Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

"Yes, Mr. Zhang San!"

Most of the whole-sex disciples present showed joyful faces, but there were still a few sporadic people who couldn't help whispering.

Zhang San heard movement behind him, frowned slightly, and made a concealed gesture with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, Dou Mei, who had been paying attention to Zhang San's every move, immediately stood up and asked loudly:

"Mr. Zhang San is the first to fight against everything, and he donated money to help us get rid of the crime. Is there anything that cannot be said in front of Mr. Zhang San but also discussed in private?"

Hearing this, a person immediately stood up and said with hesitation:

"Mr. Zhang San's life-saving grace, we are grateful, but we are wholehearted! If it wasn't for the pursuit of freedom and freedom, I wouldn't have..."

"You wouldn't have survived back then!" Dou Mei interrupted him with a look of disdain, "Without Mr. Zhang San, one of you would have been chased and killed by Meng Lang long ago!"

"Mr. Zhang San is just procrastinating and procrastinating to let you understand the rules. What are you!"

Hearing that his number one dog leg had spoken, Zhang San nodded in his heart and at the same time turned around, and said in a warm voice with a smile on his face:

"Sister Dou, don't get angry with him, it's normal for young people to be ignorant"

When Zhang San spoke, the speed of uttering each word became slower and slower.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed behind him, and a flying sword flew towards the person who stood up just now.

As the flying sword passed by, the man's eyes widened in disbelief, and he tightly covered his throat with both hands, "Ho Ho!" There was a transparent blood hole there.

The body fell down slowly, and Zhang San walked up to the dead body with a refined and easy-going smile on the corner of his mouth, playing with his taste:

"As long as he is reincarnated early, won't he be sensible in his next life?"

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PS: The first update, 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 61 Wang Ye: Where is Zhuge Qing?I'm going to get rid of him.

After waking up from his afternoon nap, Meng Lang rubbed his eyes and walked out of the bedroom. He saw Wang coming out of the bathroom, wiping the corners of his mouth as well.

"Hey, how is Taoist Wang resting?"

Seeing that it was Meng Lang who was speaking, Wang Ye subconsciously took half a step back, and at the same time quickly switched his facial expression to the mode of dead fish eyes and facial paralysis: "It's...not bad."

Meng had no self-consciousness to be annoying, and said with a familiar look: "Brother Wang, wait a moment."

After speaking, he turned and went back to the room, took a piece of sportswear he usually wears and threw it to Wang Ye.

"Put it on, wear a Taoist robe with holes and blood, let others see it and think that we provide some special services."

Wang Ye: ￣ー￣......

Watching Wang also go back to the bathroom again, Meng Lang whistled and walked to the refrigerator, and took out a glass of Dali brand mixed juice and a bottle of coke that had recently been put in the refrigerator and was not very cold.

Well, keep the iced ones for yourself.

As soon as he turned around and walked to the sofa to sit down, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Wang also rubbed his hair and walked to the sofa to sit down, with a far-fetched smile on the corner of his mouth and said:

"Brother Meng, although your actions are... confusing, but no matter what, Mr. Wang owes you a huge favor this time."

Hearing that Meng Lang didn't speak, he just handed over the Coca-Cola in his hand to signal Wang to take it too, then unscrewed the cap of Dali brand juice and took a sip.

"what"

Sighing comfortably, Meng Lang straightened up under Wang Ye's gaze, and asked seriously, "Master Wang, what is a warlock?"

Wang Ye was taken aback when he heard the words, then he also didn't speak immediately, and slowly unscrewed the cap of the Coke bottle.

"what"

Following Meng Lang's example and sighing comfortably, Wang Ye lowered his eyelids slightly and said quietly:

"How should I put it, warlocks are just a group of people who take advantage of the trend while exploiting loopholes, that's all."

Meng Lang snapped his fingers approvingly: "That's right! So... Even if you have learned Fenghou Qimen, you don't think you are a qualified warlock, right?"

Hearing this, Wang also lowered his head thoughtfully, and did not answer for a long time.

Although he couldn't see his expression, Meng Lang could vaguely feel that Wang Ye was shaken deep in his heart, so he struck while the iron was hot and said:

"Brother Wang, do you want to know why I bet with you?"

"Why?"

"Because you resemble a good friend of mine."

"Like? Which aspect?"

"Proud and sharp, but the talents of the sky have not been honed as they should be, just like you are now using Fenghou Qimen but always like to go against the trend."

"Where did I go against the trend?"

"The fact that you came to me is going against the trend."

Wang couldn't help but smile bitterly: "That's why Brother Meng painstakingly arranged such a beating for Xiaodao, so that Wang can feel the beating from the society?"

Meng Lang waved his hand casually and said, "Don't call me Brother Meng, you can call me Meng Lang or Lao Meng Du in the future... That's fine, but it's more for the sake of forming a good relationship with you."

Wang Ye scratched his face when he heard the words and said, "Okay, Lao Meng! You can also call me Wang Ye or Lao Wang, but please be careful not to say Wang, to understand you and me."

Meng Lang laughed, toasted Wang Ye and took a sip of his drink.

Wang also raised his glass and took a sip of Coke without ice, and then asked: "Old Meng, do you still need to have a relationship with a small person like me with such great ability? You spent so much money to buy a building just to teach me Be human?"

Hearing what he said, Meng Lang answered inconsequentially and asked, "You know, your father used to be my grandfather's soldier."

"I didn't know at first, but my father mentioned it to me when I asked about you yesterday."

"My grandfather taught me the most words since I was a child. It is difficult to burn a fire, and it is difficult for one person to be a job. I didn't understand it before, but I gradually understood it after working."

"If I don't have connections, wouldn't I be cold when something urgent happens?"

"For example, for a lone ranger like you, once something happens, the family members will be questioned whether they can keep it safe, right? Do you dare to let the circle know that you will be a successor?"

When Wang also heard this, he couldn't help but see the terrifying scenes simulated by Meng Lang with the "Phantom of the Heavenly Palace" in his mind.