"Ah haha, haha."

Under such pressure, Zou Shicheng could still laugh, but Zheng Xilai admired him a little.

Zou Shicheng's face was pale, pale than the moonlight: "Your Zheng family - but the family in a corner of the south really regards himself as a local emperor who covers the sky with one hand?"

Zheng Xilai smiled but didn't speak. He knew the taboos of language. He didn't speak, but he knew nodded.

"Tell me, what is your trump card? Why do you dare to enter the threshold of my Zheng family alone? At this time, you still haven't played your trump card, so you can only let me control it."

"I don't know if I'm as strong as the Zheng family..." Zou Shicheng suddenly spurted out blood, but it was all blocked by an invisible barrier in front of Zheng Xilai.

"Give me a happy word, General Zou, you are not as good as your father, your grandfather, and your ancestors."

Zheng Xilai was aggressive.

"Zheng Xilai, you're so spicy...b..."

The chair under Zou Shicheng's butt fell into powder. Zou Shicheng fell to the ground. At the same time, he pressed the handle of the knife.

He had been stumbled for a long time, and drawing the sword was an extremely fierce killing move. From bottom to top, he drew it for a month and a half, and the sword energy was scattered.

But what about the sword energy of Zongheng? Zheng Xilai didn't blink, and he seemed very slow, but in fact, his fingers, which were as fast as water, clamped the blade.

"You are very strong, but unfortunately, you are just half a step to the Martial Saint, and this knife will not hurt me."

The knife was held in Zheng Xilai's hand, and Zou Shicheng fell off his strength and fell to the ground. He was pressed by the invisible energy and could not move.

His mouth moved slightly, as if he was about to say something, but he was so oppressed that he couldn't speak.

"Is there anything to say?" Zheng Xilai grabbed the fingers, and the steel knife had been rolled into a steel ball and was thrown away by him.

"Sorry, I don't want to hear it anymore."

Zou Shicheng vomited blood again, his body sank into the ground, and there was a big pit on his back.

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Two Zheng family disciples flew backwards into the gate, and were about to hit the plaque of An Zhiruosu, the conference hall. However, the two elders flew up and used their profound skills to catch the two Zheng family disciples who were thrown in.

Then—two disciples and two elders smashed onto An Zhiruosu’s plaque together.

"Assuru" immediately became "split".

"Can anyone in my Zheng family break through?" Elder Zheng 2 slapped his wheelchair in anger and almost stood up: "Who is the sacred man? I will definitely be with you if you bully me like this."

The person who came was calm, cold and ruthless, like a lonely eagle on the desert.

Wearing the most ordinary catcher uniform, he looks shoddy and seems to be completely hemp.

He held a knife, which was like his clothes, and the scabbard was made of shoddy, like a mouse skin - but it wasn't as big as a mouse.

All the Zheng family left their seats and wanted to encircle the uninvited guest, but the man seemed to be unconscious, holding the knife in his chest, looking cold.

Zheng Xilai shouted: "Slow down!"

So the Zheng family surrounded him and did not take action.

Zheng Xilai frowned and fell into the waterway: "Who are you? How did you come in?"

The catcher sneered: "Are you a fool?"

"How do you say this?"

The catcher clenched his fists, looked at the half piece of "Rosu" hanging there, and said, "Of course it was hit."

Zheng Xilai had the urge to suck him, but he knew the identity of this person

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Bufan, just didn't dare to confirm, still said: "My Zheng Family Villa has a ban that has been set up for a hundred years... Even if it is transformed into a god, it is difficult to sneak in, let alone forcing it to break in."

The catcher then said, and took out a delicate golden boot from his waist.

"Your Majesty gave you little golden boots and kicked the door with orders, not forcing him to break out--"

Zheng Xilai exclaimed: "Imperially Given Golden Boots! You are indeed the God-Catching King Luo!"

Hearing the word "Yu Ci", the Zheng family quickly knelt down, but Zheng Xilai alone did not kneel from beginning to end.

He was shocked and thought to himself - How could he alarm Wang Luo?

Wang Luo's slightly curly hair hangs on his forehead. Just talking about his appearance, he is no less than the Li Tanhua (Jiao Congjun version) in popular vocabulary books.

The action of holding the knife was enough to fascinate thousands of girls... He never missed his hands to pick peach blossoms in his life. The only mistake he failed to make him now a single father.

Not to mention these things, Wang Luo just stood there with a rag on his body, and the Zheng family could also feel a great power.

He gently lifted his hair in front of his forehead and behind his ears. This action alone made some of the women present in the Zheng family feel soft...

"Catching God is just a false reputation... Also, according to the laws of the Great Xia, first, when you see the Golden Boot as if Your Majesty was coming, why don't you kneel? Second, I am an official, you are a civilian, you call me my name directly, and I will take you to sue you."

Wang Luo's exit is a killer move hidden in peace.

Sure enough, catching gods is catching gods, and this ability to wear a hat is unique.

Zheng Xilai said, "My Zheng family is the descendant of the founding father." He clasped his fists to the sky, with a solemn expression. "At that time, my ancestor followed Emperor Taizu to fight everywhere. My ancestor destroyed a rebellious sect. Taizu appointed my Zheng family head to guard this place, grant me the title of the head, protect my descendants, and benefit future generations - Lord Wang, who is more or less, but still has some titles.

The use of rituals is the most important thing. If you have something to do, you will not be able to be harmonious and harmonious. If you do not use rituals, it will not be feasible."

Papa, Wang Luo applauded.

"So that's it, so that's it. Your Zheng family is not so easy to kick... Sorry, Chief Zheng, I will knock on the door next time."

Wang Luo said again: "The fifty taels of account is on my head."

Zheng Xilai suddenly remembered a legend about the capture of gods... He would lose money every time he kicked the door, but the money was recorded in his account.

Zheng Xilai's mouth twitched slightly and asked, "Sir, the gate of my house is Qingtianmu, I'm afraid fifty taels are not enough..."

Humph, remember you tens of thousands of taels, and in the future we can at least go out and brag about the fact that the God of Hunter owes me tens of thousands of taels of silver that the Zheng family has not paid back.

"Who said you've compensated you?"

Wang Luo's little boots shine in his hand: "I have to pay for the money when I kick the door with golden boots? When I see golden boots, I open the door and stop being kicked, right?

This money is about medical expenses.”

Zheng Xilai's eyes fell back on the unconscious four people, and suddenly said, "Mr. Captured God is really - Huai Jin, who is so noble."

"Where is where, with the light and dust is the real ability. I have shown my strength so sharp that I am really a subordinate."

Wang Luo said in a squeak.

Zheng Xilai's face darkened.

This guy is the real person who is not easy to give him.

"I wonder why sir, why are you here?"

"I don't know the head of the Zheng family, why do I know why I asked this question?"

"I don't know."

"Knowing what you know, and not knowing what you don't know is knowing."

Zheng Xilai secretly said good guy, this god-catching is really a revenge.

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"A gentleman is in the world, and there is no need to be suitable for him or her. What is righteousness and comparison."

Zheng Xilai said calmly - it means that I have my own considerations whether I ask or not.

"Above people above the middle person, you can speak the best; a person below the middle person cannot speak the best."

Wang Luo immediately replied - meaning that you have to go down the line as a middle-aged man, and I don’t reason with the fool.

"Sir... I'm not in the mood to play with you - Sir kicked the door, I guess it's a case."

Zheng Xilai sighed and bowed: "In any case, the actions of the adults may have had a significant impact on our Zheng family and also brought more or less reputational losses to our Zheng family. If an adult jokes are a reason to kick my Zheng family's door.

Even if the golden boots are ordered to kick the door - it's not reasonable."

Seeing his face, Wang Luo probably knew that he was going to send him out.

"Well, you're right."

"so?"

"So - hand over the person... do you think I want to fight with you? I just give you a chance to take the initiative to get someone, so that you can avoid the pain of being in a row."

Zheng Xilai raised his eyes again, his eyes were filled with a cold and a sense of indignation: "I wonder who sir, whom do I want me to give?"

Then Wang Luo glanced at Zou Shicheng who was lying on the ground vomiting blood: "This case is the criminal, Zheng Qing, the governor of Gunan."

"I dare to ask you what the case is being handled."

"Nanling Human Trafficking Case!"

Zheng Xilai felt nervous. Sure enough, was this business still exposed?

Wang Luo held the knife and smiled, "I wonder if the adults handed over the person themselves, or if I kicked all the doors of your house one by one with golden boots to arrest the criminals?"

Zheng Xilai turned his head and looked at Zou Shicheng. Although Zou Shicheng was still vomiting blood, the smile on his face could not be stopped.
To be continued...