There was a crisp "click", and the bones in Meng Zhe's back were broken by stepping on.

He let out a heart-rending scream of pain, sobbing and his face contorted.

Ji Yaoguang looked at this scene, her face full of astonishment.

Even she didn't expect that Lin Fei would be so ruthless. Although I felt a vicious breath in my heart, I still felt uneasy.

After all, Meng Zhe is Song Hao's person, and dealing with him like this is equivalent to slapping Song Hao in the face. Now that Song Hao almost controls the power of life and death of the Ji family, how should the Ji family deal with himself if he offends him?

Without waiting for Ji Yaoguang to open his mouth to persuade him, Lin Fei said, "Pick it up, or don't pick it up?"

Meng Zhe was completely frightened, and wept bitterly and wailed: "Pick it up, I'll pick it up! Don't beat it, if you beat it again, you will die!"

Lin Fei stopped indifferently, and didn't even bother to look at Meng Zhe.

In his opinion, it is just an ant, how to deal with it, or even whether to kill it or not, is just a trivial matter to do at will.

Meng Zhe picked up the invitation, stood up with difficulty, and handed it to Ji Yaoguang with trembling hands.

His heart was broken, and he desperately wanted to scold his mother at the top of his throat and vent the anger and unwillingness in his heart.

"What the is this bodyguard, is there something wrong with your brain? I don't know if the Ji family doesn't dare to offend me, why do you dare to do it to me?"

"Are you a pig, aren't you afraid that Lao Tzu will retaliate against you afterwards?!"

Of course, in this case, he only dared to think about it in his heart, and he really didn't have the courage to provoke Lin Fei again.

In Meng Zhe's opinion, Lin Fei is completely a stunned young man who is not afraid of heaven and earth.

After Ji Yaoguang accepted the invitation, he looked at Meng Zhe's miserable condition, looking like he wanted to say something and stopped, but after all, he just sighed and didn't say anything more.

People have already been offended, so what's the point of pretending to care or saying something of comfort?

After Meng Zhe completed the task given to him by Song Hao, he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and there was only one thought in his mind: escape, flee quickly! Stay away from Lin Fei, the stunned green battle tyrannosaur beast, the farther away the better!

He lowered his head, his eyes flashed with a sinister look of resentment, and he limped back to the car.

The driver in the front seat was so frightened that he couldn't figure out how Meng Zhe went to deliver an invitation like this?

"Lin Fei, you ride the horse and wait for Lao Tzu!"

"I want you dead!" Meng Zhe roared angrily in his heart, his expression was hideous and twisted, his teeth were clenched, and there was even a trace of blood oozing from between his teeth.

The driver saw this scene from the rearview mirror, and only felt that Meng Zhe's current expression was even more terrifying than the BT murderer in the horror movie, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Completely different from Meng Zhe's bitter and bitter appearance, Lin Feifeng was light, as if nothing had happened, and glanced at the time and place on the invitation.

Song Hao must have gotten a lot of invitations from Qing Lixue, but he only gave one out, and the meaning was obvious-he just wanted Ji Yaoguang to participate alone, and he couldn't bring anyone to accompany him.

Ji Yaoguang glanced at Lin Fei with a complicated expression, and wanted to say that his attitude towards Meng Zhe might harm the Ji family, but he didn't know how to speak for a while.

Yes, Lin Fei helped the Ji family so much, and even saved himself and his grandfather's lives, but he didn't ask for anything.

He doesn't owe the Ji family anything, but the Ji family owes him too much.

What qualifications and positions do you have to accuse him?

Ji Yaoguang finally smiled bitterly and sighed, and didn't say anything.

...

The night is like ink.

Nightmare stood on top of a tall building in the distance, observing the Ji family's villa with high-powered night vision binoculars.

His two strands of sideburns and his flowing hood and cloak were hunting and flying in the night wind.

"What kind of realm is that woman whose fist wind drives the leaves all over the court?" the nightmare muttered in a low voice, still thinking about this most crucial question.

Based only on his previous preliminary observations, he could not draw definite conclusions.

And as the most cautious and patient killer, Nightmare is willing to take the time to figure it out. Assuming that this woman is in the realm of a grandmaster, then acting rashly by herself is equivalent to looking for death.

Although this is extremely unlikely, what if?

Nightmare never left his life to luck, which is the main reason why he has survived to this day.

He lowered his binoculars and furrowed his brow like a woman's, feeling that such an observation would be inconclusive.

Soon, Nightmare smiled: "It's better to drive the tiger and devour the wolf, and let people test it." ”

Thinking of this, Nightmare took out her phone and called Black Rose, "Mentor, I need you a little favor." ”

Black Rose sneered and asked, "Nightmare, you didn't move at all when you came back, and you still have the face to ask me for help?"

Nightmare sighed softly and said playfully, "Mentor, you are just too arrogant, and you didn't even investigate the protection of your target clearly, so you sent two groups of killers to die in vain. It's a good thing to have confidence in your own people, but it's a big taboo to underestimate others. ”

Black Rose choked in her chest, gritted her teeth, and said, "Nightmare, are you laughing at me?"

Nightmare's face was full of surprise: "How dare you? You are my dear mentor, and I can't even honor you." ”

Black Rose couldn't stand his unobtrusive words anymore, and sneered: "If you have something to say, what do you want me to help!"

Nightmare sighed and said helplessly: "Mentor, you really don't understand the amorous feelings. ”

"Then I'll be blunt, I heard that the Bai family's martial arts idiot, Bai Zhan has a good relationship with you?"

Black Rose's heart jumped, and she asked in a cold voice, "Nightmare, what are you talking nonsense?!"

Nightmare smiled disapprovingly and teased, "Oops, you see I really accidentally exposed the underground love affair between my mentor and Bai Zhan. It's terrible, the mentor won't kill me, will he?"

Black Rose took a deep breath, her eyes filled with deep fear of the nightmare.

She thought she kept this affair very secretive, but she didn't expect to be known by the nightmare.

Nightmare overlooked the bustling night scene of the city, and he was in control of everything: "You say, if your husband Mandala learns of this, as the supreme leader of the Dark Night Organization, what will he do to the two of you?"

"Nightmare," Black Rose said angrily, "are you threatening me?"

"How so?" Nightmare's face was full of surprise, "I'm reminding my dear mentor that there are some things that need to be done more carefully. I'm worried that the two of you will be executed by Ling Chi, and I will see myself being cut by a thousand knives. ”

Black Rose was so angry that her whole body trembled, and she finally gritted her teeth and said, "What do you want me to help you?"

Nightmare narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "I want Bai Zhan to make a move, help me test that woman named Wu Moling." ”

"Anyway, he's a martial idiot, it's no secret in Rongcheng. On the grounds of competitive competition, the duel between the righteous and bright is not a problem. Even if your precious lover is defeated, he will definitely not die. ”

Black Rose seemed to have heard a big joke, and sneered: "In the late stage of the White War refinement, the Grandmaster rarely meets an opponent, will he lose?"

Nightmare shook her head and cut off the phone.

"Stupid woman, sooner or later she will die of arrogance. He whispered to himself, and then an inexplicable thought popped into his mind.

Who can teach such a mysterious master as Wu Moling?

"It can't be a proud disciple of some old monster who has spent more than ten or twenty years teaching, right?"

Nightmare secretly guessed that things were not simple.

But he would never have dreamed that someone would just pick up Wu Moling.