The male god of quick time travel, don't trick me anymore

Chapter 175 Mr. Interpol's Little Wife (14)

Zhuang Yi didn't speak, just followed behind him quietly.

She wanted to know what the person who sent the letter to her home was trying to do.

The old man who spoke earlier, although he told her not to speak, was whispering to her all the way.

"I saw from the video that your steps are quite organized. Why, could it be that you are a high-ranking disciple who is hiding in the city sect?"

"You think too much."

"That is a very powerful master, who is your master?"

He was sure of what he said, but Zhuang Yi didn't answer.

"That"

He chuckled, and there was some obscenity coming over his face.

"Then, among us who know the basics of a certain sect, who has accepted a high-ranking disciple, but is unwilling to show it to others, and has been hiding it?"

Zhuang Yi only said that she didn't hear it, and only quickened her pace.

"I say."

Just when he arrived at a place where the smell of blood was extremely serious, the playfulness on the old man's face suddenly turned into seriousness, something that could not be revealed from this person who looked like he could only have a smile on his face. awe-inspiring.

He waved his hand to signal the people behind him to stop.

The pungent and unpleasant smell entered Zhuang Yi's breath, making her frown uncontrollably.

This smell is so strong that it might be caused by no less than a hundred tanks of blood.

No wonder there is such a heavy cloud here.

Moreover, there is still a lot of resentment in the air, those of them who are just practicing martial arts can't feel it, they just feel it is extraordinarily cold, but she is a cultivator, so she is very sensitive to these things, at this moment, she feels that those things are like Knowing that she could perceive them, she attacked herself with all her anger and unwillingness, and those things with dark power turned into sharp arrows, which passed through her body neatly.

Zhuang Yi's face suddenly turned cold.

Their death was their business, and it was not their own fault. To themselves, did they think that they could do whatever they wanted by turning it into resentment, and that they could vent their anger on irrelevant innocent people?

Regardless of the presence of many people, Zhuang Yi directly raised his hands and formed an extremely complex seal in the air. Then, he narrowed his eyes and struck directly into the void in front of him.

Just as the rest of the people were frowning at the thought that she might expose the actions of their group, suddenly, there were several continuous "sizzling" sounds in the air, like the sound of burning something, or splashing cold water on the front. The sound of burning coals.

It's just that this series of sounds was even more horrific, as if I heard the screams of people in a trance.

Just as they were surprised by this scene, and some timid people were already rubbing the goose bumps on their arms, small clouds of white mist rose from various places, with a bit of gray on them. No, that was not rising. It should be said that it suddenly erupted, like the smoke brought up by a suddenly exploding bomb at that moment. The difference is that this mist quickly disappeared again.

After all the strange phenomena disappeared, the house seemed to be much empty suddenly, and the place that was originally extremely cold seemed to suddenly burst into life, as if the sunlight outside had suddenly penetrated in.

The room became empty and slowly began to warm up. Of course, it was still not the normal temperature for this season.

It was only then that everyone discovered that they had been searching intensively all night.

Now, it is dawn.

The old man's eyes on Zhuang Yi became hot.

(End of this chapter)