Stars, underground.

The blood worship pavilion has always been like a ghost. They have never had a specific stronghold. Instead, they use the buildings of Star TV and its industry as a cover.

It's not only impossible to start, but also unexpected.

"Little Lord, I have brought you."

Elvis folded his arms on his chest and bowed respectfully to the priest.

The priest was sitting on the wine red soft chair. He was lazily reclining and carelessly looking through the materials of Mu Wanqing. His eyelids were lifted lightly and his lips were crooked with a smile. "Hum."

Elvis then straightened up.

He took a step to the side, patted his palms twice, and raised a smile with pride, "bring people in."

The subordinates of the blood worship Pavilion immediately carry the unconscious Mu Wan and pour her into the room and put her on the ground.

At the same time, there is Lingfeng all over.

"Young master!" They retired after saluting.

The priest's red lips were lightly hooked, and his slender fingers twisted the stack of information about the girl. He suddenly raised his hand.

The white paper floated around him, lying on the ground without any rules.

"I'm getting tired of waiting..."

The priest sneered, his long legs lifted to the ground neatly. He moved his shoulders slowly, stepped on a pair of shiny shoes, and approached Mu Wanqing step by step.

He dropped the MOU to glance one eye, Mou light tiny cold, "dead?"

"No, young master." Elvis immediately explained, "Mu Wanqing had a heart attack. I ordered someone to inject her with nitroglycerin and a sedative."

Hearing the speech, the priest's eyebrows are gently picked.

His eyes moved, and then he looked at the man who leaned over to Mu Wan, "which distinguished guest is this?"

"The dark guard who admires the late Qing Dynasty is the one who controls Chen at night." Elvis reported truthfully, "another dark guard escaped."

He looked at Ling Feng with great interest and quickly grabbed his neck.

He suddenly a force, Ling Feng due to poor breathing, cheek red, but still stubborn stare at him.

"Hang him up." The priest sneered, "I want him to witness the pain of his two masters."

Elvis's smile rose from the corner of his lip. "Yes."

He immediately ordered people to take the chain, hang the top of the chain on the ceiling, and hang people in the air.

"Do you need to wake Mu Wanqing up?" Elvis asked.

The priest didn't speak. He squatted down slowly and looked down at the coma girl lying on the cold ground.

Mu Wanqing had been untied at this time. She was lying on her side with her legs slightly bent and half curled up. Her black hair was scattered disorderly, covering half a pale face like porcelain.

There was a cold sweat on the tip of her nose, her lips were slightly open, and she could see the white scallop teeth and the pink tongue.

The delicate facial features are really charming.

"No The red lips of the priest rose, and the corners of his eyes were full of enchantment. He looked at the girl's eyes and kept it secret.

He reached out and lifted her jaw with his long white fingers. The seaweed like hair fell to both sides, revealing the whole charming and beautiful face.

"Night imperial Chen pour is the vision is good."

He picked the corners of his eyes lightly, and the palm of his hand was about to move up to touch her cheek. However, the girl seemed to wake up and unconsciously shrunk her neck.

"No..." Murmur in the evening.

She slightly frowned, only felt that the brain was still a little confused, but the severe pain in the heart was alleviated a lot.

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