This Guy is Wrong

  Chapter 380 The Heavenly Blessed Treasure (22)

   Master Zhao: "..."

   Is this little girl quite at ease?

   But why are you so annoying?

   He coerced this.

  People take this as a vacation...

   Master Zhao felt that talking to Chuzheng would make him angry sooner or later.

   Fortunately, the front has arrived.

  A single-family villa with no other buildings around.

  The interior of the villa is low-key and luxurious, and the style of the big man is everywhere.

   Chuzheng entered, very rudely occupying the seat of the owner of the living room sofa.

   Master Zhao: "..."

   Master Zhao took a deep breath, put on crutches, and stopped sitting.

   "Miss Chuzheng, wait a moment."

   Lord Zhao left with his bodyguard.

  The room suddenly fell silent.

  Chu Wu was about to speak when he heard a clicking sound of locks all around him.

  Chu Wu immediately got up and looked at the doors and windows.

   "He locked us here."

   "Hmm." Chuzheng sat on the sofa calmly.

  What are you panicking about?

   is not to be shut down.

small issue.

   is inappropriate.

   Chu Wu frowned and looked at Chuzheng, who was still posing as a guest on the sofa.

   Isn't she worried?

   "What does he want to do to us?"

   Chuzheng looked up at the ceiling, and there was smoke coming from the vent.

  Chu Wu also saw it.

   Chuzheng beckoned to let Chu Wu go.

  Chu Wu frowned, seeing that the smoke spread faster and faster, and walked quickly to her side.

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   Lord Zhao stood outside, looking at the watch on his wrist from time to time.

  From the outside, the smoke was billowing from the inside, and it was completely unclear.

   "Master Zhao, it's been half an hour."

   Master Zhao took a cane and poked the ground twice: "Notify Miss Sang Meng."

"Yes."

   Zhao Ye looked inside with a little excitement.

  Miss Sang Meng said so seriously, he thought it was difficult to deal with, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

  Miss Sang Meng said to use Chu Wu as bait, just in case.

   But it seems that Miss Sang Meng looked at these two people highly.

   He will soon gain a healthy body...  

   "Miss Sang Meng is here."

   Someone whispered in Master Zhao's ear.

So fast?

   Lord Zhao turned around and saw the familiar figure.

   He immediately greeted him.

   "Miss Sang Meng, I have caught this person." Zhao Ye looked cautious and did not have the style that a big boss should have.

   "What about people?"

   Lord Zhao immediately said: "It's inside, don't worry, there will be no day when they will never wake up."

  Sang Meng nodded: "Go in and have a look."

   Lord Zhao asked people to shut down the organs inside, wait for the smoke to disperse a little, and hand Sang Meng a gas mask.

   "No." Sang Meng walked directly into the house.

   Master Zhao was surprised, thinking of Sang Meng's method, he felt normal again.

   He didn't dare not wear it, put on a mask, and went inside.

   The smoke has not yet completely dissipated, and the environment in the room is a little blurry.

   "Where are the people?"

   "There." Master Zhao walked towards the living room: "They..."

   Zhao Ye's voice stopped abruptly.

  The smoke seems to avoid the sofa, forming a vacuum.

   At this time, on the sofa, Chuzheng put one hand on the back of the sofa and the other around Chu Wu, from head to toe, even the hair showed the domineering 'I am a boss'.

   "It took so long." The girl looked over with calm eyes: "Are you turtles?"

   The **** are faster than you.

   "You..." Zhao Ye was shocked: "Why are you alright."

  Because Sang Meng specially instructed him, the medicine he used has been increased tenfold.

  But she's sitting here right now...

   "I should have something to do." Chu Zheng turned his eyes away, looking at Sang Meng behind Mr. Zhao.

   I knew it was this dog thing.

   If you can’t handle me from the front, you can get me behind your back.

   Master Zhao was beating drums in his heart, but he did not dare to stand in front of him anymore and retreated behind Sang Meng.

  Sang Meng glared at Master Zhao with the look of trash.

   "Chuzheng, since you are alive, you shouldn't appear in front of me again, let me see you, so that you can still live well."

  Sang Meng's eyes flashed fiercely.

  Since she was seen, she had to die.

   Chuzheng's slender fingers as white as jade bamboo tapped on the sofa, and her voice sounded along with the rhythm: "You can poke yourself blind."

   This way you can't see me anymore.

  How nice!

  Sang Meng sneered: "You have died once, but now you are so articulate."

   She paused before turning down quickly: "However, today is your day of death."

   "When will I die?" Chuzheng's brows seemed to be covered in frost, and coldness permeated people: "You think too highly of yourself."

  Sang Meng just sneered and clapped his palm confidently.

  The surroundings suddenly darkened.

   Zhao Ye turned around in fright, his back soaked in cold sweat.

   Chuzheng didn't panic at all, he pulled Chu Wu and kissed him: "Be here obediently."

  Sang Meng tutted lightly: "Don't worry, I will send him down to you too, so that you can have a good love below."

  Sang Meng focuses on the word love.

   Chuzheng got up and suddenly kicked on the coffee table in the living room.

   The coffee table stabbed and slid towards Sang Meng.

  Sang Meng jumped and landed lightly on the coffee table, which stopped sliding.

   "If I were you, I wouldn't anger me again." Sang Meng's tone was gloomy: "Even if you still have some skills, don't forget that you have lost your wings."

   "So you're not me." Chu Zheng's eyes were cold: "You still dare to lift your wings, and you are very courageous."

"Ah."

  Sang Meng let out a cold snort, turned around, and the coffee table slammed into Chuzheng.

   Chuzheng stood calmly and was about to bump into himself at the coffee table, raised his feet, and pressed his toes against the coffee table easily.

   The movements are clean and neat, and the posture is handsome and unrestrained.

  's indifferent appearance seems to be a bit handsome.

   It's heartwarming to see, making people want to scream for her.

  Sang Meng’s heart skipped a beat.

   She is not as simple as kicking the coffee table back, she has her power on it.

how come……

  If Sang Meng could see it, then she would find that there were thin silver lines around the coffee table, and it was those thin lines that stopped the coffee table.

   Chuzheng just lifts his feet and poses saucy.

  【…】My understanding of Miss Sister needs to be refreshed.

  The silver thread is not only tangled around the coffee table, at this time, the whole room is full of staggered silver threads.

   Chuzheng used his toes to kick back the coffee table.

   The speed of the coffee table was not fast, and Sang Meng didn't pay attention to it, but when she touched the coffee table, an invisible force knocked her flying.

  Sang Meng made a parabolic motion in the air, and finally hit the stairs upstairs.

  The wooden staircase was smashed by her so much, it broke from the edge 2, rolled to the ground, and rolled twice before stopping.

  Sang Meng wanted to get up for the first time.

   A pair of shoes appeared in her sight, and she froze.

   In the next second, her whole body was kicked down, and she was severely pressed to the ground.

  The cracked wood on the ground plunged into the flesh, and blood splattered out.

   Their bodies are the same as normal people, they will bleed and be injured, but they can heal very quickly under their ability.

   "What if I anger you."

   A clear and indifferent voice exploded above Sang Meng's head.

  Sang Meng only felt that at that moment, it was like being strangled by an invisible big hand, and a sense of suffocation came from all directions.

   (end of this chapter)