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Chapter three hundred and eighty fifth greasy voice

"Not Wu Mian," Xiao Rensan was stunned for a moment. He did not listen to Ji Lao's words. The poster and they had been together for hundreds of years. How could he be able to throw away this from his words now? No matter how he looked like a fake Wu Mian, he was still more careful. It kept the speed of the white-haired man and retreated. He said, "Have you found the two brothers of the old immortal? It's not our ginseng to say that he is not like a brother, either."

After a white-haired man glanced at Ji Lao who was running farther and farther away, he said to Xiao Rensan: "There is only an inland river inside, and the two of them were not found..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Rensan's body sank and had already crawled into the ground. The moment the little guy sank into the ground, he cursed: "Bah, they are your ancestors." When the last word came out, Xiao Rensan's body had disappeared from the ground.

Seeing Xiao Rensan escape by using the method of earth escape, the white-haired man was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that something was wrong: "The two old people are not brothers... I'm careless, the poster, where are you going?"

While speaking, the white-haired man turned around and walked towards Ji Lao's position. However, just as he was calling the poster, Ji Lao's body suddenly shook. This man didn't even understand the relationship between Gui Bugui and Bai Wuqiu. How could he know his identity? Looking back on the fact that after he came down just now, neither Wu Mian nor Xiao Rensan had called the poster. So how did Wu Mian know this fake?

At that moment, Ji Lao stopped and turned around to look at the white-haired man walking towards him slowly. When the man spoke to him just now, it was no longer Wu Mian's accent. Ji Lao seemed to have heard this sound somewhere, but it was too long, and even the poster couldn't remember where he had heard it.

Looking at Ji Lao's suspicious look, the white-haired man laughed strangely, and then continued, "Did you really forget me? Who said that I became the person in charge of the Ninth Floor of Wentianlou? Haven't I remembered me yet..."

"You are...Nu Ping," Ji Lao realized who he was, but after knowing who he was, the surprise on the owner's face became even more intense. Ji Lao began to slowly retreat again, and Bian Geng said: "You were missing when Qin destroyed the six kingdoms. Have you been here for so many years?"

"Go and ask your baby disciple Zhang Song, what he has done," he heard this, and the white-haired man suddenly roared. With his roar, Wu Mian's appearance turned into a man in his forties. His snow-white hair also turned black. Perhaps because of hesitation that he did not see the sun for many years, the skin on this man was extremely pale. Even a person like Ji Lao would get goosebumps all over his body when he saw it.

Looking at Ji Lao's face in horror, the man named Tu Ping burst into laughter again, and then continued, "When I saw you come down just now, it seemed like I had lost my magic. It turned out to be true... Since that's the case, you can stay and accompany me as your company..."

"It was Zhang Song who designed you to stay, right?" At this time, Ji Lao had returned to normal. After taking a deep breath, he continued, "But the relationship between you two was not harmonious at that time. How did you get plotted against him? Isn't you at all wary of you?"

"Yes, do you have to be wary of it?" At this time, a familiar and mean voice sounded, and then the white-haired Wu Mian instantly appeared behind Tu Ping. A person suddenly appeared behind him. Tu Ping was also extremely frightened. He didn't dare to look back, but said to the white-haired man behind him: "You are not already trapped in the formation, so how can you come out..."

Staring at the back of the man's head, he said impatiently: "I just pretended that you had been wary of..."

When the word came out, Wu Mian raised the glutton in his hand and slashed it against Ziping's back. Ziping had already made a move of running forward. Unfortunately, while this action was done, it was already cut in half by a knife with a slanted shoulder.

Seeing that one canvas turned into two in an instant, Ji Lao felt a little unbearable. After sighing, he said to Wu Mian: "This person is the person in charge of the ninth floor of Tianlou. He has been missing for hundreds of years. He had always thought he was dead. He would never have met him here, Zhang Song...what did he do,"

Wu Mian just glanced at the owner and didn't want to pay attention to him. When Ji Lao was talking, the white-haired man put away the Ganlang, then stomped his feet on the ground, and said, "Come out,"

As soon as Wu Mian finished speaking, he saw Xiao Rensan's head suddenly appearing five or six feet away. Most of the little guy's body was still underground. He supported the ground with his hands and said, "We ginseng know that we can't trap you. By the way, do you see the two brothers Gui Bugui in front? They won't..."

"Brothers..." Wu Mian rolled Xiao Rensan with his unique look, and then said, "You are talking about the next life of their two. Brothers, you are talking about Bai Wuqiu,"

After hearing this, Xiao Rensan got out of the ground. The little guy was sure that this was Wu Mian himself. Most people really couldn't learn his mean tone. After the little guy jumped to Wu Mian, he said, "It took so long to come out, what have you encountered like this?"

"I've met nothing." Wu Mian turned around and looked at the location he had just been to. After pausing, he pulled Xiao Rensan to another location. Although he hadn't encountered anything, he calculated that Wu Mian should have been trapped by some formation. However, this white-haired man was thin-skinned and did not admit it.

After changing directions, Little Rensan stopped leaving. The little guy shouted as he walked: "Immortal... Big nephew... You two have something to do or not. If you are fine, just say something... Our ginseng knows that you are not dead 90%... Old immortal... Our ginseng's big nephew... You two have something to do or not..."

No matter how Xiao Rensan shouted, he never received any response. The space here was too big. After walking for a while, he didn't reach the end. Xiao Rensan began to suspect that the villa was empty, and that it could lead to Yecheng directly from here.

At this time, seeing that Wu Mian did not make things difficult for him, Ji Lao also came over and said to Wu Mian: "According to my understanding of Zhang Song, there should be a passage here that goes down. There were four people missing from Wentianlou and Tu Ping, and there were four and six people in charge of the building. They also disappeared together. At that time, they thought they had been wiped out by Xu Fu. Now it seems that they can't escape from the left and right and left and right, they are imprisoned by Zhang Song here,"

"You only saw through what happened hundreds of years ago..." While speaking, Wu Mian finally looked back at Ji Lao, and then said in his unique mocking tone: "Guess... will I believe it? Hundreds of years... Bai Wuqiu has reacted."

"I'm still saying that, I underestimate that child Zhang Song too much," Ji Lao smiled bitterly and continued: "Now, when I think about it, Zhang Song has made every step of the game without any leakage. If you hadn't insisted on coming down today, I might have come to worship him every year, but I didn't know that Zhang Song might be at his feet..."

"No need to say anything more, Ji Lao, I'm not the first day I know you," Wu Mian sneered and continued, "I would rather believe that the one who hides inside is another you. No matter how amazing Zhang Song's mind is, you have taught it..."

"Okay," Before Wu Mian finished speaking, a greasy sound suddenly came from the air. The sound seemed to be from the mouth of a fat man who had just finished eating lard. Then, another burst of laughter rang out. The fat voice continued: "Didn't it be that I, Master, you said you have visited my grave for so many years, and you really miss me? What are you doing? You know what you are doing. In view of the fact that you have taught Master for a few years, you will go back wherever you come from, otherwise I will not be able to hold the fire in a while, and I will feel embarrassed to hurt you again."
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