God level takeaway system

"You—you—" the middle-aged man looked at Wang Mian with wide eyes and said, "Who are you?"

"Brother takeaway." Wang Mian said flatly.

At this time, Li Ningxiang walked into the room, frowning, looking at the blood all over the room, Li Ningxiang just frowned and said, "Wang Mian, why did you make it so disgusting."

"That's why I didn't let you in." Wang Mian said.

"You're a girl, it's not suitable for watching such bloody scenes, you'd better go out, I still have some questions for them." Wang Mian said.

For some reason, Wang Mian's heart suddenly ached when he saw Li Ningxiang's fearlessness, and remembered Chen Luoying's gentleness.

"I don't know anything." The middle-aged man said.

"Flash!" A red glow flashed, followed by another scream from the middle-aged man, Wang Mian looked at him with blood on his face, "I will give you two choices, one is to die, and the other is to tell me."

The middle-aged man was frightened. Wang Mian's eyes were dark and cold, which made him feel life-threatening. He didn't even see clearly what cut off his other hand just now.

"I said—I said." The middle-aged man said with a look of horror.

"This hand is for the head of the sect to practice." The middle-aged man said: "As for the talisman paper, it is a karmic self-marriage contract."

"What is a causal self-marriage contract?" Wang Mian asked.

"That's—that's it." The middle-aged man hesitated a little, and Wang Mian took out the blood-red brush again, and cut off his foot with one stroke, "Ah" he screamed.

"Howling like a pig, I'll kill you immediately." Wang Mian said coldly.

The middle-aged man quickly silenced and said: "The so-called karmic self-marriage is the karma of oneself. If you eat it yourself, ordinary people sign that contract, and they automatically give up their own hands."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, three red lights appeared in the room, and a hole the size of a baby's fist appeared on each head, but the head was pierced.

"Another hypocritical spiritual sect." Wang Mian said almost gnashing his teeth, afterward, Wang Mian adjusted his appearance to that of a middle-aged man.

On the table, pick up the yellow rune paper.

"Wang Mian, this star gate is not a good thing either." Li Ningxiang said.

"Let's go up the mountain—" Wang Mian said.

The two were walking on the mountain road, Li Ningxiang complained: "I'll wait for you at the foot of the mountain."

"Haha, if you insist on coming up, you have to change your appearance." Wang Mian said with a smile.

Now Li Ningxiang's appearance, influenced by Wang Mian's ever-changing mask, has become a man.

When they got to the mountain gate, there was a person at the gate to meet him, most likely it was Wang Mian himself.

"Hey—Old Zhao, are you done with the business at the foot of the mountain? Have you seen the people from the God of Cookery Company?" This is a young man with an innate cultivation base.

"No!" Wang Mian said into the role: "But today's harvest is good." Wang Mian said holding the box.

"Yeah——Old Zhang, you've become the suzerain's favorite recently, don't forget your former brother." The young man walked towards the mountain gate as he spoke.

Wang Mian was behind him, the young man didn't think much, he entered the Dragon and Tiger Sect, and finally came to the place where Wang Mian was disgusting to look at, that was the septic tank.

Seeing Li Ningxiang's unnatural expression, Wang Mian gently pulled her.

The young man jumped in directly, Wang Mian frowned, and jumped in with Li Ningxiang's soft cry.

The entrances of the spiritual sects of various sects are really special. Who would have thought that such a disgusting place is the entrance of a spiritual sect?

The scene changed, and the three of them appeared in front of the mountain gate again. When the three of them entered the courtyard of the mountain gate, they heard the shouts of the disciples, obviously practicing martial arts.

"Brother, come with me to meet the suzerain," Wang Mian said, "You are my brother, and I will share some of the credit with you."

The young man listened to Wang Mian's words, his eyes focused on Wang Mian's face, Wang Mian tried his best to make himself smile naturally, the young man said: "Old Zhao, you are giving me a favor for nothing, you are asking me for something."

"Small things, small things." Wang Mian said haha.

The three of them walked into the courtyard, which really shocked Wang Mian. The courtyard is magnificent, just like the courtyard in front of the main hall of the imperial palace in Shangjing. On both sides of the courtyard are disciples wearing white Taoist uniforms. are like a woman's hands.

Full of murderous looks, he fried the red-hot iron sand with his own hands.

Wang Mian looked calm, and followed the young man to the main hall.

The main hall was also completely built according to the specifications of the Imperial Palace in the upper capital, and there was a golden throne at the top.

The head of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, Shao Luo, is different from those who practice iron palms outside. His hands are soaked in a golden basin, which contains blood and human palms, but it seems that the essence has been absorbed.

"Master, this is today's delivery." Wang Mian hurriedly carried the package, stepped up the steps and said bowing beside Shao Luo.

When Wang Mian opened the box, Shao Luo said with a smile on his face, "Not bad, not bad."

"Have you seen the delivery guy from God of Cookery Company?" Shao Luo asked.

"Master, it's like this. I was in the village at the foot of the mountain. When I was performing a mission, a little brother suddenly came in, so I gave—" Wang Mian made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"This is takeaway." Wang Mian quickly put his takeaway on the table.

"What? You said you killed someone from the God of Cookery Company?" Shao Luo's expression turned ugly.

Wang Mian trembled all over and said: "I didn't kill him directly, let him sign this." Wang Mian took out a piece of yellow paper with trembling hands.

Shao Luo looked a little relieved and said: "In the future, we will do less of this kind of thing, and we can't afford to provoke the backer behind the God of Cookery Company."

"The takeaway brother you killed couldn't be a Lingzi from another spiritual sect." Shao Luo said still a little worried.

"Absolutely not, I promise." Wang Mian said, "His name is Wang Mian, and he is an ordinary employee of the God of Cookery Company, not a Lingzi of the Lingpai."

Shao Luo's expression softened, he wiped his bloody hands, then picked up the tea bowl, the tea bowl was almost to his mouth, his movements froze, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he said in a trembling voice: "Tell me, what's the name of that takeaway boy? "

Shao Luo was on the verge of erupting, and the aura on his body was constantly gathering.

The middle-aged man played by Wang Mian seemed to be at a loss, and repeated: "He said his name is Wang Mian, and he also said that behind him there are ten men from the Demon Peak, supported by Shaolin Lingpai, begging me not to kill him."

Wang Mian said proudly: "It's really ridiculous, even a delivery boy brags about it."

Shao Luo suppressed his anger and said, "What realm is he?"

"Master, why do you care about him? It's an acquired realm." Wang Mian said.

Shao Luo's face turned even paler, because he had seen Wang Mian face to face, and knew that Wang Mian was indeed an acquired state.

He had also heard many legends about Wang Mian, but he didn't believe it at all. How could it be possible for a Houtian to fight against a Jindan master? In his opinion, being able to fight against Xiantian is already the limit.

"You ruined my big business..." Shao Luo suddenly exploded. What he used was a miraculous palm technique. He pressed down with one palm in the air, showing a black and purple color. With a sharp palm style, he slapped towards Wang Mian.