Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

Just when Meng was tossing and turning, the attack he arranged was proceeding in an orderly manner.

Jingzhong, Wudang Mountain.

A courier boy wearing a brown peaked cap walked up the stairs against the moonlight and knocked on the side door of Zixiao Palace.

"Is the king of Wudang Mountain, Wang Daoye, there? There is a courier for Wang Daoye that needs to be signed by himself!"

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Early the next morning, after Meng Lang woke up, he called the little girl: "Hey, Dali, are Xiao Hei and the others reliable? Do you need me to help?"

Zhuge Dali's voice on the phone was very excited: "Don't worry Meng Lang, Xiao Hei and the others have done a good job, we will get it done soon."

"I won't go back today. I have to watch the funds arrive as soon as possible and start my practice plan. Let alone, I'll go eat something first, and I'll hire a car later."

"Dali, in fact, can I feed the car? Hello!"

Meng looked at the notification that the call had ended on the screen of the mobile phone, and was stunned.

All right, then he will be happy to be free. Anyway, Zhuge Dali and Xiao Hei both have hands and feet, and they can sell gold to support themselves. Such a group of academic masters with breakthrough IQs form a group to make trouble, and Meng Lang is not worried about accidents. What's wrong.

After rubbing his messy hair, Meng Lang got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. Even though he had the Clothes Cleansing Charm, he still liked the refreshing feeling of washing.

After washing his face, Meng Lang sneaked to the blind spot in the parking lot downstairs, released the gold dust avatar to let Zhang San go to work, then bought some soy milk buns and returned to 3602.

This Friday, three days before the opening of the health brigade, Meng Lang, who didn't know what to do after breakfast, decided to give up after thinking for a long time, and lay at home today as a happy salted fish.

Turning on the computer, looking at the rows of gaudy game lists, Meng couldn't help feeling sad.

Since the last time he got a wave of achievements during his vigorous practice, he hadn't completed any achievements from the game, so he guessed that each series of achievements could only be completed five times at most.

So, without the pressure of earning achievements, Meng Lang decided to play a game to relax.

Opening PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, a novice named Meng changed a brand new account to start a single-player matchmaking journey

The first one, justice from heaven, Meng Lang died.

The second one, justice from heaven, Meng Lang died.

In the third game, there was no justice in the sky, but he was punished by the sky for five consecutive times. In the final 1v1 stage, he was taken away by the boss of Geely.

Looking at the black and white screen, Meng was lost in thought.

He felt that he might not be suitable for playing this kind of game that cannot be recharged to enhance strength. After all, Mr. Lu Shuren once said: Recharging money is the ladder of human progress, and penguins can play with you if they have no money.

Heck, those are not important.

After many comparisons, he chose a game called Shun Huo Nuan. Although the name sounds strange, it seems to be very popular for no reason.

After entering the game and coming to the character selection screen, Meng Lang created a female account without hesitation.

As the saying goes, if a man wants to laugh, he has to play with a woman.

After all, if a big man enters the game every day to look at another man's ass, don't you think it's weird?

Then came the exciting face-pinching session where the head should be round, the face should be straight, the eyebrows should be willow leaves, the eyes should be apricot, the bridge of the nose should be high and straight in the middle, and the mouth should be small and juicy.

When Meng Lang nodded in satisfaction at the head portrait of the character who resembled the big and small version of Feng Baobao, the game character named "Da Bao Ai Qia Ou Di Mi" was successfully established.

Not to mention how Meng Lang and his big treasure, Ai Qia Ou Dimi, embarked on a journey of recharging money and dominating servers, and the camera turned to Zhang San.

In an unfinished building, Lei Yanpao Gao Ning bowed to the man in golden armor in front of him.

"Mr. Zhang San, do we really want to let him, Meng Lang, kill us all? We can get anywhere, but we set up card defenses on the main roads to and from the magic capital. The brothers tried many methods but couldn't get out. Look at the posture this time. He won't stop until we're all cleaned up."

Zhang San glanced at this malicious fake monk, but he didn't see any movement from him, but he rose into the air with his back facing the four people present, and the shining golden flying sword on his body rose and fell in a wonderful rhythm. with.

"The ice true energy in your four dantians has dissipated? How dare you make the idea of ​​causing both me and that person to suffer?" As he spoke, the skill of the Desolate Domain was activated, and an invisible black cloud enveloped the hundred people centered on Zhang San. meter range.

The all-natured four-maniac suddenly felt a strong killing intent emanating from Zhang San's body.

The four people who were injured all groaned, and Dou Mei, who was standing closest to the "intestinal poison", felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her back was chilled, and the huge pressure was stuck in her heart, making her breathless Come. .

With chattering teeth, she knelt on the ground and stammered, saying: "Mr. Zhang San, we never meant to offend you. It's just that we saw how powerful Mr. Zhang San is. We don't understand why Mr. Zhang is so afraid of that man." The surname is Meng."

"There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. Although I only fought with Minister Meng for a moment yesterday, I can clearly feel that he is useless."

"He didn't use real kung fu?" Xia He, a charming woman, cried out after hearing the words, and then covered her little mouth in embarrassment.

Zhang San turned around with a sneer, looked down at the four people under his feet indifferently, and said, "Is it strange? He doesn't need to be serious about beating you trash, besides, do I have to use real kung fu?"

"That"

Just as Shen Chong was about to interrupt, Zhang San spoke first: "According to my testing, he should be stronger than me, and much stronger."

"Don't provoke him in the future. Fortunately, he is a public official and he has to follow the rules. I will start a company later and find a lawyer to help you clean up your previous cases."

Gao Ning was still a little hesitant when he heard the words, his brows were tightly frowned and there was no sign of relaxation. Which disciple of Quanxing has no criminal record, how can it be so easy to get off the crime?

"Don't worry, I got to know you roughly before I joined Quanxing. Although they are just a group of shady rats, because of this, most of you are black households, which is convenient for me to operate."

I saw Zhang Sanyi beckoning, a large piece of gold dust rose up, and fell to the side to form a hill, then he said: "Shen Chong, I know you have some connections in the underground world, take this money, use your channel to get everyone a foreign nationality."

Zhang San talked eloquently: "Laws in foreign countries are the same as politics. If you have money, you will have good lawyers. If you have good lawyers, the law will protect you."

"As long as you find some professional international lawyers to go to the international court to sue the public prosecutor for defamation, you can temporarily change your status from a wanted criminal to a suspect pending trial. As long as Meng Lang can't kill him immediately, the next one Things can be settled with money.”

Listening to Zhang San's words, the four of Quan Xing's eyes became brighter and brighter

PS: The second update is completed today.It is not easy for a newcomer to write a book. Recommendation tickets and book reviews during this period are very important to the author.

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Chapter 44 Zhang Wei has a distant nephew?

Late at night, in an underground exchange somewhere in Shanghai.

A bald-headed middle-aged man with a fleshy face flipped through the financial statements and muttered:

"What happened recently, so many people are selling gold?"

Hearing this, a young man wearing round-frame glasses hurriedly echoed: "It's really unusual. It was rare to see such a large gold transaction in a year before, but this time we encountered it twice within a week!"

The bald middle-aged man took a sip of the cigar in his hand, and waved his hand indifferently:

"Forget it, as long as we have something to earn, it doesn't matter whether he got the gold from murder or arson or robbing houses, as long as it's not conjured out of thin air, we don't need to be jealous."

"The boss is wise!"