Xinxin followed Fan Tuan to a small villa. The lights here were very dim, which was slightly brighter than the moonlight outside.

Xinxin saw eight girls sitting on the sofa in the hall, all of whom were the same age as her. One of them she had seen before, that was Concubine Fu Ye, but at this moment, Concubine Fu Ye's lips were white.

Especially, when she saw Fan Tuan coming in, her whole body trembled violently.

She didn't know what was going on, but she could definitely understand that Fan Tuan was not a good person.

But she didn't dare to speak and huddled humbly in the corner of the sofa.

In the hall, there were no shadows of cicadas, but there were sounds of cicadas, intertwined like cries for life.

On a wicker chair next to him, there was an old man in strange clothes lying on his back. His hair was braided one by one, like dreadlocks, which was very trendy.

But if you look carefully, you can find something squirming in the old man's clothes, and that is a cicada.

The old man is Master Cicada.

"Master." Xinxin had obviously seen this person before, and said in awe when he entered.

Master Cicada opened his eyes, his pupils were strange flower-shaped, shiny green, he glanced at Xinxin and smiled gently, but the smile bloomed on his face, like flowers blooming on a pile of excrement, which made him

No one can be happy no matter what.

"Yes, among all the maidens, the blood snake you have trained is the best. Don't worry, if the young master is satisfied, you will survive and become the young master's wife."

"Young Master will inherit the position of Mountain Master in the future, and you will become the mistress of my Worm Valley. Naturally, you don't need to be so awe-inspiring when you see me."

"sit down....."

Xinxin thanked her tremblingly, and then sat next to a girl.

It's just that the girl seemed to dislike Xinxin very much. She snorted coldly and pushed her butt towards Xinxin, not wanting to sit with her.

"Master, why are you praising her? She is just a prostitute."

"Yes, Master, she is not worthy of the Young Master." The girls complained one by one, and the female voices in the hall overwhelmed the cicadas.

"Shut up!" Fan Tuan yelled impatiently, "I have not cultivated blood snakes well, and I am jealous of others. I want the young master to be impatient and use your hearts to raise snakes."

The girls suddenly became quiet.

Fan Tuan walked to Concubine Fu Ye and gently rubbed her cheek.

The latter's trembling pupils were vibrating.

"Fan Tuan, please let me go, I didn't see it, I don't know anything." Concubine Fu Ye cried.

She regretted, regretted secretly checking the man's cell phone before, and even more regretted how she got into this man's car.

In this villa, there is also a room filled with human skins.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, you are my woman, you can leave when you are tired of playing with me."

Fan Tuan bit her ear gently, and Concubine Fu Ye almost screamed.

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Voice.

The so-called gone can be understood as leaving, or it can be understood as dying.

"Where's Uncle Wang?" Master Chan suddenly asked.

Fan Tuan explained: "I just met an annoying person. He saw us picking people up to avoid trouble, so I asked Uncle Wang to clean up."

Master Cicada lay on the rocking chair and looked at the moonlight. The moonlight fell on him like a layer of frost.

The cicadas are miserable.

"You have to know, this is a magical city."

"Killing a few people won't be a problem." Fan Tuan shrugged nonchalantly.

A cicada flew up, its thin wings like sharp blades, transparent and full of chill.

"But the troublemaker is still here. I have told you many times that this is the Magic City." Han Chan flew up, so the Cicada Master also stood up.

When Fan Tuan was confused, he saw a person push open the door, and the moonlight outside the door took the opportunity to slip in.

The person who came was not Qi Chen, but a man about forty years old wearing a white shirt, suit pants and leather shoes, with a briefcase in his hand.

The man nagged dissatisfiedly: "Do you know that I am very tired? I have to please my boss in the company, work overtime after work, and have to deal with my wife and children when I get home. For someone like me who is in my forties, I have to work overtime.

It’s so sad that there are old men and young men, but on the way home, I have to come over to deal with you again. I’m not a superman. Do I have to save the world while buying groceries?”

"What's more, the Maintenance and Management Office doesn't give me a salary."

"Do you know that it is very annoying to work overtime without being paid?"

"Especially when the boss goes off to have a good time and asks his subordinates to work overtime, what do you think, Manager Fan?"

The man kept complaining, and finally his eyes were fixed on Fan Tuan.

Fan Tuan's expression changed drastically, and the hand that was rubbing Concubine Fu Ye's waist tightened violently, causing the latter to scream in pain.

He knew this person. When he was first transferred here, this person was an old employee of the company, and now he is also his subordinate - Song Zhiyu.

However, he never expected that the other party turned out to be a monk.

He looked strange, remembering Master Chan's words, this is the magic city.

"Could it be that the Demonic City has become so powerful that every office worker is a monk?"

Song Zhiyu seemed to ignore his words and clicked on all the lights here.

The dazzling lights reflected the luxurious villa. Song Zhiyu opened his mouth wide and said jealously: "Look, how unfair this is. Manager Fan, you live in the villa and are accompanied by so many beauties, but I can only live in nine."

For a small house of ten square meters, you still have to pay off the mortgage for thirty years.”

"What are you doing here?" Fan Tuan asked warily, this man has never been calm.

"I'm here to uphold justice for heaven, and I'm here to fight against the corrupt exploiters. I hate the rich. What can you do to me?"

"By you?

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"Fan Tuan has murderous intentions, and no one can know what is going on here.

He waved his big hand, and suddenly a dark cloud flew out. If you look closely, you can see that those dark clouds are all insects.

Song Zhiyu took his time and took out a pen from his pocket. The pen flew and hit a group of flying insects. When he was about to pierce Fan Tuan's forehead, Han Chan stood in front of him.

The sharp pen tip pierced Han Chan's gauze-thin wings, and a purple flower bloomed, but it was still blocked.

The cold cicada fell into Master Cicada's withered hands.

The Cicada Master looked at the person in front of him and said with a smile: "I never thought that I would actually be writing in the Magic City back then."

Like a magic weapon, the pen returned to Song Zhiyu's hands. The reason why he had a nickname was because he could produce flowers when he dropped the pen. Of course, it was the pen that fell down, not the brush.

"I didn't expect that the Cicada Master from the Southwest Worm Valley would also come here. But unfortunately, you are not a grand master. Even because of what happened back then, you are still far away from being a grand master."

"You are not a great master either." Master Chan smiled, "I originally thought that there would be no masters in this magical city to guard the retreat."

He had previously warned Fan Tuan that this was a magical city because there were many monks here, but there was another meaning.

In his eyes, the Magic City is like a nouveau riche, with no background and naturally no masters.

It's just that Song Zhiyu is different, because Song Zhiyu is not from Magic City.

"Except for the guards here, you know, no one can stop me, not even you. For a monk, you are too young. You have only been a grandmaster for a few years. In the hot summer, there are more than 60 grandmasters, scattered all over the country and even the whole country."

Overseas, how many can a demon get?"

Song Zhiyu twirled the pen in his hand and said with a smile: "Master Chan is an old grandmaster. How could he not know that the registered grandmaster is only registered after all, and the absent grandmaster is only not registered after all, but he is still known to everyone.

It is said that there are only about sixty grandmasters in Yanxia, ​​both openly and secretly, but after all, they are only for outsiders to see."

"Who knows how many more?"

"For example, the Grandmaster of Worm Valley has never been recorded because the maintenance office doesn't want people to know about it."

"Perhaps there is a younger generation who has broken the record of the military god back then."

"Although Worm Valley is powerful, and although the Maintenance Office doesn't care about Worm Valley, you shouldn't come here to run wild."

"If you don't have a master, you still have guns. If you don't have guns, you still have cannons."

He didn't seem to notice the thirteen chilling cicadas around him, and then said with a smile: "You and I both know that with one shot, the insect valley will cease to exist."

"Of course, we can't be so violent, so please leave here. People can't be taken away."

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The Cicada Master of Insect Valley focused his eyes, and the thirteen chilling cicadas turned into bullets.

"You have practiced the Chilling Cicada Technique for thirteen years and have created thirteen chilling cicadas. I want to see what power it has."
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