Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 355 Grandmaster Uncle Arrives

Yaoxing Club.

There was not much light in the room. The air conditioner hanging on the wall blew out cold air from time to time. The cool mist slowly dissipated and adhered to the surface of a pot of green plants on the table.

On the sofa was a woman with light pink hair. She was wearing a loose coat, her eyes were blurry and she looked a little sullen. After she sat up slowly, she kept rubbing her face.

A wasp landed on the windowsill and crawled in through the gap in the window.

"Now, Third Master, are you relieved now?" Qu Tong folded her fair and slender thighs, supported her arms on the sofa, and looked towards the window with a tired expression.

When the wasp landed on the ground, it transformed into a long-faced old man with a sarcastic look.

At this time, the "big monkey" Zhou Sheng seemed to be in a good mood. He grinned, revealing rows of rotten teeth with several pieces missing.

"Hehehe, it doesn't matter whether I feel comfortable or not, I just know that someone is feeling unhappy now."

In order to avoid the villains who coveted the "Divine Machine", Ma Ben and his family fled everywhere. Later Zhou Sheng arrived a step late, and Qu Tong's people had already settled everything.

Having missed the opportunity, Ma Xianhong was taken away early, his memory was altered, and he was manipulated by Qu Tong for many years.

The purpose of Yaoxing Society is to uncover the truth about the Jiashen Rebellion. Zhou Sheng doesn't like its methods. Now that Ma Xianhong has been taken away by the company, although it is not a good place to go, it is at least good for him to become Qu Tong's puppet.

How could Ben Zai, an old monkey, not be happy that his great-grandson escaped from the clutches of the devil?

"Aren't you afraid that your inaction will make us change our minds?"

Qu Tong and Zhou Sheng have a bet about whether Yaoxing Society can bring back the Seventeenth Master Ruan Feng who is hiding on Nasen Island.

"We just made a bet, not even a cooperation." Zhou Sheng smiled and said, "Besides, do you really think that I can change anything?"

Qu Tong lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Yaoxing Society is the latest intelligence agency to emerge in the alien world. The vast amount of information it holds is much more extensive than that of the traditional intelligence organization "Jianghu Xiaozhan".

Qu Tong knew the person who had ruined the carjacking. It was because she knew the identity of the person who blocked her way that she was so anxious at the moment.

"A long time ago, I asked Xianhong to cut ties with Biyou Village, but this kid didn't listen and kept getting into bigger and bigger troubles."

"But I am becoming more and more curious. What kind of strength does a person have who can make the always arrogant Third Master say that he is powerless?"

People all say that they are "one top-notch and two heroes". "Top-notch" is recognized, but the "two heroes" are after all the younger generation in the circle. In Qu Tong's eyes, they are a little bit less qualified than the old guard of Jiashen.

It was for this reason that Qu Tong began to have some suspicions about this so-called "second best in the world".

"Third Master, let's not talk about the old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei for now. How does our 'Witch King' compare to the likes of Lu Jin, Lu Ci, and Wang Ai? How does he compare to you?"

“Hehehe…” Zhou Sheng sneered a few times, “To explain it in the words of you young people, if the entire alien circle is regarded as a game, then Zhang Zhiwei is a numerical monster who has tempered his life skills to the extreme.”

"As for this kid, his methods are so numerous, complicated and varied that he is a complete mechanical weirdo."

Simply put, you can't play without nerfing.

Qu Tong poured a glass of red wine and took a sip, holding her cheek with one hand, thinking deeply.

Equipment refiners are most dependent on talent, and are also the rarest among extraordinary people. Without Ma Xianhong, the whole plan would be missing a key link.

He had been operating the company carefully over the past few years, even infiltrating the company with spies, but he never expected to be caught by an outsider in the end.

"Hahahaha, are you desperate?" Zhou Sheng laughed unrestrainedly.

Everyone said that the old monkey had achieved great freedom, but who knew that he had been so suffocated in front of the Yaoxing Society. Today he finally found an outlet for his anger.

"Third Master, you know our methods and our style of doing things."

"We can treat every existence in this world with the most gentle attitude. It doesn't matter at all, but the premise is that he can't stand in our way!"

Qu Tong slowly stood up and walked in front of Zhou Sheng.

"Third Master, you should bless us to succeed in what we do, otherwise what will we do with Fourth Master's daughter? We finally found her, can you really just leave her alone?"

"Yaoxing Society can run into a wall, or even be completely wiped out, but Feng Baobao will be in your hands after this! If our achievements cannot be one step closer to that of the Fourth Master, then Feng Baobao will be sentenced to 'life imprisonment' in this world. No one knows this better than you, right?" "Or can you continue to guard in the dark? How many years can you guard like this? Can the Third Master live longer than her?"

boom!
The floor cracked and seven sharp spikes rose from the ground, piercing Qu Tong's limbs and nailing her to the wall.

"I, Old Monkey, am always fickle and unruly. Don't talk to me in such a threatening tone, or I'll easily stand on the opposite side."

"Please do as you please." Qu Tong's eyes glowed even redder. He pulled out the sharp thorns on his limbs, and the wounds that were bleeding profusely healed quickly.

Zhou Sheng snorted coldly and stood in front of the window.

"The bet between you and me still stands. When you need me, find a way to contact me."

"Of course, if we can get to that point..."

Out of his friendship for Duanmu Ying, Zhou Sheng left a piece of advice before leaving.

Kind words of advice from the warlock:

"Let's find another way out of Ma Xianhong's matter. Huan boy is too involved. The fate of those who are related to him will become strange and changeable. Even I can't see it clearly."

"But I can predict the outcome of your confrontation with him. I have never seen such a clear and vivid comment before. I have four words for you: take care of yourself from now on."

"Moths fly to the flame."

Whoohoo!
Zhou Shengjuan turned into a wisp of black smoke and floated out from the window gap. Qu Tong was the only one left in the room. She sat on the sofa and picked up the wine glass on the table. The wine in the glass was mixed with dripping blood, becoming turbid and the color seemed to be even darker.

"Like a moth flying into a flame..." Qu Tong raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

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Dongming County, Nanhua Zhuangzi Temple.

This temple was built in the second year of the Zhenguan Period of the Tang Dynasty and was originally named "Nanhua Temple". Since the Tang Dynasty, it has been rebuilt in successive dynasties. In the Qing Dynasty, it covered an area of ​​4 hectares. The temple is beautiful like a fairyland with pavilions, terraces, rockery, green water, beautiful trees, flowers and plants.

It was repeatedly destroyed during wars, with only rubble left and broken tablets covered with moss, almost becoming a ruin. It was not until 2007 that the Zhuang family members raised funds from various sources and rebuilt it into its current appearance.

When Yan Huan arrived, the temple was deserted with few visitors.

There was a small path in front of the door where people were sweeping the floor, and they were carefully clearing the fallen leaves in front of the courtyard. After sweeping for a while, the young Taoist priest wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked towards the distance.

"We are closed today and will not be receiving guests. Please go back, young donor!" When he saw Yan Huan, the young Taoist priest bowed and said.

Today is not the right time...
Fortunately, the hotel where they were temporarily staying was not far away. Since there was no chance to visit today, Yan Huan would have to choose another day to visit.

As he turned around to leave, the Taoist sweeper suddenly fixed his eyes and looked at Yan Huan carefully.

He took out his cell phone and compared it for a moment, and his lazy and loose eyes became bright.

"If the donor really has something to do, you can sign here and then enter the temple."

The young Taoist priest took out the white paper and brush he had prepared in advance from his sleeves, dipped the brush in some saliva from his mouth, and used the Qi from his fingertips as ink, dyeing it black.

There was no extra explanation on the paper, which made Yan Huan feel strange: "Just the name is enough?"

"Yes." The young Taoist priest said with a bow.

Yan Huan picked up the pen and wrote his name on the paper. The Taoist nodded repeatedly with satisfaction, the corners of his mouth twitching from time to time. Then he solemnly put the signature into his Taoist robe and threw the broom aside.

boom!
The young Taoist priest pushed open the gate of the Taoist temple, strode forward, and rushed in hastily.

"Master! Master!"

"Master, where have you been?"

Seeing no one responding, he changed his tone and shouted, "Master! Hurry up and come out!"

"The Grandmaster Uncle has arrived!"

(End of this chapter)