That night, the Wumen suffered a severe blow that they had been unimaginably after they closed the mountain in a low-key manner. They were originally looking for a journey to come to the world with ambitions.

Tang Da’s world is walking, and the salvage of Zhang Xianzong’s Shenyin this time, if both things are taken to the table, it will be sooner or later to shine. Unfortunately, human calculations will never be as good as God’s calculations. What the Wu Sect never could have imagined was that they would fall into the hands of the Wang family.

On the flat ground not far from the shore, there were a row of military sub-district trucks, and there were soldiers with live ammunition beside them. Wumen and Mitsui family were squatting on the ground with their heads in their arms, with frost on their faces. Huang Jiulang was holding the phone in his hand and was thinking "buzzing", he shook his phone and said, "This is to go and catch gambling with prostitutes with the police. After a lot of people caught, the news came out. Do you know how many pleading calls will be called in. I just glanced at it. There were three or four of the people who called it. If I opened my mouth, I had to refuse. I would definitely offend the person afterwards. So, two of you, I had to lend you your hands. Sorry."

"Sorry, please stop talking. Let's see you in the future. I'll talk to them," said Wang Xianzhi.

"It's OK to chat, but don't do it?" Huang Jiulang said pitifully.

"Don't worry, I can't die."

Huang Jiulang immediately smiled helplessly and hugged his arm and said, "You must have never been a father..."

Huang Jiulang said angrily: "No matter how much you say, don't expose your shortcomings?"

Wang Xianzhi passed through the guards and came to the group of people in the Wumen Sect. He lowered his head and asked, "Who shot Wang Jingzhe's arrow? I don't make things difficult for you. After all, the grudges in the world must not be restricted by morality. Success, king, defeat, bandits, etc. are of course the most important thing to win or lose, so it is normal for you to shoot him. Then, as a father, I would breathe for him, it is natural that it is more normal, right?"

Huang Jiulang looked here worriedly and kept glancing at him. He was really afraid that Wang Xianzhi would kill someone in a hurry. The Wu Sect's people could catch people if the evidence was conclusive, but if some important person died, it would be a bit tricky.

Elder Tang's face was gloomy, and the two worshippers were sweating on their foreheads. Wang Xianzhi squatted on the ground and looked plain, saying, "One person is unlucky, or a group of people are unlucky with you. Choose yourself... They are all adults, and they are a bit responsible."

The smoke from the Sichuan River temporarily fell, and the royal village of Chaoge ushered in the glory of dawn not long after.

After Wang Jingzhe woke up, he looked at the roof with his eyes open and blinked. His thoughts began with memories. He thought about his experiences in the past few days, and he could recall every bit in his mind. He knew that the bowl of Mengpo soup did not make him produce any bloody plot.

After breathing a sigh of relief, he had two thoughts in his mind wandering and struggling, that is, he still couldn't get up, and the mirror was there.

It is naturally a good thing to not lose memory. When drinking that bowl of soup, Wang Jingzhe sealed his three souls and seven spirits with ghost books, so he did not have the first time. Then he began to look forward to another thing, but he was a little afraid to face it.
Chapter completed!