The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

Listening to the other party's request, the corner of 'Qiu Yu''s lips raised a confident smile, and his lips moved slightly...

Master Zheng, you are being unkind.

But before the words of 'Qiu Yu' could come out, Xuan Yuping who was beside him became dissatisfied.

A small person like Qiu Yu would never dare to ask for your full name.

Master Zheng was made to cry stupidly by his subordinates, so he raised his hand and slapped Xuan Yuping: Get lost! You idiot.

Xuan Yuping was slapped around in circles by this slap.

'Qiu Yu' kindly stretched out his hand to help, but looked at Master Zheng with a smile in his eyes: My twelfth brother has really good eyesight, you are very smart.

Before the words were finished, the powerful 3s-level essence gene was instantly activated.

The powerful attack directly hit the brains of everyone in front of them.

Except for Mr. Zheng, the rest of the people fell unconscious on the ground.

Even that Lord Zheng, under such a strong mental attack, his brain was overwhelmed and he lost the ability to resist.

Well, now I have a more reasonable identity.

Jun Moyao's voice came out of that strange face, which made people feel a little strange.

Master Zheng looked at the young man in front of him in horror, his mind went blank, he didn't know what he should do, what else he could do.

He originally thought that the person pretending to be Qiu Yu was just a small character playing the front line.

That's why he was defenseless, and even jokingly wanted to see this guy's timidity and fear.

He never expected that the person in front of him was an expert beyond his reach.

Even if such a master is his own boss, I am afraid that he will have to admit defeat.

He's too ignorant of martial arts.

You have such a powerful combat power and such a high-level gene, it would be fine if you just punched in, why are you still using such a cautious approach?

Jun Moyao ignored his thoughts, and stepped forward while putting gloves on his hands.

Seeing his graceful and calm movements, Master Zheng's pupils dilated unconsciously, trying to speak for himself.

But Jun Moyao didn't want to waste time in this place, so he stretched out his hand to pinch Master Zheng's neck.

With a soft 'click' sound, Master Zheng's head tilted down.

Death cannot kill a person.

But it will be difficult to help Jun Mingyou again.

About half an hour later, Master Zheng and his subordinate Zhou Xingcheng strode out from inside.

Zhang Hua, who was furious from 'Qiu Yu' outside, greeted him quickly: Master Zheng, Master Yun said he wanted to see you.

Master Zheng glanced at him indifferently, and said in a cold and arrogant tone, Let him wait.

After the words fell, he led Zhou Xingcheng calmly and calmly out through the back door of Yu Youhui.

Only Zhang Hua was left trembling in place, his face pale.

Uncle Yang, you drive this car to this place first to avoid it.

When he was far away from this small town, Jun Moyao returned to his true colors, and Yang Hao also returned to his real body.

And took out a suspension vehicle and a positioning coordinate, There is a yard there, take the time to clean it.

Master, then you...

Yang Hao looked at the master in front of him anxiously, Since they did it, they obviously didn't intend to let you go, so you still want to go back?

Jun Moyao smiled confidently: Don't worry, since I'm already sitting in this position, it won't be so easy to get down.

You just need to protect yourself and save me from worrying about the future.

Remember, after you leave Shengrui Xing, you will no longer be the old butler Yang Ge who is beside you.

Yang Huan nodded: Master, this old slave understands that this old slave has already died in their hands, so you can just do what you want.

In addition, you have this token.

Jun Mo Yao took out another black token from his body, When necessary, I will notify you and bring them back to help me.