contempt one feels when seeing a group of ants blocking one's way.

Seeing that he was about to enter the room, Wang Fei gritted his teeth and waved his hand to give the order.

The sound of gunfire rang out one after another, and the target was the same person.

Ling Xiaozi's clothes were not even disturbed. The flying bullets seemed to touch an invisible transparent membrane and stopped in the air.

Even if he didn't want to kill anyone, a strong cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage would not tolerate such provocation.

Ling Xiaozi moved his hands, and dozens of policemen, including bullets, were knocked out by a huge force.

He fell to the ground in a mess.

Some of them hit the trees in the yard and fell down, spitting blood, some hit the wall, and more were directly overturned.

The bullets fell to the ground in pieces, and those who were unlucky were grazed by them.

All in all, everyone was seriously injured.

Originally, Ling Xiaozi wanted to take Meng Liu away using conventional methods, but unfortunately Wang Fei and his group really annoyed him, and he was too lazy to go in and look for them.

Instead, he chose to lift the entire roof.

With him as the center point, the surroundings began to shake violently.

Meng Liu in the room was still not awake. She was locked up every day and had nothing to do except dealing with the interrogations one after another, so she just slept in every day.

The policeman who was guarding her outside the house felt a shaking and shouted in fear: "Earthquake!"

He had participated in the great earthquake in China a few years ago and knew how insignificant human beings were in the face of natural disasters. So he ignored Wang Fei's instructions to keep a close eye on Meng Liu, and crawled to open the door and unlocked the lock on Meng Liu's desk.

"Run quickly, there's an earthquake!"

Meng Liu suddenly became clear-headed and wondered why there was such a sudden earthquake.

The Earthquake Bureau didn't give us any advance notice.

But the whole house was shaking, the ceiling and chandelier above were crumbling, and the wall paint was falling off.

She didn't have time to think about it, she pulled the policeman, broke the window, and jumped out.

Only when I landed did I see Ling Xiaozi who came alone. Beside him were kneeling monks and a seriously injured policeman.

"Why are you..." coming.

[Host, showing weakness appropriately can make it easier to gain favor with your target. ]

"Master, you are here to save me..." Meng Liu was possessed by the spirit of drama, and tears came as soon as she said, "Wow, I'm so scared."

She threw herself forward to the ground, hugged Ling Xiaozi's legs and cried.

Ling Xiaozi had a complicated look in his eyes. He gently used some force to help Meng Liu stand up, but after standing up, this man still insisted on leaning on him as if he had no bones.

In my memory, Meng Liu has always been synonymous with laziness, and she often seduces some disciples of the sect to sneak out with her.

This is the most common type in school, where students not only don’t learn themselves but also affect others.

Every time he caught her, she would act stubbornly and refuse to admit her mistakes. I have never seen her cry so sadly.

Therefore, Ling Xiaozi concluded that she must have suffered a great shock.

He looked Meng Liu up and down and could tell something was wrong at first glance. People who practice the ruthless way make the fastest progress and have the purest spiritual energy.

But Meng Liu is not a virgin yet, and the spiritual energy in her dantian has become turbid because of the yang essence.

The anger suddenly reached the top of his head.

His face suddenly darkened: "Did they bully you?"

Meng Liu hugged his neck with tears in her eyes: "I have been locked up and unable to practice. I can't eat or sleep well every day. Master, it's so hard for me..."

She didn't admit it directly, but her tone suggested that she hadn't had a good time these past few days.

Ling Xiaozi glanced at the group of people lying on their backs, holding their chests, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent: "You are looking for death."

He raised his right hand, and a strong wind blew, followed by thunder and lightning. Lightning as thick as a thousand-year-old tree crackled in the air.

Wang Fei and the others who were lying down all looked deathly pale, as if the one in front of them was the god of death. They were seriously injured and could not move at all, not to mention that they could not escape the attack of the cultivators in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

Everyone closed their eyes and waited quietly for death to come.

Meng Liu was startled and quickly hugged Ling Xiaozi's arm: "Master, there is no need to do this."

"How can anyone bully my apprentice?" He simply retorted.

"No... they didn't bully me. Captain Wang is a very nice person. He even treated me to fried chicken."

Ling Xiaozi was very smart. When he heard her explanation, he guessed that she might be willing to have sex with someone.

Before I could put my hand down, there was another sound of car horns outside.

Qi Yuanli and Cao Guo and the others jumped out as soon as the car stopped and ran over.

Cao Guo and other colleagues from the Ministry of State Security were surprised to see Ling Xiaozi. He winked and everyone went over to help up a colleague from the system. Some people even took out their cell phones to call the hospital.

Cao Guo walked forward a few steps with a smile on his face: "May I ask who this Taoist friend is...?"

He was not used to speaking in flowery language, but facing Ling Xiaozi in ancient costume, he still chewed on his words unconsciously.

Qi Yuanli also followed Meng Liu. He looked at Meng Liu eagerly and asked with concern: "Mr. Meng, are you okay?!"

Ling Xiaozi didn't even glance at Cao Guo and the others, but instead looked directly at Qi Yuanli as soon as he opened his eyes.

He remembered this person, who always followed Meng Liu around like a butterfly.

The lightning that was gathering power in his right hand dissipated, and he snorted coldly and grabbed out of thin air.

Almost instantly, Qi Yuanli was strangled by Ling Xiaozi. He looked at Meng Liu and asked, "Is this the person who took away your Yuan Yin?"