Chapter 49

Zhang Hai gritted his teeth and said nothing.

If he is killed by the Nocturne, he will be killed, but if he divulges the information of his partner and is later found out by the organization, his family will also be affected.

"Oh? Are you going to resist?" Meng Xiaotong's mouth was slightly tilted, and his eyes twinkled with excitement.

The man on one side glanced at her and said slowly, "don't ask, this guy's companion went to a villa of a collateral son of the Zhao family."

"Zhao family? Zhao group?"

Meng Xiaotong was slightly stunned. "Why do thousands of people go to Zhao's villa?"

"Isn't Qianzhong searching for a mysterious Superman recently? They and Zhao's group set a trap for the man. Now it is estimated that they are playing happily in the villa."

Meng Xiaotong looked at him suspiciously and asked, "how can you know this, a reclusive old fellow?"

The man's forehead jumped a few times again and tried to resist the idea of giving the girl a shudder. He didn't have a good way: "I just found it."

Seeing that Meng Xiaotong was still skeptical, he had to hum and explain: "I found a good seedling in Linyang city. She was simple and fit my empty fist very much, so I took her as my disciple. Recently, she had some trouble. I wanted to help her solve it. Unexpectedly, I just ran into Qianzhong and Zhao group to set up the mysterious and extraordinary person."

"Disciple?" Meng Xiaotong's face suddenly showed curiosity. She knew how harsh the cultivation conditions of empty fist were. The man had tried hard to find a suitable successor for many years. Unexpectedly, he finally found it in a rural city.

Unfortunately, the man obviously had no intention to further satisfy Meng Xiaotong's curiosity. After saying this, he closed his mouth and said no more.

Seeing this, Meng Xiaotong couldn't help but curl his mouth and asked, "what happened to the mysterious man in the end?"

"I don't know. I didn't go into the villa, but it was Ye Shengyuan who was responsible for dealing with him. Although that guy liked to pretend, his swordsmanship was pretty good. He was still a silver rank. Most of the mysterious man was not his opponent."

Meng Xiaotong heard "Oh" and her pretty face was full of indifferent expression. Her task was to kill a thousand heavy people. She was not interested in whether the mysterious man was dead or alive.

The man was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly asked, "is the night song ready to fight Qianchong?"

"I don't know, but an apostolic meeting was held recently," Meng Xiaotong said.

"That's it. The night song has long wanted to swallow Qianchong. At present, Qianchong's invasion just gives a full excuse. With that person's character, he will never miss this opportunity."

The man sighed, "Alas, it's a troubled time again."

"Anyway, it won't involve you. Just live in seclusion. Why are you worried so much?" Meng Xiaotong glanced his mouth, then turned his eyes, suddenly thought of something and said, "I almost forgot. There's bad news for you. Many people have been to the east of the Federation recently."

The man frowned and asked, "who?"

"The details are not clear, but the leader is Hongxin J 'instant knife', a very tricky guy. You should be careful not to be found by them."

The man looked more serious and nodded gently.

"I see. Thank you for your information."

"Well, then I'll continue to work." Meng Xiaotong clapped his hands lightly, came to Zhang Hai, squatted down and looked at him with a smile.

The smile was very lovely and charming, but somehow it made Zhang Hai shudder and his hair burst.

"You, what do you want to do?" he shouted in horror.

The bald man looked on coldly. He knew Meng Xiaotong very well. Seeing this scene, he knew that the latter was going to have her "hobby" again. However, he was not prepared to stop it. Although Zhang Hai was a martial artist, he was an evil martial artist who practiced with women as the cauldron. He was not worthy of pity and sympathy.

Meng Xiaotong likes to deal with such people.

"Don't be afraid. Let's play a Q & a game. If you answer correctly, I'll let you go." Meng Xiaotong looked at Zhang Hai with a smile.

"What, what Q & a game?" Zhang Hai stammered. The girl's words filled him with a glimmer of hope.

"Question one."

Meng Xiaotong directly raised an index finger and slowly turned around.

"How many 'heads' do people have?"

Zhang Hai was stunned and subconsciously blurted out: "one."

Don't humans have only one head?

"Wrong, fool!" Meng Xiaotong opened five fingers. "Fingers are not heads?"

When the voice fell, the skin of Zhang Hai's whole right arm suddenly burst, and countless blood colored sharp cones were pierced from it, which pierced his arm into holes, and more than a dozen small blood holes were added to the flank of his right arm, and blood splashed out.

"Ah!!"

The severe pain instantly made Zhang Hai scream, and his body trembled like shaking chaff.

Meng Xiaotong's smiling face remained unchanged, raised two fingers and said slowly:

"Question 2, how many hairs do I have?"

Zhang Hai just calmed down. He was stunned when he heard this question. How can I know how much hair you have?

He tried his best to turn his head to think about the answer to the question, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of Meng Xiaotong's palm moving slightly. He was immediately shocked. He couldn't think any more. He hurriedly replied, "50000 roots!"

Meng Xiaotong was stunned. He touched his head and said, "what? I haven't lost my hair."

When the words fell, Zhang Haidun screamed again, and his other arm suddenly pierced a dense blood cone.

"Last question."

Meng Xiaotong turned a deaf ear to Zhang Hai's scream, raised his slender white fingers, pointed to the man on the side and said:

"How many hairs do I have with him?"

Bald man: "??"

Zhang Hai's lips trembled and his face turned pale. He glanced at the bald man with a look of despair on his face and shouted with grief and anger:

"What's the difference between this question and the one just now? Where does this dead bald man have hair? Ah?"

Bald man: "??"

It's her question. What are you scolding me for?

"That's why I can't answer." Meng Xiaotong waved his hand directly, and immediately heard a continuous noise, stabbing countless blood cones from Zhang Hai's neck.

The latter opened his eyes and his throat clucked. He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. Finally, he had to fall back straight and soon lost his voice.

"... your hobby is still the same evil taste as before." looking at Zhang Hai who died in peace, the man showed a speechless look.

"Anyway, they are all some damn scum. What does it matter?"

Meng Xiaotong patted his palm, stood up, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Well, leave it to me. You can go back and continue your seclusion."

The man looked at her helplessly and turned away from the roadway.

Behind him came the girl's sweet and crisp voice.

"Hey, hey, work, collect the body."