The next day.

In the Beicheng District of Linglong City, there is a five-story ancient attic, which is magnificent and full of charm. There are three gold-plated characters "Mingqihui" on the plaque.

Zhang Ming did not sleep all night, but no one sent him back, and even no one answered his phone, so he was not in the service area.

The answer is self-evident. If they die, they will be tied up.

The former is more likely!

There were two big dark circles on his square face. Zhang Ming felt that his blood and blood were about to explode, and several of them were pounding the table.

"Jia Zhengqi, Jia Zhengqi, it seems that I underestimated you!" Zhang Ming paced back and forth, and was angry and still had a moment of fear and gratitude. Fortunately, he did not go there in person last night.

Bang—

The office door was suddenly knocked open, and a strong old man strode in with an angry look on his face.

"Where are the people you sent out last night! Call them all back!" The old man slapped Zhang Ming in the face, "Zhengqi has made concessions to that point. What else do you want? You have to remember that Mingqi will have this day now, how much effort he has put in!"

Zhang Ming clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "You always felt that my spiritual weapon was not as good as him in casting. I endured it. You have always been biased and given it to him. I also endured it, but why did you match him in the past? You clearly know that I like her! Who is your son or me?"

The old man's momentum became a little depressed, "That girl has no intention to you and is deeply affectionate to Zheng Qi, so you can't force it. But now that things have come to this, do you really want to kill them all?"

Zhang Ming remained silent, his eyes becoming more and more sinister. Until the old man sighed and left, he pinched the ragdoll cat in the cage with one palm, "No matter who it is, you must die if you stop me!"

...

Quietly, a month passed by, and the Mingqi seemed to be quiet.

The closed curtains raised a small gap, and Chen Zhong held a telescope to investigate the situation nearby.

Behind her, Jia Shuangshuang carefully browsed last night's surveillance video over and over again. Her face was no longer filled with gloomy greyness, but instead she had a bit of a sense of calmness to Chen Zhong.

Chen Zhong was really worried, afraid that the other jungler would squat Jia Shuangshuang directly, so he called her to move over half a month ago. Of course, the bed was his. Jia Shuangshuang had been lying on the floor for more than ten days.

"Now it's certain that the hand-catcher boss across the street, the several agents who sent flyers, and the hosts who broadcast live outdoors were arranged by Zhang Ming." Chen Zhong said, "You tell me the reason."

Jia Shuangshuang approached and observed for a while and hesitated, "The boss of the hand-grabbing pancakes has poor skills and has not prepared many ingredients. There were only one or two guests a few days ago and he had never changed places. His eyes always looked at the community gate."

"The real estate agents who send flyers? They have too few flyers in their hands and hardly send them very much. They just pretend to behave, mainly wandering around but never leaving the street. They raise their heads and answer the phone when they disagree."

"Those so-called anchors are even more obvious. They aim their phones at our location and monitor them brightly."

As the saying goes, those who are close to the red are red and those who are close to the ink are black. In just one month, Jia Shuangshuang also felt that she was suffering from persecution paranoia, and she was nervous all day long, as if even the wind blowing from the northwest was filled with unknown murderous intent!

Chen Zhong suddenly pulled the curtain halfway, stretched his waist, and asked, "There is another place, have you noticed?"

Jia Shuangshuang was shocked, "What are you doing?"

Chen Zhong smiled and shook his head, "I've been holding it in for a month. It's time for them to see my true face... You stand here."

The two of them were lying on the windowsill, one was calm and the other looked around in a daze.

"Did you see the construction site over there?" Chen Zhong pointed to an open area 800 meters away.

"Um."

"Did you see that tower crane?" Chen Zhong said again, "The driver above is the main force for surveillance twenty-four hours a day. He is condescending and at the right angle. He is equipped with a professional-grade telescope, not to mention because he likes to look up at the sky."

Jia Shuangshuang was not in the mood to care about this at this time, so she grabbed Chen Zhong back and hummed softly and seriously, "Why do you want to suddenly expose yourself? Don't you know that this will double your danger level!"

Chen Zhong sat back on the sofa, picked up the fat big orange, and laughed at him, "Do we both stay at home for the rest of our lives? One yellow-haired girl and the other yellow-haired fat cat is too boring, right?"

Chen Zhong once considered that he could not practice at home until he reached the maximum level before going out to explore, but reality is not as beautiful as it is not a web game of one to one hundred levels. Not to mention anything else, the special items needed to advance to the mid- and late stages are a problem.

Chen Zhong still can't figure out the random awakening mechanism of the key passive skills. He has neither the so-called system tasks nor the slightest prompts. If he doesn't go out to experience it, he will do something carefully to trigger awakening. Is it true that he has to stay at home and achieve the achievement of unlocking 108 postures?

Being cautious is a good quality, but being able to eat and die at home is not Chen Zhong’s goal.

Besides, several superimposed fifth-grade spiritual arrays may be difficult to find an opponent in the lower realm, but who could have expected that the enemy in the upper realm would not come to you?

Will the three empires get out of control and fight?

Will the Demon Cave suddenly explode?

Will Blue Star be invaded by alien races?

Will some demons sleep in the depths of the universe, and will they be destroyed when they wake up?

It’s not the prophecy emperor, it’s just a normal way to be prepared for danger in times of peace!

So from the overall perspective, you must steadily become a strong man who is not afraid of everything. Only a cautious strong man can be called "Goudi"!

Chen Zhong paused, "And do you think I have been out every day for exercise for the past month? Everything is right, it's time to close the network!"

"Ah?" Jia Shuangshuang's expression changed, "Are you ready?"

"Well, I'm ready." Chen Zhong simply changed his clothes, "Don't leave my house before I come back. Have Daju accompany you to watch TV. Don't cry at any time. If you want to be happy, you can't help but watch 100,000 cold jokes."

This girl was crying but not loud, and she was gentle and gentle. She couldn't stop the water flow and wet her two pillow covers in just half a month!

Can't stand it!

...

After leaving the house, Chen Zhong did not go downstairs immediately, but went up to the rooftop and hid in the corner to observe in secret.

After waiting for the spies to take out their cell phones to report the information, he slowly went down, and walked towards the remote area in the direction of the construction site as usual.

The hand-grabbing pancake stall was quickly removed, half of the people who sent the flyers disappeared, and the anchors also left one after another, with only a few people still standing there.

The sky is getting darker, the road is getting remoter, and there are fewer people.

Of course, the followers were naturally increasing, and he was surrounded. His pace accelerated, and Chen Zhong ran.

As you chased each other, Chen Zhong panicked and arrived in a strange environment, backed by the barren mountains, surrounded by abandoned self-built houses.

He stood still with a little urgency, looking around at the figures appearing around him, "Does he come out in full?"

Nearly twenty people were all spiritual martial artists. After sensing that one person was at the ninth level of the Spiritual Body Realm, two at the eighth level, and the rest were at the lowest level of the Spiritual Body Realm!

They are all guest officials who can use spirit stones, spirit weapons and high money to hire.

"Isn't Zhang Ming, Yin Bi, not showing up?" Chen Zhong had long printed Zhang Ming's photo in his mind.

Let's start acting!

A dozen people rushed down from all directions, waving the cold light, which caused the move to death.

For a time, various spiritual skills were released. Chen Zhong was at first ease, but then gradually became weak. He relied on Xuanwu Body and Shenxing Escape. In the face of various spiritual skills of the enemy, his own A general attack was really a bit dirty.

However, he can grind, practice while fighting, and reserves sufficiently.

The battle lasted for more than twenty minutes, and the ground was bright red and wailing everywhere!

Including the ninth floor of the spirit body, there are six people who maintain combat power.

"Puff! Am I going to die here today?" Chen Zhong roared sadly, "No, I want to go back! I want to protect Shuangshuang!"

Chen Zhong was covered in scars, his face turned pale, and his spiritual power was rising and falling. It was obviously at the end of his strength, and even his strength to move his legs was almost exhausted, but he still insisted on moving his steps, which was unwilling to survive.

In order to be realistic, he also thoughtfully hit someone else's blade, fearing that the God-Strike escape would slip too quickly and would be unscathed after the battle.

This is the actor’s self-cultivation!

You have no way to escape!

All of this was seen by Zhang Ming. He stood on the top of an abandoned building not far away, with a fierce and angry expression constantly appearing on his face.

"Turn the snake out of the hole? Haha! I really don't understand what it means to be outnumbered?"

"You are very strong, but you are too conceited! As long as you die, no one can protect Jia Zhengqi's family!"

Chen Zhong, who was kneeling on the ground, glanced at a figure in his light, and his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Sure enough, people who are blinded by anger and hatred will have more or less a bit of IQ.
Chapter completed!