Chapter 725: The Crisis of Helingmen This time, the two of them no longer need chili peppers to decorate their hot pot, because the careful Han Xiaoxiao has decided to say goodbye to his favorite chili peppers.

Because Li Miao told her that chili pepper is not good for her health.

"Xiaoxiao, try this." Li Miao picked up a piece of cooked mutton and put it in Xiaoxiao's bowl.

"Haha." Han Xiaoxiao smiled, took it happily, took a bite, and chewed slowly.

Watching her eat, she seemed to be admiring the beautiful scenery.

Suddenly, Li Miao thought of an even better thing.

"Xiaoxiao, after dinner, let's go play?" Li Miao said with a smile while eating hot pot.

"Okay, where to go." Naturally, Han Xiaoxiao would not refuse Li Miao's kindness. She now especially cherishes the happy moments with Li Miao.

"Oh, let's not go play. It's been a tiring day. How about we go rest and find a place to rest?" Li Miao smiled mischievously.

"Pah." Han Xiaoxiao slapped the chopsticks in her hand on the table, her face was sullen, pretending to be angry.

Li Miao smiled awkwardly. Although he was joking about Han Xiaoxiao, he also knew that the entanglement with Han Xiaoxiao must be allowed to take its course, and it would not be sweet to force her pussy.

"Xiaoxiao, you have a healthier mind. You are just going to rest. You are not going to get a room. Don't think wrongly." Li Miao looked regretful, as if he was blaming Han Xiaoxiao for wrongly blaming him.

"Huh, who knows dirty thoughts?" Han Xiaoxiao picked up the chopsticks, ignored Li Miao and started eating on her own, but her little anger had long since faded, and she herself felt very strange, that is, Li Miao

Miao could let her do this. If it were any other man, he would have slapped her twice and subdued her with a grapple.

"...." Li Miao ate the food silently, but Han Xiaoxiao was not angry at the teasing. This was already a huge gain.

Sikong Dong, who has reached the third level of the Holy Spirit, is ready to go. This time, instead of going to explore Li Miao's whereabouts, it is more likely that he was coerced by the deputy head Si Kong Ning to do some despicable things.

Sikong Dong was still riding in that clunky pickup truck. There was nothing he could do about it. It had such a big ice bird door and it was of little value to drive a luxury car. It was better to get some pickup trucks like this, which could not only pull goods but also people.

This is in line with their view of sustainable development.

The driver was an ordinary Tianling-level cultivator named Sikong Shan. He had shown his face when the Ice Bird Sect was honing their plans, but he had no chance to make a move. After all, Li Miao directly challenged the best Sikong Ming.

He and other minions were simply ignored.

Sikong Shan has a huge body, as broad and majestic as a mountain, and his strength is the second level of Tianling. Although he looks a bit rubbish, he is basically a very powerful character in the world, not to mention he has the ice bird sect's transformed ice.

With exclusive skills such as Ability, even if you encounter a practitioner who is better than you, you can still protect yourself without any problem.

Along the way, the steward Sikong Dong did not drive in a hurry, but drove slowly. He was also thinking about how to handle this matter to perfection.

He did not dare to disobey Si Kong Ning's orders. Although he was powerful and had a high status in the Bingque Sect, he was only a steward after all, and was still one level below Si Kong Ning. Therefore, in the face of his orders, he also

Be able to bite the bullet and get it done.

However, he did not want to make this matter a dead end. Si Kong Ning did not care about the Bingque Sect's face. As an older generation of cultivators, he paid great attention to this aspect. Therefore, he had to think of a countermeasure that had both benefits.

"How long until we get there?" Sikong Dong leaned on the back of the car and sighed.

"It's still about an hour before we get back to Sikong Guanshi, Helingmen's home base." Sikong Shan said while turning the steering wheel.

"Drive slowly, just get there before dark." Sikong Dong said with a long sigh.

"Yes." Sikong Shan is the kind of character who obeys orders. Even if Sikong Dong asked him to jump out of the car now, he would not hesitate.

The afternoon passed quickly. Yunlu Middle School was doing a general cleaning this afternoon, so the students all got out of school early. Zuo Feng rushed out of the door, but suddenly found that the air was waterlogged, and there was something indescribable.

Feeling of discomfort.

That's right, Zuo Feng was suddenly separated from Zuo Shou's personal care. He even had to pick up his schoolbag in person. In the past, Zuo Shou had a special car to pick him up and drop him off, and he had dedicated people to serve him. But now, he asked Zuo Xiao to kill him.

He is dead and will never feel this kind of treatment again.

Suddenly, Zuo Feng's conscience seemed to be touched a little, and he regretted this decision a little bit.

After leaving the school, Zuo Feng had no choice but to take a taxi back. Without a special car to pick him up, and he didn't like to squeeze into the bus, he had no choice but to make this choice.

The taxi stopped in front of Zuo Feng's building.

"A total of thirteen and a half yuan." The driver said lazily. As he spoke, he took out a Liqun and put it in his mouth. For guys like them, it is a great enjoyment to be able to smoke Liqun.

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"Oh" Zuo Feng responded and quickly fumbled in his pocket, only to find that he had only touched a random dollar on the table in the morning. Apart from the taxi fare in the morning and the broken bread he bought at noon, he only had two dollars left.

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It's not that Zuo Feng has no brains, but that he usually doesn't need to bring money at all. Zuo Shou is responsible for paying the bills, so losing him now made everything a bit unprepared.

People are all like this, they only regret it deeply when they lose something, whether the person lost is a human or a ghost.

"Brother driver, I only have two dollars on me, see if I can give it to you next time." Zuo Feng forced a smile on his face, looking helpless.

"This is not possible. We work as taxis and earn hard-earned money. Now that the gas price is so expensive, how much money can I make if I run for a whole day?" The driver reached out of the car window and flicked the ashes of his cigarette.

"Brother driver, it's not that I won't give it to you. I really forgot to bring the money. I will give it to you later." Zuo Feng was extremely depressed. He had never been choked to death by money. Today he knew what it was like.

"No, no, you don't have any money. Leave your phone and everything else with me and I'll return it to you next time." When the driver was on the road, he accidentally caught sight of Zuo Shou using Ai Feng, although he didn't know Ai Feng.

Exactly how much it is worth, but I also know that this thing is quite expensive. If you get it and sell it, you will definitely make a fortune.

"Ah?" Zuo Feng was obviously taken aback by the driver's words. Is there any reason to return the phone to you? Only a fool would give it to you. As long as the phone is in your hands, is there any reason to return it?
Chapter completed!