Without waiting for Zhao Na to ask, the driver unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car alone.
Zhao Na had no choice but to get off the car as well.
The surrounding environment was eerie, and there was a foul smell floating around from time to time, which made her shiver.
"What kind of shabby place is this? What kind of taste does Zhu Mo have?"
"Please follow me. The young master has been waiting for you in the villa in the mountains for a long time." The driver made a gesture of invitation and said with a smile.
"What a joke, he's not in a meeting..."
Before Zhao Na could finish, the driver interrupted her: "Master, I came here right after the meeting. The company is close to here."
After saying that, he began to lead the way and walked into the tree-lined path.
Zhao Na slapped her forehead helplessly, covered her nose and followed.
The first thing she did when she saw him was to report him to Zhu Mo. This young driver was really annoying. He was not considerate at all and always talked nonsense.
The driver turned around and couldn't help wiping the sweat from his hands.
His ability should have been matched with perfect lying skills, but he was too honest and his lies were always full of loopholes.
After all, I only used this skill frequently after following the Young Master, and I basically never used it with the Fifth Master.
Walking on the wooded path, Zhao Na didn't know how many branches had scratched her.
Even the snow-white back was scratched, and there would probably be a black mark.
The exquisite makeup seemed to be in vain after all this effort, and the hair became messy.
Zhao Na kept brushing off the dust from the branches on her body: "Really? How long do we have to walk?"
"We're already here, just go in."
Pointing at a dilapidated building, the driver leaned forward and smiled.
"Ah? This is a villa..."
Looking at the factory-like building in front of her, Zhao Na couldn't believe her eyes.
Does this have anything to do with the villa?
What’s wrong with Zhu Mo’s taste? How could he have such bad taste when he’s so handsome?
Or did Zhu Mo call him here just to humiliate him?
Zhao Na sneered and walked inside angrily, wanting to ask Zhu Mo for clarification.
Seeing that the mission was finally completed, the driver pressed two fingers on his forehead, and his face immediately turned into an ugly and old face.
"Huh, I finally got her in. Luckily this girl is a bit dumb. I guess I need to learn more about sales tactics, or I'll lose my job."
As soon as she walked in, Zhao Na realized something was wrong.
"No, this is not a villa, this is clearly a crematorium..."
In the open environment, crematoriums are placed on both sides.
The dim lights flickered, just like a scene from a horror movie.
There seemed to be two figures standing in the distance.
One of them was exactly red ink.
There is also a woman with a graceful figure whom I have never seen before.
"Zhu Mo, what do you mean by calling me to a place like this?" Zhao Na walked towards Zhu Mo step by step, with uncontrollable anger in her tone.
No matter how much I like you, you can't treat me like this.
And he found another woman.
Not only did he go up the mountain with great expectations, but he ended up in such a miserable state, and he even deceived himself.
Thinking of this, Zhao Na became more and more angry, and the expression on her face became more and more ferocious. She clenched her fist and sneered: "It seems that sister needs to teach you a lesson, so that you will be obedient."
"Is this the woman? She's pretty, but she has a bad temper."
Han Ningchu chuckled and pressed the button of the crematorium next to him.
After a burst of mechanical roar, an iron bed emerged from the machine.
"Do you want to lie down on your own, or do you want me to help you?"
Suddenly, Zhao Na paused, and disdain appeared on her face: "Ridiculous, leave it to yourself and go in."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was less than a hundred meters away from Han Ningchu.
She finally felt the strong sense of oppression emanating from Han Ningchu, and her heart skipped a beat.
"saint..."
"Zhu Mo, what do you mean? Is she your girlfriend? This joke is meaningless."
Some retreated backwards in panic.
Suddenly, I remembered what my junior brother Chu Tian had said to me.
Is Zhu Mo really a complete scumbag, and is he approaching me for some ulterior motive?
It's just that I just spent a little money on entertainment, dated countless men, and never offended anyone.
"Don't be nervous, she just wants to talk to you." Zhu Mo chuckled.
【Han Ningchu: 815. 】
【Zhao Na: 740.】
The fighting power between the two was very different, and Zhao Na didn't even have a chance to escape from Han Ningchu.
Han Ningchu's combat power has improved abnormally. It was 814 yesterday, but when she opened her eyes in the morning, she saw that it had increased a little.
I really don’t know if she has more powerful plug-ins or systems or something.
Zhao Na, who had an extremely bad attitude just now, now has a much clearer look in her eyes.
She whispered to Han Ningchu, "Sister, Zhu Mozhen and I have never had any relationship. We are just friends. Please don't misunderstand me, beautiful sister."
"Hey! Zhu Mo, hurry up and explain to her, or I'll really be thrown into the furnace and burned to ashes."
Looking at Han Ningchu with cold eyes, she was walking towards me in high heels.
The crisp sound of footsteps seemed to pierce her heart, causing her to tremble with pain.
Zhao Na stepped back nervously, and finally couldn't hold it anymore and yelled at Zhu Mo: "Hey! You fucking scumbag."
"Don't blame me. It was Zhu Mo who hooked me. I didn't even know he had a girlfriend. Pretty sister, please let me go, okay?"
He begged Han Ningchu in a gentle voice, his voice almost choked with sobs.
Zhao Na has been practicing martial arts with her father Zhao Gong since she was a child, so she naturally understands the meaning of being a saint.
When one reaches a certain level in martial arts practice, one will transform into a saint, with great breakthroughs not only in physical fitness but also in abilities in all aspects.
You should know that there are only a few hundred saints in the entire Yan Kingdom.
Each saint possesses special abilities and a body that cannot be destroyed by modern heavy weapons. If a saint attacks her, who is not even a quasi-saint, it would be a one-sided massacre.
"I really regret not listening to Chu Tian..."
Holding her forehead, Zhao Na felt extremely regretful.
"My father is Lord Zhao!"
Boom...
Han Ningchu threw a punch, the wind from his fist brushed Zhao Na's earlobe, and blood flowed down.
He cleared his throat and slowly looked back.
I saw a big hole blasted out of the wall hundreds of meters away, with rocks flying and dust everywhere.
Such a terrifying power made Zhao Na's heart turn cold and she immediately turned around and ran away.
There is no other way now except running.
The heavy punch came from behind again with a strong whistling sound, and Zhao Na turned around and barely caught it with one palm.
The sound of joints breaking was heard, and then the sound of wrist bones cracking also reached the ears.
However, he was bounced out by an invisible air, and his whole body was shaken back several steps, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
I felt like all my internal organs were displaced and were in great pain.
Zhao Na’s face was pale, and she looked at Han Ningchu walking towards her with despair in her eyes, as if he was the King of Hell judging her.
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