Chapter 72 Asking Fang Qingqing
"Very good." Lang Zimiu chuckled with satisfaction, "Then the first question, tell me what kind of force is here?"
After saying this, he took a deep breath and restrained his impulse at the moment.
"This is the Assassination Pavilion, a force hidden in the darkness. The main method of operation is to collect rewards."
Fang Qingqing lowered her head and murmured shyly. Suddenly, she seemed to be shocked by something.
"ah!"
She screamed, her beautiful eyes widened in surprise, and she raised her head to look at Lang Zimiu with a shocked face. Then her delicate body started to tremble, and she bit her lower lip lightly, looking like she was about to cry from fear. .
The whole delicate body froze, her torso was straightened, and her pink fist was slightly pulled.
"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid~"
Lang Zimiu gently patted her buttocks. At this time, the two of them were in a position where Fang Qingqing was straddling his lap. His pat made Fang Qingqing scream again in surprise.
Then my eyes welled up with tears, and I was about to cry out of fear.
What kind of monster is this?
Fear.
"Don't be afraid. The calmer you are, the less likely he will hurt you. Do you understand?"
"The less calm you are and the more you cry, the more excited he becomes and the more he likes to eat up girls like you who like to cry."
"Do you understand what I mean?"
Lang Zimiu said with a serious face, motioning her to stop making strange noises.
Otherwise, I might really have to...
"Um..."
Hearing this, Fang Qingqing's face instantly turned pale, and she was filled with fear. She was forced to hum, and then tried her best to restrain the fear in her heart at the moment and stop herself from moving.
If you are eaten by such a big monster... you will die...
Her face turned pale, she held back the tears in her eyes, and continued to choke up:
"The Assassination Pavilion's forces are spread throughout Fanzhou,"
"Is there also a place north of Huaiyuan?" Lang Zimiu asked slightly surprised.
"Um."
The overall strength of the south of Huaiyuan is much weaker than that of the north of Huaiyuan. Because of Huaiyuan, few forces from the north come to the south of Huaiyuan.
It seems that the Assassination Pavilion is spread quite widely, and its business is quite large.
"continue."
Lang Zimiu put his hands on Fang Qingqing's strong waist and looked at her pale and ashamed face.
"The levels of Assassination Pavilion personnel are divided into four levels: gold, silver, bronze, and iron."
"The minimum standard for iron level is the fifth level of Spiritual Mortal Realm, the minimum standard for bronze level is the fifth level of Spiritual Lord Realm, and so on."
"That means this force has more than one strong man above the fifth level of the Spirit King Realm, right?"
Lang Zimiu was amazed and very interested in this force.
"Hmm... I guess so... I'm not too sure. I was born in the south of Huaiyuan since I was a child. The largest stronghold I know is this stronghold."
"That man is the branch master here, fifth level Venerable Realm spirit, silver level killer."
"That's all I know..."
Fang Qingqing bit her lower lip lightly after finishing her words, and her face became even more shy.
"I told you not to move, just take a look, it's okay now."
Lang Zimiu absorbed everything she said into his mind and whispered in her ear.
"I don't..."
Fang Qingqing was angry in her heart and secretly scolded him for being shameless. She obviously didn't move. It was obvious that he was...a pervert.
"So that greasy middle-aged man wants to abuse his power and make... hidden... rules against you?"
"Fortunately, I met a gentleman like me, tsk tsk tsk~"
"Doesn't it stand to reason that the woman should not commit herself to him in this situation?"
"Why don't you pledge yourself to me?"
Lang Zimiu got a little angry and moved his hands down to her perky butt cheeks.