Super System Plundering the Heaven

Outside Yingsong Court, a waiter pushed in.

"what!"

The waiter exclaimed when he heard the story of people lying on the ground.

"No, it won't be dead?"

The waiter approached cautiously, and found that the chest, which was heard by people, fluctuated with breathing.

"Huh ... It's not a dead man." The service growled, and the fright in his heart calmed down. "Are you drunk?"

After pushing the news, the waiter shouted, "Sir, sir! Wake up!"

"Forgive me···"

Wen Wenjing suddenly sat upright, exclaimed.

"Sir, are you okay?" The waiter looked at Wenren's strategy from a distance and asked worriedly.

Wen Renjing looked around and found that the figures of Wen Meng were missing.

"I ask you, what about the people in this attic?"

The waiter replied carefully, "They have been gone for a while."

Wen Ren Jing was relieved, but then worried again.

"I know."

He walked out of Yingsong Pavilion, heard the phone, took out his cell phone, and dialed a number.

"Tuk ... Tuk ... Yo ha! Haha ... Come on ... Zhao Shaoliangliang! ... Haha take another one!"

The call was connected and a loud noise came from the other end.

After hearing the story, he slightly frowned, moved the phone slightly away from his ears, and said with a grin, "Is Master Shao here?"

"It's you!" The other end thought of a slightly frivolous voice.

"Did your superstar niece get it? I'll see her tonight!"

Wen Ren Jing heard a bit of pain, and groaned, "This ... Zhao Gongzi, things have changed a bit."

"Well? You dare play with me!"

Zhao Mingyu held the phone in his hand, and there was a gloom of gloom in his eyebrows. "You have heard of people, you have promised!"

"My father is an honorary elder of the Wumeng League. You have to think about the consequences of playing with me!"

Wen Renjing wiped a cold sweat on his forehead and said nervously, "Don't, don't! Master Zhao, where can I dare play with you! Things were fine, but who ever wanted someone to mess up!"

"boom···"

On the phone, there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"Who is it? How dare you mess up with Master Ben! Really impatient!"

Wen Ren Jing shook his body slightly and whispered to the phone, "His name is Ye Yu, Mengyue seems to be interesting to him. Just because he stopped me, I can't take Mengyue if I don't follow!"

"Ye Yu?"

"Yes, it's called Ye Yu, a young man about ten years old!"

"Ha ha ..." Zhao Mingyu sneered on the phone. "It's so fun to hear people, you're going to go back the more you live!"

"Such a young man stopped you? Did you become waste, or did my Zhao's name not work well?"

I heard a bitterness on the face, wasn't it? "This, I can't help it! This Ye Yu seems to have a deep background!"

"Deep? Can he still have my Zhao Jiashen?"

Zhao Mingyu sneered, and then commanded a middle-aged man next to him, "Ajin, go and kill him!"

"Wait!" Wen Renjing slightly hesitated, and quickly stopped Zhao Mingyu.

"Master Zhao, this Ye Yu seems to be the older brother of the old Tianjian! Don't be fooled!"

On the phone, he was silent for a moment, and then the sound of Zhao Mingyu's anger was heard.

"Smelling people's strategy! Are all your **** in your head? Where did Li Wuzhen come from?"

"Still a seventeen or eighteen year old?"

"Heard of people, do you want to laugh at me!"

Hearing about the experience for a while, his head was a little stubborn, and his mouth murmured, "But this is what Xing Meng himself said! And he also called the young uncle, not wrong!"

"Xing Meng?" Zhao Mingyu sneered on the phone. "Is that waste?"

"You believe him, too! This is just a lie to you! You stupid pig!"

"Bang! Toot ... Toot ..."