Chapter 1229： Lord of the Demon Cult, don’t blacken it 13

Leng Yue's reputation is probably something that he cares about very much.

Vaguely, Xuan Yunzhi already had some plans.

She returned along the same path, was walking, and suddenly heard the voice of 001

"Host, thirty meters behind you, four men are following you."

Xuan Yunzhi moved his eyelids

"kindness"

She took steps, still in no hurry.

This night is full of color, and it is also a land of fireworks.

She is a woman with shallow internal strength, but she has a hundred thousand taels of silver bills for a big buck, and she can compete with the first prostitute with a long and compatible appearance.

Based on the above conditions, anyone who has a crooked mind one day will inevitably be tempted.

When she walked into the long alley.

The road ahead is dark with no end in sight.

Xuan Yunzhi heard the footsteps getting closer and closer.

Finally, the three of them quickly stepped forward, blocking her path with a wretched smile.

"Little lady, this is deeper and more revealing. It's not safe to walk alone. It's better to go to our brothers' homes to have a rest."

After finishing speaking, the other gangsters next to him had already smiled triumphantly, and looked up and down Xuan Yunzhi with vague gazes.

"If the little lady is unwilling, then we can be here once in the spring breeze, brothers?"

"Ha ha ha ha"

"Hahaha"

The smile reached her ears.

Xuan Yunzhi chuckled slightly, raised her hand, and stared at her empty palm for a moment.

Staring at the palm of his hand as if he didn't give up.

The men laughed more wretchedly when they saw this scene.

"Little lady, what do you mean? This slender, white hand looks so pitiful."

Speaking of grasping, he wanted to kiss Fangze.

At this time, Xuan Yunzhi's expression was a little ugly.

His brows frowned and his attention was obviously distracted.

As a result, the force of the start is no longer the control of the past, and the moves are life-threatening.

"what!!"

Deep in the alley, a man wailed in horror.

After half a stick of incense, the four men collapsed on the ground, bruising and bleeding all over the floor.

Xuan Yunzhi looked at a scratch on his arm.

The clothes were a bit torn, but the skin was not injured.

He lifted up his steps and stopped looking, and walked forward quickly.

The speed of walking is getting faster and faster.

In the end, he simply lifted his light work and flew straight to the'first incense'.

"001, which room is he in?"

Before Xiao Er had time to respond, she was already on the third floor.

"Tianzifang No. 1, the one at the end of the stairs."

She walked there quickly

"Host, the villain is not in the room."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Yunzhi walked faster.

Raise your hand and slightly use your internal force to hit the door with a palm.

The door opened and she walked in.

Look left and look right.

I watched as far as my eyes can go, little by little.

Where's her hairpin?

It is neatly placed, and there is no trace of staying in.

The more so, the more frowning her brows.

What the **** did the servant do with her hairpin?

As long as she thinks about it, she feels irritated.

Why is this?

Just now, in that alley, she subconsciously wanted to rely on Weeping Blood Zhuzhan.

But the hairpin did not appear.

Think about it before, as long as the faith moves, the hairpin can appear in the palm of his hand exactly wherever he is.

But now?

Why can't her hairpin fly back?

She didn't move too much, and she touched all corners of the bed, desk, closet, and ground. She searched carefully, but she didn't find it.