The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground - Chapter 750

Mu Changying and Kui Qing rushed to the head of the door.

She stood to one side and glanced vaguely at the people present.

These people, walking lightly and heavy, with proper breathing control, can tell at a glance that they are practitioners and should not be underestimated.

Mu Changying felt a little apprehensive in her heart.

All the people came, the door owner glanced at the people present, and asked people to allocate wooden warehouses, “Let’s go, it’s almost time.”

After speaking, he took the lead in raising his feet and walking towards the car parked beside him.

Seeing this, the rest of the people respectfully followed the rest of the vehicles, “Yes, Sect Master.”

Mu Changying held the wooden warehouse in his hand and gently rubbed the pads of his fingers.

Those eyes are unfathomable, and the dark ones seem to be bottomless pits, and they can be sucked into the endless abyss just by looking at each other.

This wooden warehouse is not an ordinary style on the market. It is the latest in both material and design.

It seems that the Tianyinmen has something to do with the military | fire.

act recklessly.

Eyes filled with coldness.

“Fu Yue, take a ride with me.” Kui Qing walked to a car behind the door owner and opened the door with a gentlemanly manner.

Mu Changying calmly raised her feet as usual, walked forward, and replied, “En.”

In the crowd, seeing Kui Qing so diligent, some people’s eyes showed the light of gossip.

A woman dressed in enchanting clothes, with a charming face and a seductive aura all over her body smiled, and her flaming red lips parted lightly, “Yo, I can’t tell, Kui Qing has such a careful thought?”

The first capable general around the sect master, Lord Fu Yue, he also dared to make up his mind.

It’s good, it’s really courageous.

“Stop gossip.” The man standing next to Lu Jin had gloomy eyes.

He clasped Lu Jin’s wrist and walked into the car.

Being held by Jiang Zhi, his wrist hurt a little, and his skin turned red.

She giggled, “You’re a little harder.”

“Long-winded.” Jiang Zhi’s mouth was disgusting, but he relaxed a little, and the gloom in his eyes also dissipated a little.

Mu Changying sat in the car and observed the crowd in Tianyin Gate obscurely.

Putting away the eyes that fell on Jiang Zhi and Lu Jin, the hand on his thigh moved gently.

There was a flash of thought in his eyes, and then he leaned on the seat and closed his eyes.

The sky outside was overcast with drizzle, and the hazy mist was always the most dangerous.

A group of people raised their vigilance and drove through the rugged mountain road before reaching a relatively flat road.

Mu Changying, who had closed his eyes tightly, had already opened his eyes. He seemed to be observing the surroundings, to guard against sneak attacks, but in fact he silently recorded the route in his heart.

The car drove for several hours, making rounds and rounds, before arriving at a sparsely populated wharf.

The door owner held a cane in his hand, and still wore a mask on his face, making it difficult to see his facial expressions.

Next to him stood a few men with umbrellas. Although they were not burly, they had a faint **** aura, and it was obvious that there was a lot of blood on their hands.

After waiting for about half an hour, no one came, and the door owner said nothing.

The rest of the people beside him were not so calm, and a man frowned, “Bah, damn, is the other party still coming? You little bastard, you’ve been late for so long, aren’t you kidding us? Bar?”

Saying that, he threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground and crushed it with his feet in frustration.

His anger increased rather than diminished, and he raised his foot and kicked the person next to him.

Lu Jin glanced at him with boundless eyes, “Dakun, don’t be so irritable, what’s the hurry? It’s only been half an hour, you can’t wait?”

“Bah.” Dakun was not moved at all by Lu Jin’s amorous charm, he spat and stood viciously to one side.