About ten minutes later.

Chen Yuanli and Leng Jia sat face to face, showing strange faces.

He said in surprise: "You are also practicing the "The Five Qis of Xuanmen"? Which of the Five Qis Chapters?"

"The Thunder Chapter."

Leng Jia's two fingers stood up, and the light was leaping on her fingertips, and the light was extremely dazzling.

She concealed a secret. The reason why she could practice so quickly was that she relied on the function of the chest token, which was the relics of the old blood demon monster.

According to the realm of the Five Qis of Xuanmen, she is currently in the next foundation-building stage of the Qi training stage, which is similar to Chen Yuanli's realm in front of her.

In magnetic energy network, it is a standard level 2 permission user.

Chen Yuanli smiled and teased: "I am practicing the sword-controlling chapter, and I am the same clan and the same clan. In terms of seniority, I should be your... uncle."

Leng Jia stood up from the sofa with a blink of an eyebrow, her eyebrows couldn't help but jump.

"What did you say?"

Chen Yuanli took a sip of tea and said slowly: "I am a brother Wen Qianyi, and you should be considered a disciple of Senior Brother Wen. If you call me "Uncle Master, you won't suffer any loss."

Then he looked at Leng Jia with a smile.

Leng Jia's face turned red, she took a deep breath, squeezed the voice out of her throat, and whispered: "Uncle Master."

"Speak louder."

"Uncle Master!"

Leng Jia tried her best and shouted with a higher voice. This action seemed to have consumed a lot of strength. She was panting and turned her head to look extremely unhappy.

Leng Xianmin sat aside and looked a little embarrassed, and he couldn't find a place to interrupt.

"I won't tease you anymore." Chen Yuanli smiled. Before Leng Jia's attack, he turned serious and returned to the topic.

"You came to me to solve the problem. What is the relationship between Song Xiaoyang and Leng Jia?"

Leng Xianmin finally found the opportunity to speak: "In the past, it was just a matter of marriage, but Song later ruined the marriage, and no one mentioned it again in the end. Only Song Xiaoyang cared about this matter very much. Once..." He looked at Leng Jia and said, "I have been pursuing her for a while."

"In other words, the key to the problem lies with Leng Jia." Chen Yuanli said.

Leng Jia replied: "They may have also received some information about the "Five Qis of Xuanmen". Song Xiaoyang is a chess piece for temptation. The real key lies in Song's attitude. Only when Yanjing's power stops, Song Xiaoyang can't whirlwind, so we can easily deal with him."

Chen Yuanli's face tightened.

"That night seemed a bit unusual. I watched videos taken near the local area of ​​the incident on the Internet, which were not like ordinary thunderstorms at all."

"It was a battle between monks. At that time, I was at the scene and involved a case of overseas spies, with the forces of the General Staff and the Blue Shark Rangers participating. This overseas spy case also had some relationship with the Star Spirit Group..."

Leng Jia told Chen Yuanli about the academic fraud case of 617 and her speculation about the cause, including Muto Industrial's technical trade and her current identity, and explained them clearly.

Chen Yuanli was surprised: "I really couldn't imagine..."

Leng Jia finally explained her true intention: "Your relationship is much stronger than mine in the local area. If you can prepare in advance, you should be able to help him a little, so that you won't be too passive when Song Xiaoyang attacks."

"I have no choice but to do so." Chen Yuanli Zheng pointed his head.

After a whole night of secret talks, a rough countermeasure was discussed. With one call after another, the local network with Chen Yuanli and Leng Jia as the core was gradually activated.

They don’t know yet... Song Xiaoyang just suffered a secret loss in Fengjing City.

"What's going on!"

Song Xiaoyang still couldn't figure it out. He encountered trouble in Fengjing City. He had a moment when he even wanted to let the ignorant deputy director of the Fengjing City Taxation Bureau Zheng Maotong understand what "** political iron fist" mean. In the end, he barely maintained his rationality and did not throw out the black information in his hand.

On the spacious streets, traffic flows in a bustling scene.

The more prosperous it is, the more dirty and depraved it is, the easier it is to find flaws and find a chance to kill him with one blow.

But now, Fengjing City gives him a feeling of being a barrel without oil and salt. If the government had not been operating normally, he would have thought that all the people in the government would have died.

If you are not bribed, not threatened, and do things impartially, where is this an official? In Song Xiaoyang's opinion, this is clearly no different from being dead!

"Bang"

Song Xiaoyang slapped the knife aside and covered his forehead and thought deeply about countermeasures. He felt that it seemed a bit unworkable to put pressure on Xingling Group through government channels.

But he had already prepared another plan and started with the people around him.

The good news finally came.

"The target was caught, but..." Song Xiaoyang just smiled and heard the turning words he disliked the most.

He frowned: "But what?"

"When I arrested someone, I caught one more episode." The subordinates reported to him.

Song Xiaoyang asked: "Where are people now?"

The subordinate gave an address.

Maybach Zeppelin slowly started and ran towards the location of the address on the phone.

On the way.

Song Xiaoyang received a call from Yanjing. "Two days later, the Donghai Provincial Government will contact you. Be careful and don't do things calmly."

After hanging up the phone, he smiled, relaxed slightly in his seat, and said to himself: "Finally, he gradually got back on track. This Wen person will know what...a unforgettable lesson is."

Maybach came to the "Fengjing Taoyuan Food Factory".

The white-haired man personally opened the car door for Song Xiaoyang and whispered: "When are you going to contact Hao Ting? We have about 6 hours left, and the possibility of public security intervention in more than 6 hours will be greatly increased."

"Take me to see." Song Xiaoyang was thinking about a small question mentioned on the phone.

Catch one more?

He doesn't like variables, and this is an unexpected variable.

In a spacious office.

Hao Yumiao sat on the bench uneasy, looked around, and asked repeatedly: "Didn't you say... my sister asked you to pick me up?"

"Oh, don't worry, she will arrive in a while." A short-haired man smiled gently, "What snack do you want to eat?"

"No...no need." She looked secretly in the other direction in the office.

Scream

Song Xiaoyang pushed the door open and entered.

He first saw Hao Yumiao. He had seen the photo of this little girl earlier, and it was him. As for the one he caught in the other, he immediately saw the main owner in the seat in the corner.

The first reaction was stunning. This was a girl with long black hair, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pure and charming appearance, and her eyes were as attractive as water waves.

She seemed to hear the footsteps, raised her head and looked at Song Xiaoyang, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

"I am your sister's friend..." Song Xiaoyang reluctantly moved his eyes away from the girl and said to Hao Yumiao: "Is she your classmate?"

Hao Yumiao looked at Song Xiaoyang quietly, her uneasiness and doubts became increasingly intense, and she shook her head honestly.

"I, I don't know her. I don't know why she follows me."

Don't know?

Song Xiaoyang frowned.

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!