Chapter 843

Monsoon smoke knows what Ling he wants to say, she just shakes her head lightly.

"Gong Zhengyu's best choice is to pretend that he doesn't know me. Otherwise, he's afraid that it's not good for him or me."

The new leader of Fuguang city and the young owner of the star tower are old acquaintances. If someone else knows that, just people on this side of Fuguang city will question the appearance of monsoon smoke, while Gong Zhengyu is afraid that it is not easy to explain.

But

The monsoon smoke is still acutely aware that Gong Zhengyu finally chose to go back first, which may be a kind of kindness to the old acquaintance.

Otherwise, I will pick up the posture of the Star Tower today. I'm afraid that it won't be over if I don't fight one.

On the other side, Gong Zhengyu and all the people in the star picking tower rushed back to their territory.

Different from the city of Fuguang, the city where the Star Tower is located is obviously wider, and all people in the city are dressed more brightly. However, if you look carefully, you will notice that the residents of the Star Tower have some abnormal grayness.

Gong Zhengyu got down from the carriage and walked into the main building of the star picking building. When the bodyguards in the building saw Gong Zhengyu, they immediately knelt down on one knee and gave the most reverent awe.

Gong Zhengyu came to a gate quickly and raised his hand to push it open.

At the moment when the gate was pushed open, a strong smell of blood came.

Different from the luxurious scene in the star picking building, there is a bloody color on the other side of the door.

A tall and handsome young man was standing in front of a long table. On the table covered with pure white tablecloth, there was a young girl who had been ripped open. Her abdominal cavity was dug alive, her limbs were buckled on the table by a thick iron ring. What was more shocking was that the young girl had not died yet. In that pale face On the faintly visible panic and despair, the corner of the eye is still vaguely hanging dry tears.

Gong Zhengyu's eyes darkened slightly when he saw the scene in front of him.

Holding a sharp dagger, the young man looked up at Gong Zhengyu, who was standing outside the door. His handsome face suddenly raised a bright smile.

"Yu'er? It's back. "

Gong Zhengyu collected the gloom of his eyes, walked into the room obediently, knelt down with the young man, and said in a deep voice, "if you fail to fulfill the task your father gave you today, please punish me."

No one can believe that the man standing in front of Gong Zhengyu is Gong Qiang, the owner of the star picking building!

Gong Qiang is over half a hundred years old this year, but in terms of appearance and figure, he is at most 267, which seems to be similar to the age of Gong Zhengyu.

Gong Qiang's face with a shallow smile, looking at the son kneeling in front of him, who looks like he's pleading guilty, slightly raised the corner of his eyes with a smile.

"What do you mean, yu'er?"

Gong Zhengyu didn't look up, but replied in a serious way: "my father asked my son to go to the city of Fuguang to do something, but he didn't finish it."

"Oh?" Gong Qiang's eyebrow peak is slightly selected, and there is still a bright smile on his face. In the city of Fuguang, only the red blood brigade has a little combat power, but it is also a group of mobs. It is Meng Fusheng, the leader of them, who is not your opponent. How can you fail? "