The painted girl still looked downstairs with a silly and seeping smile.

Zong Yixing's eyes flashed with anger. "Didn't see any water on you."

"Well, that's because I'm clever, just because your girl didn't do anything wrong."

"Huh! Even so, how are you doing? ”

"Apologies!" Fan Mo said coldly.

Zong Yixing's attitude was very annoying, and he had already provoked him.

Zong and his entourage seemed to hear a big joke, "Hahaha, wait until you beat me, and then let me apologize, now you are not worthy!" ”

Fan Mo sneered.

Unworthy?

His doom never lost.

I was thinking about how to govern the sect and his party, but he said: "My father will not be happy when he hears this." ”

Zong and his entourage changed their faces.

Vile!

even thought of using his father to oppress people.

He still pretended not to know Fan Mo at this time, if Fan Mo really said that his father was Fan Qinghe, he would have to apologize at that time.

The Martial Saint is an existence that surpasses the Great Grandmaster too much, even his father does not dare to provoke, and of course he does not dare.

Fan Qinghe is famous for valuing his son, and if he offends Fan Mo, Fan Qinghe will definitely make himself look good.

Sensing that something was a little tricky, he snorted coldly, his body was vertical, and the person was already dozens of meters away, and the voice floated from afar.

"Humph! I still say the same thing, if you have the ability, you come to me, what kind of ability does Lao Tzu have. ”

"The dignified young master of the Linxian Sect didn't even dare to ask who my father was, did he already know that my father was Fan Qinghe, so he deliberately bullied me, or was he really ignorant and fearless? It's a lot to think about. ”

Fan Mo's eyes were cold, and the reaction of Zong and his party once again confirmed his guess.

Zong and his entourage have known him for a long time, and this time they have traveled thousands of miles from the Linxian Sect to the land of the Brahma Sect, and it is likely that it is for him at all!

Because he often suffered bad luck, Fan Mo had long practiced keen observation and was extremely good at reasoning.

He didn't feel like he was wrong.

Zong and his party ran faster, and the feeling was clearly pretending that they didn't hear.

Fan Mo sneered: Cowardly!

Suddenly, a whip winded like a long dragon, flew out from Fan Mo's side, and chased towards Zong and his party, and soon chased after him, and a whip wrapped around his ankle.

Fan Mo looked at Mingmei, and saw that her wrist was lifted, and Zong and his party were dragged to the ground by the whip all the way back.

When the others arrived, the white clothes were dirty, the hair was scattered, and the white jade flute was already covered with ashes.

Zong and his entourage were stunned.

When the whip came, he felt it, but he had no power to resist, and watched as he was dragged back in the most humiliating way.

"What are you doing?" Zong and his entourage were angry, angry, and afraid.

He didn't think that Mingmei would stand up for Fan Mo, after all, she had been standing there, cold as ice, and she didn't see how special she was to Fan Mo, who knew that she would shoot so neatly.

"You need his apology?" Mingmei looked at Fan Mo.

Fan Mo's heart moved slightly, he shook his head and said, "No need!" However, I have something I want to ask. ”

"Hmm!" Bright nod!

If an apology is useful, what else do you need to whip?

Fan Mo stood in front of Zong and his entourage, looking at him condescendingly. "You know me?"

"I don't know!" Zong and his entourage shook their heads, but the expression on their faces was unnatural.

Fan Mo looked at the expression on his face carefully, and already knew the answer he wanted to know. "You passed on my secret?"

"Humph! I don't know what you're talking about! ”

Zong and his entourage made up their minds not to say anything, today he was careless, as long as he went back alive, he immediately secretly issued a reward order, chasing and killing these two people, whether he could kill them or not, he was also comfortable in his heart.

Mingmei indifferently looked at Zong and his entourage, who didn't see the coffin and didn't cry, and silently exchanged a hundred truth pills from the system.

Fan Wanzi exclaimed excitedly: "Host, you are finally willing to exchange points for system props." ”

Mingmei: "Will you die if you eat too much of this thing?" ”

"No! It's safe! "Doughon finally found a familiar feeling of being a system in a field that he was familiar with.

Mingmei nodded.

A whip was whipped and hit Zong and his party in the face.

Zong Yixing involuntarily opened his mouth wide and let out a miserable scream, and as soon as he opened it, he felt countless round things fall into his mouth, and he couldn't close his mouth at all.

He was afraid of choking to death, so he hurriedly swallowed down, and when he swallowed all the things, he covered his throat and stared at him in horror: "What did you give me?" "And how much else did you eat?

Dumpling: "...... OoO”。

Mamma Mia Duck! It's scary!

It said that it would eat the undead, but it didn't say that if you eat so much, you will eat the undead!

The conscience of heaven and earth, it really thinks that the host is asking to eat two or three......

Mingmei squinted at it: "Something?" ”

"No, absolutely no problem!" Fan Tuanzi hurriedly said: "The only consequence is that it is estimated that he can only tell the truth in this life." ”

If, this guy has the rest of his life......

Mingmei looked at Fan Mo. "Now you can ask."

Fan Mo's heart was pounding.

Who the hell is she?

Why help him so much?

The way to help him is so simple, rough and domineering, but inexplicably, there is a feeling of being spoiled.

"What did you give him?" Fan Mo was still very curious.

Mingmei has a serious face: "Truth pill, do you want one?" ”

Fan Mo: "...... No, thanks! ”

Truth Pill?

Zong and his entourage looked at Mingmei and Fan Mo with resentful eyes, is this thing refined with Fan Mo's blood? Does Fan Mo's blood have such an effect?

He remembered that comment, and a deep sense of fate welled up in his heart.

Fan Mo looked at Zong and his party, his voice was slow but cold. "Do you know me?"

"Acquaintance!" I don't know!

The voice in his heart was different from the voice of the answer, and Zong Yixing's eyes widened in horror.

Fan Mo smiled, the truth pill was really useful.

"How long have you known me?"

"Twelve years!" Just met!

Zong Yixing's face was pale, and he couldn't control himself anymore.

Fan Mo frowned and pondered, that is, when he was five years old, he was targeted by Zong and his party, and he was extremely frightened to think about it!

"Did you pass on my secret?"

In a moment, Fan Mo thought about a lot of things that he couldn't figure out before, his father repeatedly ordered him not to spread the word about his blood being able to practice magic potions, and it didn't take long for the world to know.

It would be impossible to pass on the news without the inner ghost.

He is now very suspicious that the person who bought the inner ghost is Zong and his party.

Sure enough, Zong and his entourage reluctantly said a yes word.

"Who's that guy?"

Zong and his entourage said a name.

Fan Mo thought about it for a long time, and then remembered that the person was a senior brother who had been in the business for a few years, but had been unknown and had no sense of existence, and he was really unseemly.

He asked some more details, and Zong and his party answered them one by one.

Finally, he finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most: "Why do you hate me so much?" ”