570: C570 Terror Driver

C570 Terror Driver

Ye Long calmed himself down and looked at the ten muscular men on the ground with a complicated expression.

"Sigh …"

Sighing, he too left silently.

He was afraid that he would not be able to stay in this place, not even in the Southern Alliance's martial arts association.

"Mo …" Brother Mo, I'm not dreaming right? "

Lu Ming rubbed his eyes.

Was the scene just now acting out a wuxia movie?

Lu Ming's heart was still beating rapidly. For a moment, it was difficult for him to calm down.

"Yue Feng, who exactly are you …"

Mo Qing's tightly clenched fists loosened.

He ignored Lu Ming, got up, and left.

He wanted to ask his father about Yue Feng's identity.

At the same time, Yue Feng and the others had already taken a taxi back to the hotel.

"Taro, you really don't know how to choose a place."

The red Buddha said.

"Sigh, I didn't expect that either. "A few mice poop and spoil a pot of porridge …"

"It's nothing, just a few flies."

Yue Feng said.

"But Red Buddha, did you just kill him?"

Xu Tianlang asked.

"I don't know. Whether they die or not depends on their lives."

The red Buddha said coldly.

"…"

Black lines appeared on Xu Tianlang's forehead.

The way this expert spoke was indeed different.

But it seemed that it was true. It would be much harder for a strong warrior to control his strength than it was to attack with all his strength.

In that situation just now, it was already quite good that the red Buddha did not beat them up into meat patties.

The driver in the driver's seat was drenched in cold sweat as he listened to their conversation.

In the rearview mirror, they saw the murderous look on their faces, and their hearts raced even faster.

Don't kill me...

"Master, what are you thinking about?"

Xu Tianlang's sudden words gave the driver a fright.

He almost lost his balance and pulled up onto the sidewalk.

"Concentrate on driving."

The red Buddha said coldly.

"Yes, yes, yes …"

The driver nodded.

In his heart, he blamed himself for not going out to check the calendar and encountering three murderous demons.

Soon, they arrived at the hotel.

However, for the driver, it was like living a long life.

"Phew …"

The driver watched them enter the hotel and let out a heavy breath before he could relax.

"F * ck, the next time I meet someone like that, I'll just run away …"

As he was speaking, the driver suddenly raised his head.

Only after seeing the three of them disappear did he pat himself on the chest.

"He scared himself …"

After calming himself down, he returned to the car.

However, he was probably no longer in the mood to carry passengers.

At the same time, Yue Feng and the others also returned to their own rooms.

Not long after he returned to his room, Xiao Hong knocked on the door, saying that his master had woken up.

"Is that so? He took all the prescriptions I prescribed, right? "

Yue Feng said.

"Yes, it was all thanks to Mr. Yue's amazing skills that he recovered. My master recovered very quickly."

"Alright, I'll go take a look."

Yue Feng nodded.

The Withering Mountain Daoist's room was right next to Yue Feng's.

When he entered his room, he saw Daoist Withered-Mountain lying on his bed, his eyes glazed over at the ceiling.

There was also a bowl of steaming hot meat porridge on the table beside the bed.

"Daoist Withered-Mountain."

Yue Feng smiled and walked towards him.

"Mr. Yue …"0

The expression in the Daoist Priest's eyes changed. He hurriedly tried to get up to greet them, but to no avail.

"Lie still. You can't get out of bed for the time being."

Yue Feng said.

As for Xiao Hong, he quickly stepped forward to support Daoist Withering Mountain.

"Thank you, Mr. Yue …"

"No need to thank me. I also have some things that I need your help with."

Yue Feng said.

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