The villain boss of quick travel delivered to your door

Chapter 33 Monstrous Demon Lord, Your Little Fox Has Arrived
Mo Zishu was speechless immediately, and patted Ning Qianqian rather dumbfoundedly, and said frankly: "This is not your sister-in-law, your sister-in-law is extremely good-looking. The head of the Wuji sect is not so good."

The woman's red dress is dazzling, her long hair is like ink, and the seductiveness in her bones attracts others all the time. It is just a gesture of teasing, which makes the ears of the master and apprentice on the opposite side blush, and the little apprentice who is not strong enough will be burned. stand up.

I don't know if he was offended by the words, or ashamed by his femininity.

"Ma'am." The head of the Wuji Sect coughed lightly, ignoring the cold on his back, cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck, he calmly raised his sleeves and pointed to the nearest teahouse, bending slightly: "Please."

"Please."

Mo Zishu nodded, and walked towards the teahouse in a steady pace, without returning the greeting again.

No matter what her status is, she doesn't need to be courteous anymore.

The head of the Wuji Sect thought for a moment, and still kept half a step away from Mrs. Bai, vaguely level with her.

The young man Lang and Ning Qianqian who were behind the two looked at each other with disgust, one walked forward with a blank face in the posture of Wujizong, and the other walked behind the adult angrily, chattering non-stop.

"Several, stay behind!"

Before the four of them reached the door, they were blocked by a group of people dressed in the right way.

The patrolling monks paused for a moment, and those who had dissent were patted by their colleagues, and quickly left without seeing anything under the captain's command.

The man laughed, took out the storage bag with his stubby fingers, shook it in front of the four of them, and hummed: "Hello, I am the steward of the Wuji Sect, and follow the rules here. Give me some money."

The Promise Sect is the largest sect in the world, and few cultivators at the border dare to offend them, and even if they deceive these bumpkins, they can't find him.

Pang Yuan had been eyeing a few people a long time ago, and taking advantage of their new arrivals and seeing that they were not a big deal, he hurriedly put down his food and ran out of the teahouse to ask for a sum of money.

Otherwise, I don't know when I can pay the tax money.

The head of the Wuji Sect frowned, with anger in his eyes, and he was about to teach this cultivator who used the name of the Wuji Sect an unforgettable lesson in his life.

"Hey, what were you doing just a moment ago."

Ning Qianqian took a step forward, threw a piece of silver, and smiled.

"Me?" Pang Yuan smiled, took a bite of the vain money, and spread his hands, the amount of money was obviously not enough: "For a while ago, I worked hard and had tea."

Seeing that the little girl is pretty, he is also willing to give some words.

"Then, who is the strongest cultivator in this city?" Mo Zishu opened his mouth, throwing another spiritual stone with a full color and luster, emitting a gentle red light and full of spiritual power.

"Hey, hello." Pang Yuan hurriedly continued, knowing that he met a rich man, smelled it, and kissed it happily, intoxicated: "Of course it is the fifth elder of the Wuji Sect."

After the evil spirits of the Mo family took action on this spirit stone, its price skyrocketed, and even the money in the world was spent, just because the spiritual power in the spirit stone could resist the sorcery for a while!
Mo Zishu could clearly see the greed in this wretched man's eyes, but he also knew that this guy was just greedy for money, and he was just a coward.

This kind of person, with her, can't even enter the door.

It has long been solved directly by those few bad tempered people in various ways.

She didn't care, but the two members of the Wuji Sect were already angry, especially the young man with poor concentration, if he hadn't been held down by his master, he would have fought on the street.

　The poor-looking Fang Anyang's hairs stood on end.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)