The Anarchic Consort

When I heard the sound of the BMW Tomahawk, everyone looked at He Lianweiwei on their side.

The god-dead man put down the hand still in the calculation, and his mouth screamed: "One more."

Everyone here has received the black invitation.

"In the end, whoever called us here, but did not reveal it." The man apparently had some dissatisfaction, and looked at the wooden door: "This house is also, ancient and strange."

The rest of the people did not speak. Obviously these people met in the yin and yang circles, and no one would serve them.

Except Helen Weiwei...

The man glanced at this side again: "Girl, where did you take the teacher, why haven't you seen you?"

“Self-learning.” Helen Weiwei gave a four-word smile and gave him a step forward. She basically understood the situation in front of her. Some people led them to the courtyard, let them meet first. Just because they know that this business is still not sure who to give them.

The man listened to Helen Weiwei’s words and laughed without a cover: “Then you have to pay attention, don’t cry when you meet a ghost.”

"I won't cry." Helen Weiwei twisted his head and smiled: "I am afraid that you will cry when you are."

"You!" The man did not think that Helen Weiwei was so fangs, he was originally looking for a soft persimmon to pinch, and several other people he knew, everyone is more famous than him, and finally came a small person, even so I don't know how to lift!

Helen Weiwei will not see his thoughts, and casually hooked the thin lips.

Such a gesture is very irritating!

The man looked at her with a tickle, and sneered aloud: "Now the juniors are becoming less and less respected, and there is not much ability, and there is a lot of big words."

"Master Zhang." The girl interrupted the man's words. The scorpion was like amber: "What we need to do now is to figure out who called us, not guilt."

The master turned his mind and smiled: "Miss Leah understands the matter, but this door can't be pushed, how do we get in?"

The girl held the crystal ball in her hand, and her eyebrows wrinkled gently, and she fell into meditation.

Helen Weiwei never did anything to waste time, looked at Baili Jiajue and strode toward the dark sandalwood gate.

"This person is not only rude, but also can't understand others." Master Zhang snorted.

Helian Weiwei didn't have time to take care of him. She used to be lazy when she was working. After she finished her work, she would tell the master Zhang that she was polite.

I used my strength on my hand, and the wooden door didn't mean anything to move.

Master Zhang looked at Helian Weiwei behind his back and was a disdainful laugh.

The wooden door did not open, but there was a recording.

"You, welcome to the No. 8 **** shop, if you want to **** things, please come inside."

The monk also frowned. "What is it, it is this passage."

That is to say, before she came, everyone would have such a recording.

Helen Weiwei took a brow and looked at the wooden door in front of him again.

Since it can't be pushed, it is controlled by other things.

Organ?

Helen Weiwei reached out and touched the wooden door.

Master Zhang was too hot to find a shaded place to stay, and from time to time he said a few words with the witch named Leah.

After seeing the action of Helen Weiwei, he pulled his mouth again: "It’s awkward to have a head that is not normal."

Helen Weiwei did not hear this sentence.

The Bailijiajue heard it. He went back and went, and with a black gloved hand, slowly lifted it up. It was like laughing and laughing, and made a shot in the direction of Master Zhang.

"Ah."

The low laughter is the voice that the devil will evoke when he encounters the most disgusting human being.

However, Master Zhang did not know that he only opened his mouth and screamed with anger: "The two people who came here are so arrogant."

"Amitabha." The monk has one hand and one vertical: "Don't have a general knowledge of the junior, it is estimated that there is not much skill, and it has always been awkward."

Master Zhang sneered: "Wait a while, I have encountered something, I see how they are handsome, standing at the door and touching it, the brain is not a problem."

"Forget it, do you have any contact information on your letter?" The monk looked down: "It's important to figure out who is calling you and me."

Master Zhang and the monks are not right, but it is in the time of competition, but now it is different. There are also outsiders who can't give such a lot of oily business to the rest.

"The letter is the address except for one sentence. The rest is nothing. The key is that this door is not open. There are people inside, no one!"

Just as Zhang Tianshi was complaining, Helen Weiwei locked his eyes on the red lantern hanging on the wooden door. The lantern was like an ornament, but there was no wick, but a hang on one side. line.

Helen Weiwei glanced at the eye and pulled the line to the next one.

Slamming!

Master Zhang and the monks heard a lot of noise and looked at the wooden door slowly popping up. I don't know what happened.

Helian Weiwei took the line on his hand, and it was a force. The wooden door was completely opened!

What followed in front of everyone was a courtyard of a courtyard house with the characteristics of the Republic of China. There were many roses in the blooms. The things were old-fashioned, and all the way was covered with blue bricks. It was probably a long time, and a little sunshine was taken. There is no meaning at all, giving a feeling of gloom.

It is obvious that the wooden door can be opened because Helen Weiwei found the right way.

The teenager was the first to walk toward Helen Weiwei. There are not many words, only two words: "Smart."

Master Zhang did not agree very well. Didn't he just see a line? They saw it and they could open the door.

Several people walked into the courtyard house, and the group of bodyguards that the monks carried did not follow in, because the monks had just stepped in, and the wooden door behind them was shut down!

Zhang Tianshi and the monks immediately turned around and pushed hard with both hands. The wooden door did not react.

"It's weird!" He cursed a heavy low, and then looked back at the courtyard of the Republic of China, whose brow was wrinkled.

Unlike him, Helen Weiwei knows that this kind of organ will have a time effect. When the time is up, the wooden door will be closed again, unless the light rope is pulled from the outside. Otherwise, they will not go out. !

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