"Are you a zoo?"

Tang Zhi pointed at Li Shier, as if driven by curiosity, and she suddenly tore Li Shier's shirt.

The warrior is very powerful, and tearing clothes is easy.

A click!

The shirt that Li Shiergao ordered for more than 100 yuan was broken.

The tiger was not too slow, and even ignored Tang Zhi at all, and walked slowly to Li Shier's back.

"Holy Lord, we..."

Just then.

Long Wu, Bai Ming, Hao Shuai and others walked in together.

"Sorry, disturb."

Bang!

Bai Ming closed the door and said to the person behind him: "The Holy Lord is resting, I guess he is too tired during this period..."

"He is clearly looking at the computer." Long Wu didn't believe it and pushed open the door again.

What caught my eye was Tang Zhi standing behind Li Shier, whose clothes were torn to pieces.

"I'm really resting." Long Wu closed the door and cursed in her heart: "I'm not a serious person, but I'm still pretending to be serious here!"

Thinking of his temptation, this guy was unmoved.

Now, I was in broad daylight and was in the office with me...

Are people now so open?

"What the hell is going on with you two?" Hao Shushe pushed open the door again.

"Oh my God, the Holy Lord is so tired! He is so worried about the world." After saying that, he closed the door and left straight.

In the house.

The atmosphere is even more awkward.

"What's going on with you?" Tang Zhi pointed to the white tiger on Li Shier's back, as well as the golden bull and green snake on his chest.

It seems that these wild beasts can move freely on Li Shier, and no longer have a fixed position like before.

The golden man bull kept walking along Li Shier's waist.

Leisure and leisurely.

"I want to know too." Li Shier felt it and found that the aura of these beasts had not changed at all, and there was no problem with his body.

This is hard to explain.

However, this thing was not at ease at first, and Li Shier clearly understood the first day they arrived at their bodies.

It's not a problem at the moment, so ignore it.

After all, the biggest enemy at present is Zhang San.

"Tiger?" Li Shier frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered a word.

Tune the tiger away from the mountain!

"Wait a minute." Li Shier picked up the phone: "Bai Ming, arrange everyone tonight to transfer them to your Tongquetai. Remember, be sure to keep silent."

"Boss, I have already built a secret passage. The whole line is connected to the Tongquetai." Bai Ming said confidently.

In order to cope with the tense situation, Bai Ming arranged for someone to secretly build a tunnel a long time ago.

Between Qingcheng Commercial Building and Tongquetai.

"In three hours, everyone will withdraw." After saying that, Li Shier hung up the phone and put the mask on his face.

Looking at the stranger in the mirror, he sighed: "Sure enough, no matter how handsome the face in the world is, it is not as good as my own."

"You are shameless." Tang Zhi pouted beside her.

"Do you say it again?" Li Shier pressed Tang Zhi on the table and slapped him hard on his butt.

Bang!

"Just say it, you are shameless..."

Bang!

...

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun has not set yet.

Nearly a thousand warriors came to Qingcheng in a mighty manner.

They are Zhang San's personal soldiers.

It is also Zhang Sanheng's greatest help in promoting the martial arts world.

No matter how powerful Zhang San is, he will never be able to conquer such a big world.

He is a man, not a God.

Some of these personal soldiers were frozen before Zhang San went to the God Realm, while others were trained after he returned.

Not to mention strong combat power, loyalty is absolutely first-class.

As soon as they came in, the atmosphere in Qingcheng became tense again.

Bihai Jiaoyang Hotel.

Zhang San sat in the first floor lobby, crossing his legs and holding a cigar in his hand.

Behind him, Ye Bugui's face was expressionless and his eyes were blood-red.

Holding a sword in his hand.

"Wu Da, remember. A good swordsman must at least have a good sword. The sword in your hand is indeed not very good." Zhang San sucked the clouds and said, "Get my blood sword!"

"Yes, Third Master!" A strong man came over and handed over a dark sword.

"Come on, try." Zhang San did not answer, but pointed at Ye Bugui: "This sword is covered with blood because it kills too many people. These blacks are caused by the drying of blood."

Ye Bugui hesitated and shook his head and said, "I just followed you, Master San, and I dare not accept such a valuable gift."

"What are you afraid of? They are all your own people." Zhang San held the cigar and smiled kindly: "Hold it. Try it."

"After all, you are my helper."

"Xie San Master." Ye Bugui threw away the sword in his hand, and ended up with the blood sword.

The moment he got the sword, he felt panic!

Countless wailing sounds, the dry bones that appeared in his mind made him creepy!

It seems that I am in purgatory on earth!

Those unjust souls came to him for life!

"Just get used to it, this sword can help you go a step further. I, Zhang San, believe in one sentence in my life. What can't kill you must be your whetstone!"

After Zhang San finished speaking, he continued to hold a cigar in his mouth and looked at the warriors entering the venue one by one.

Ye Bugui closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to make himself less nervous.

When his heart is cold.

The wailing sound of the wronged soul became smaller and smaller.

Even the smell of blood has become much lighter.

Ye Bugui knew very well that it was not because the sword was weak, but because he adapted himself.

He took a deep breath again!

Draw the sword in an instant!

The moment the sword is unsheathed!

The pungent smell of blood made it difficult for him to breathe!

The entire lung seemed to be filled with blood.

I feel disgusted and afraid at night!

My hair was standing upside down!

Goosebumps all started!

His teeth were clenched and his body was shaking!

The sword also seemed to be crying!

After a few minutes, the feeling gradually faded.
To be continued...