Chapter 847

Bang!

At the moment of closing the door, the door was shaking, and then the whole dragon city seemed to shake. Many pairs of eyes looked here with different emotions.

There is a community opposite the Municipal Bureau. The communities are high-rise residents. An 18 storey high-rise building stands in the middle. The developer has finished the fine decoration and has sold all of it. The house price is very expensive in this area of Longcheng. But because it is close to Longcheng middle school, it belongs to the school district room, which is expensive.

Because the price is outrageous, the most expensive one seems to have been bought by a person.

But the owner didn't live in three months after he bought it. When the lights were turned on at night, the whole building fell into darkness.

Some people say that the owner bought it as an investment and waited for the house price to double before selling it.

Some people say that the owner is a rich man and wants to buy the whole building for his son. It is a birthday gift for his son, but there has been no news because his son died.

Others say the building is evil. The owner had a car accident less than a week after he bought it.

But there's someone on the 18th floor.

I don't know why the real estate will make the floors into 18 floors, because 18 floors is not an auspicious number, but the real estate developers do so.

In an apartment on the third floor.

There is a flower umbrella hanging behind the door in the living room. The umbrella is dotted with wonderful runes. It is very scarlet and emits a biting cold. One sits on the sofa, cross his legs and expose two thighs. It is very slender. After depilation, he is also wearing silk stockings. But look up and you'll be surprised.

Because he is a man, painted, gloomy and terrible.

The sixth day is the king.

He glanced at the city council opposite him and sighed, "why is there no me in such a busy place? I don't know if he will come."

He picked up the makeup box and felt that the lipstick was not bright enough. After wiping it off, he changed a rose red, showed a satisfied smile and sang the tune of Beijing opera.

He is waiting.

Six floors.

A pair of resentful eyes stared at the door, as if to swallow the national emblem at the door. The biting cold was turbulent in the room.

Gu Ning clenched his fist, and the insects came out of his ears and went in from his mouth. The dense insects lie on the wall and breathe quietly.

There are insects everywhere and poisonous gas everywhere. Even after Gu Ning leaves, the apartment will be contaminated with toxins. If someone comes in, he will die.

Since he was forced to kneel down, he has become a laughing stock in the Jianghu. In order to live, he endured humiliation. He became a saint because he could endure.

He who laughs last laughs best.

He is waiting.

Nine floors.

The ground was covered with Bauhinia flowers, covered with a big red robe, with a pair of beautiful legs hidden inside, integrated with the flower red, as if she were a flower on the floor.

She took the red wine glass, shook it gently, took a sip, looked at the door of the Municipal Bureau and whispered, "one wave is not flat, another wave rises again."

As the spokesman of the great Leiyin temple in Longcheng, there are two out of seventy this year. The maintenance is the same as that of 18 years old. The skin is greasy and attractive. The Bauhinia flowers in the apartment are like dark red blood and red wine in a wine glass, reflecting a terrible face. His face was pockmarked, as if he had been splashed with sulfuric acid.

Her name is Hua Xieyu. She has never taken the initiative to appear, but in order to see a good play, she came to the building in person.

She is also waiting.

Twelve floors.

A middle-aged man knocked on the table. The ticking sound was like ten thousand horses galloping. His eyes were cold, and his body exuded a decisive breath of killing and cutting. He breathed and breathed, like the sound of a golden iron horse.

There is a Mitsubishi spike on the table. It was left by the special forces. It was originally a very ordinary killing weapon of Chinese special forces, but the smell released on it is very bloody. It can be felt several floors away.

If this building is not a master and unaffected, the killing gas of Mitsubishi stab alone can make ordinary people crazy and the spiritual world is strongly damaged.

Fifteen floors.

Qingqing dragged her chin and sat in front of the window, staring at the city Bureau in a daze. Next to him stood an old servant, who was old and thin. He seemed to fall down when the wind blew.

"Girl, why are you so unhappy?" the old servant asked with a smile.

Qingqing asked, "I don't know why. I'm not very happy to see Yang Ping fall into the trap. The young lady said that she would come to find Yang Ping in person. Why don't we save people?"

The old servant smiled and scolded, "girl, the lady asked you to come here, not to save people. If he doesn't even have this ability, why should she pay attention to him?"

Qingqing was surprised and said, "yes, I'm very surprised. Why did Miss Yang Ping notice him when he was not strong? You know, there are many young heroes in the Jianghu, and any one in the holy land is better than him."

This is what Qingqing doesn't understand.

The old servant shook his head and sighed, "this is the place where the young lady is different from ordinary people. Yang Ping may be a very important chess piece to predict the future."

Qingqing nodded and said thoughtfully, "with Miss's ability, everyone in the world is not in Miss's eyes except the saint of Cihang Jingzhai."

The old servant joked, "I think you worry about gain and loss after contacting Yang Ping. Do you want me to tell you that you are interested in Yang Ping?"

Qingqing was angry and ashamed and said, "Shanbo, what are you talking about? I just pity him. Last time he let me go, I couldn't bear for him to fall into the trap set by others."

The old servant said helplessly, "well, since you say so, I can't help. But it's impossible to help. After all, we are the hell gate and the head of the devil gate. We can't help the immortal doctor gate."

Qingqing sighed and said, "yes, there is a bad relationship between Xianyi gate and magic gate."

The two chatted casually. It seemed that they didn't feel the danger in this tense atmosphere. The gate of the Municipal Bureau is quiet as usual. It's strange because it's quiet.

Qingqing and the old servant began to expect other things. Their status surpassed Longcheng and talked about distant places. Such as other holy places and the pattern of the world.

Eighteen floors.

Empty.

But no one went up.

It seems to be deliberately left here. It's a taboo place. Even if it was as powerful as hell gate, it didn't go to the 18th floor. The 18th floor represents the real abyss and hell.

Everyone is waiting.

Waiting for Yang Ping's arrival.

When Zhu Xi was interrogated by the Municipal Bureau, all the experts around him seemed to disappear at once. No matter bodyguards or lawyers, they all left on a special occasion.

It's absolutely quiet within a kilometer of the Municipal Bureau.

The 18th floor opposite the Municipal Bureau is like a forbidden area. In the surrounding buildings and apartments, the owners feel that the air conditioner is too cold, so they raise the temperature, but even if they turn off the air conditioner, they feel goose bumps.

Like winter.

Bitter cold.

In the interrogation room, Du Ying looked at Zhu Xi coldly and touched the pistol. Her face was changeable. For a moment, she showed a strong killing opportunity and for a moment, she was very tangled.

Murder, revenge.

as unalterable principles.

Gradually, Du Ying turned red and black, leaving blood and tears.

At this moment, Yang Ping came to the gate of the Municipal Bureau and looked up at the sky.

Under the blue sky and white sun, the dark clouds are thick.

He had a bad feeling. He felt a crisis at the moment of entering the market, but it was just a crisis. He didn't care. Even if it was too dangerous, he would walk in without hesitation.

He has invincible confidence.

A depilated parrot jumped down from the tree at the door and shouted, "Dahongpao, wear flower clothes, dahongmao, wear flower clothes..."

Boom!

A building of the Municipal Bureau suddenly exploded.

Right in front of us, a mushroom cloud exploded and the building collapsed.

Appear alive in front of you.

Yang Ping disappeared.