Super Wizard

The next day, a car stopped at the door of Fang Ming's villa.

"It's you?"

Looking at Mo XIII leaning on the car door, Fang Ming was a little surprised, how could this one suddenly find him.

"Mr. Qin, the host asked me to invite you over."

Mo XIII didn't talk much, Fang Ming pondered for a while, that he was Han Qiaoqiao's mother, and he still had to give this face.

"Dazhu, I won't go to the store first, you and Brother Luo will go first."

Da Zhu didn't say anything, but Luo Jincheng's gaze was fixed on Mo XIII and looked halfway, and finally frowned.

"Dazhu, the man was not easy just now." Luo Jincheng said to Dazhu after leaving the community.

"Why, is there any problem with that man?"

"This person has a very heavy anger, and it is still that kind of blood anger. If there is no wrong guess, there may be a lot of life in the person."

Luo Jincheng's words made Da Zhu's expression a little nervous, "Well, it would be dangerous if Fang Ming was with such a dangerous person."

After that, Dazhu turned around and would go back, but he was caught by Luo Jincheng.

"Don't worry." Luo Jincheng comforted: "I can see it, and boss Fang can also see it, and it seems that boss Fang should know each other, so there is no danger. I am just curious so I told you. A sentence."

Luo Jincheng is curious about Mo XIII's identity. In this peaceful era, except for those cultists in their cultivation world, it is difficult for the average person to have such a strong blood sorrow, and that person who looks at it is not a cultivation world, so Where did the strong blood blaze come from?

Not to mention Luo Jincheng's curiosity, Fang Ming was sitting in Mo XIII's car at the moment, and Mo XIII just drove silently without saying a word.

"You are hurt?"

After staring at Mo XIII for a while, Fang Ming spoke suddenly.

Mo XIII only looked at Fang Ming. He had a strange look in his eyes, because he knew his own affairs. He suffered internal injuries and was injured by the masters of the internal family. He couldn't see it from the outside.

Seeing Mo XIII's thought of not speaking, Fang Ming smiled and did not ask again. Mo XIII's injury was a matter of others, and it had nothing to do with him.

Moreover, it is normal for Tsing Yimen to be a Jianghu school, and it is normal to have a fight with other schools. As Mo XIII's existence as a top hitter, it is not surprising that he was injured in the school battle.

An hour later, the car drove into a certain mountain village, and this time Fang Ming could clearly feel that the mountain village was more guarded than the last farmhouse. There was a black man in black every three or five meters. Then, staring around with alert look.

Here is a certain entrance of Tsing Yi Gate?

Fang Ming guessed slightly, and Mo XIII drove the car in the villa, and finally stopped near the backyard.

Getting off, Mo XIII walked directly towards the backyard door, but when stepping into the backyard door, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Fang Ming, "Be careful of an old man in sackcloth."

Fang Ming was a little surprised when he heard Mo XIII's words. He didn't expect that Mo XIII would even open his mouth to remind himself that this is really not like the character of the other party.

However, Fang Ming nodded his head and gave Mo XIII a polite smile. It was just that he was self-confident, because after Mo Xie finished speaking, he turned directly and walked forward.

The backyard of the villa is large, but Fang Ming's first sight was to see Han Qiaoqiao. Today Han Qiaoqiao is wearing a black lace dress and is sitting there with a cold face at the moment.

Cao Jingru, Han Qiaoqiao's mother, was sitting on a Taishi chair on the other side. Behind Cao Jingru stood an old man. The difference was that at this moment, the old man looked gloomy, and his old eyes were fixed on the opposite people.

Opposite Cao Jingru, an old man wearing a Tsing Yi jacket is also sitting on a chair, holding four wenwan walnuts in his hand. He is constantly playing at the moment, and beside the old man, there is another old man in sackcloth , His eyes are bright.

Behind the two old men stood a young man and two middle-aged men, followed by a dozen black men in black.

"Two gang negotiations?"

Fang Ming frowned, and he could clearly feel the smell of gunpowder from both sides. However, the two groups of negotiations, Han Qiaoqiao's mother called herself to do.

Stepping forward, Fang Ming first gave Han Qiaoqiao a smile, and then said to Cao Jingru: "Aunt Cao is good."

"Fang Ming is here."

Cao Jingru also smiled back at Fang Ming, but the smile seemed a little reluctant, and Han Qiaoqiao on the side directly grabbed Fang Ming's arm and pulled Fang Ming to the side to sit down.

"What are you doing here?" Han Qiaoqiao's long eyelashes blinked a few times, asking in doubt.

"Your mother called me." Fang Ming was also puzzled, did Han Qiaoqiao know this?

"She asked you to come, what medicine is sold in her gourd?"

Han Qiaoqiao glanced at her mother. Actually, she did not know what happened. It was just early in the morning that Mo Xia appeared at the door of her house. She couldn’t think of it, but Mo Xia was Don't go, in order not to cause other people in the community or people passing by to find out, Han Qiaoqiao finally had no choice but to get on the bus.

"Wait, I think there will be an answer soon."

Fang Ming's eyes flashed with thought, and Han Qiaoqiao's mother found him and Han Qiaoqiao at the same time. It was definitely not as simple as narrative.

"Lord Cao, it's time to give an answer." Opposite, the old man who was playing with walnuts stopped his hand and stared at Cao Jingru.

Cao Jingru smiled slightly and suddenly pointed to Fang Ming: "Forgot to introduce, this is my boyfriend of my daughter, Fang Ming."

When Cao Jingru said this, Fang Ming froze for a moment, but then thought of the last misunderstanding, he could only helplessly smile, but on the other side, the old man playing with walnuts looked dull, and behind him The young man looked at Fang Ming with his murderous eyes.

"Master Cao Men, are you deliberately teasing the old man to be happy?"

"I don't mean that. Why does Wang Bangzhu think so? My daughter is not too young, should I have a boyfriend?" Cao Jingru asked lightly.

"Yes, of course there can be, but I am afraid that your son-in-law is a short-lived person, and your daughter will have to live by then."

Wang Zhentian had a sinister smile on his face, and as soon as he said this, Cao Jingru and Han Qiaoqiao looked cold and Han Qiaoqiao was about to speak, but Fang Ming held her hand.

"Where is the old thing, fart here, still so stinky?"