Chapter 287

Wanshi Group Chairman's office.

This time, Wan Wenyou directly pushed the door in, looking excited: "father, there is news from Wuzhou. Chen Songzi returned to yanguihu villa last night, and left in a hurry half an hour later!"

"According to my arrangement, Chen Songzi's face didn't look good when he left, and he seemed to be hurt."

Wan Changru also had a look of joy on his face: "the master invited by Gongsun family is very good!"

"Now, we can do it!" Wan Wenyou said.

"No, I'm waiting for three days. If Chen Mo doesn't show up after three days, you're reporting to me!" Wan Changru said solemnly.

"Good!"

When Wan Wenyou left, Wan Changru was lost in thought, and his fingers habitually tapped on the table.

"Chen Mo, are you really dead?"

In Meihua group's subordinate hotels, Chen Songzi, Yan Qingcheng and Sang Sang gather in the room with a heavy face.

"That man is so powerful! Even elder martial brother, you are no match

Yan Qingcheng looks peerless, showing a touch of shock.

Chen Songzi nodded: "he should be a master of bodyguard, or even higher. The three of us together are not his rivals. Now our first task is to ensure the safety of the chairman of the board. Let's leave the rest alone until the master comes back! "

"Well!" Yan Qingcheng nodded.

Three days later, Wanshi group chairman office.

Wan Wenyou broke in again. This time, his face was calmer, but the fire of revenge in his eyes began to burn.

"Father, Chen Mo didn't show up, but the master invited by Gongsun's family and his disciples have already started to enter the villa."

Wan Changru slowly closed his eyes. Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes and stood up straight from the chair.

"It's time!"

Wan Changru said in a low voice, a touch of determination appeared on his face!

"Go and find out Li Sufang's whereabouts in the past few days, and prepare to kill him with one blow. But remember, this must be done cleanly!"

Wan Wenyou showed a bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth: "father, don't worry, I promise to let her die in the dark, no one will doubt us!"

"I'm going to lay out a plan to counter attack the Meihua group. As soon as Li Sufang dies, I'll go to war with the Meihua group in an all-round way!"

Wan Changru smashed his fist on the table. It seems that the richest man who once dominated Hanyang is back!

"I'll prepare first, father, and wait for my good news!"

In the northwest desert, a middle-aged man is running for hundreds of miles without sleep. Now he has arrived at the site of Jingjue ancient city.

"Now, they should not be able to catch up!"

The middle-aged man's lips were dry and cracked, and his tight nerves were suddenly relaxed. The injury in his body was hard to suppress, and a mouthful of blood vomited out.

Looking at the black blood in front of him, the middle-aged man was shocked: "poisonous!"

The middle-aged man immediately sat with his knees crossed. He used the skill to suppress the injury in his body.

Before long, a voice of evil spirit sounded, and the handsome young man and the man in black appeared again.

"Hey, I said, you can't escape!"

The middle-aged man was in a panic: "how can you find me so soon?"

"Ha ha, for your death's sake, I'll tell you that Lord Hart has long branded you as the God of death. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, we can find you!"

"You'd better die to avoid suffering!"

The middle-aged man looked desperate: "I see!"

"But even if it's death, I'll put you on my back!"

"God! Charles, do you hear that? He's going to fight with us! " The handsome young man yelled at the man in black.

Charles, the black robed man, had a hoarse voice and growled with some anger: "Zoe, shut your mouth and send him to God. My skin is about to crack. I hate this damn desert!"

The handsome young man corrected with dissatisfaction: "Charles, please call me by my full name, Edward, Zorn! I'm a member of the noble Edwards family. You remember that! "

"That's enough, do it!" Exclaimed char.

Zorn looked at the middle-aged man and suddenly opened his mouth, revealing two sharp tusks. He licked his scarlet tongue on his lips and said with a bloodthirsty smile: "the blood of your two companions just now gives me great strength. It's more delicious than the most beautiful virgin's blood. I believe your blood will be more delicious! "

The middle-aged man's face was full of grief, and his fist clenched: "damn vampire, I want your life!"

The middle-aged man hit Zorn with a fist.

Zoe flashed, appeared behind the middle-aged man, folded his arms and said with a smile: "too slow, too slow. Compared with our noble blood group, your speed is as slow as a snail!"

"Oh, by the way, I'm sorry, I forgot you were hurt!" Zorn bowed his head gracefully.

"I will kill you even if I am hurt!" The middle-aged man suddenly turned around and punched the man in black.

"Oh no, your opponent is me. Char is just a black wizard. What he fears most is close combat!" Zorn raised his eyebrows and cried with a worried face.

Charles's hands hidden in his black robe, while constantly drawing a charm, scolded in a hoarse voice: "Damn, Zorn, you're an asshole!"

"Oh, my dear char, you're saying that. I don't care about you!" Zorn suddenly stopped in mid air and held up his arms to see the play.

Bang bang!

The two energy barriers summoned by char are quickly broken by middle-aged men. Once they are close to each other, char will be in danger.

"Oh, my dear char, your situation seems not optimistic. If you need help, praise me loudly! Remember to call me by my full name, Edward Zorn

As char retreated, he continued to summon energy barriers to block the attack of middle-aged men.

"Damn it! How can I have such a pig team mate

Charles murmured, gritting his teeth and insisting that he would not ask Zorn for help.

Zorn saw that he had almost finished playing, so he joined the regiment.

The middle-aged man felt that there was danger behind him, so he had no choice but to give up char and turn to meet the enemy.

While the middle-aged man and Zorn were fighting, a murmur of incantations sounded behind him.

Charles, the black magic, tarsal!

A dark figure in the shape of a human rushed towards the middle-aged man. With Zorn's attack, the middle-aged man, who was already injured, soon had to fight back.

The middle-aged man looked desperate, but he didn't expect to sacrifice two of his teammates and finally couldn't bring the news back.

"That's all. Even if you die, you'll have to put a cushion on your back."

The middle-aged man showed a solemn smile and let the tarsal devil behind him go through his body. Then he punched Zorn with all his strength.

"Ouch!"

Zorn was beaten, vomited blood, flew back and turned over several somersaults in the air.

"Hateful Oriental, I will kill you. I will drain your blood and make you my servant!"

Zorn flew back into the air, opened his tusks to the middle-aged man, and pounced on him.

The middle-aged man with a sad smile, the injured, he burst out to hurt Zorn, and was tarsal devil corrosion soul, now is the oil lamp dry.

Sing!

When the middle-aged man was in despair, a golden light broke through the ground, directly penetrated the tarsal demon's body and flew to Zorn.