Although Zhuo Bufan had reached the peak of Qi Refinement Stage, it was nothing compared to the Tribulation Stage, where she could tear open the void and teleport hundreds of millions of miles in an instant, or shrink the ground to an inch, and traverse thousands of miles in one step.
However, using True Qi to her legs, it was not a problem for her to fly on the grass.
In the suburbs, in a two-story bungalow.
Three men in black were sitting in the living room playing Landlord to kill time. Suddenly, they heard someone knocking on the door. The three of them put down the cards in their hands at the same time, and their faces showed vigilance.
"Who are you looking for?" A man in black opened the door and frowned.
There was a young man standing outside the door. He looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a set of Adidas Shamrock sportswear, and his fine hair was blown by the night wind. "I'm looking for Lian Shijian. I'm her classmate."
The bodyguard frowned and was about to send him away when Lian Lian suddenly stood up and frowned, "Let him in."
Zhuo Bufan walked into the living room and glanced around. He did not see Lian Shijian, but he saw Lian Lian sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, holding a glass of red Bordeaux wine, and her aura was extremely oppressive.
"Zhuo Bufan? Why are you here? "Lian Lian's face was cold, as if she was surprised that he could find his way here.
Zhuo Bufan said indifferently, "I'm looking for Shijian. Why did you bring her here?"
"This is the Lian family's business. It's none of your business. You're a third-year high school student, and you should just study hard. Hurry up and leave." Lian Lian took a sip of red wine, as if she was sending away an insignificant person.
Zhuo Bufan frowned, "But Shijian is my friend, and also my servant. Don't you want to give me a reason for taking my people?"
"Servant?" Lian Lian slammed the glass of wine on the coffee table, and a few drops of wine splashed on the coffee table. She said angrily, "You actually treated Shijian as your servant? Ridiculous, who do you think you are? "
"She became my servant because she has cultivated for several lifetimes." Zhuo Bufan said indifferently.
Lian Lian was so angry that she almost wanted to throw the wine cup in her hand at his face. His tone was too arrogant. She gritted her teeth and said, "What did you say? My family's sword servant was even convinced by her being your servant. Aren't you afraid of hurting your tongue when you're boasting? Do you think I haven't investigated you?"
"You grew up without parents and lived with your mother in Jinling. Your mother is just an ordinary servant. Do you think Shijian is like you? She's the princess of the Lian family? "Lian Lian said angrily.
The more he heard her say that, the more confused Zhuo Bufan became.
This didn't seem like a kidnapping at all.
"If Shi Jian is your cheap princess, then why does she have to work part-time to support her family? Lian pinched the wine and frowed, and said, and Lian Lian Lian of Fan's Shijian.
Lian Lian pinched the wine glass and frowned. "None of this has anything to do with you. Leave now."
The three bodyguards standing beside Lian Lian suddenly stood up at this time. Their eyes were filled with cold light as they stared at him like wolves and tigers.
Zhuo Bufan shook his head helplessly. "You are Shijian's aunt. I just want to know why you kidnapped her. I really don't want to solve the problem with violence."
"Yo, if you think you have the right to attack me, I, Zhang Bao, don't mind playing with you." The man in black standing in the middle clenched his fist and looked at Zhuo Bufan mockingly.
In front of him, a little high school student was like a toddler who was just learning how to speak.
"Zhuo Bufan, hurry up and leave. I don't want anyone to attack you." Lian Lian said with a cold face.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the whole living room became quiet.
Lian Lian signaled a black-clothed man with her eyes. He walked over and opened the door, only to see a man in a white trench coat standing outside. He had very long hair that almost covered half of his face, making it impossible to see his appearance.
"Brothers, my lighter can't light up. Can I get one?" The long-haired man outside the door raised his head, revealing a pale, sickly face. He tried to light the silver Zippo lighter in his hand, but it didn't light up.
"We don't have a fire. If you need one, find someone else," one of the men in black said and tried to close the door.
But the man blocked the door with one hand. No matter how hard he tried, the door wouldn't close.
Lian Lian frowned. "You don't have any oil in your lighter, right? How can you light it without oil?"
"Hehe, so you don't have any oil. Then give me the oil." The man in white raised his head, and his expression was malicious.
"Who are you?"
The pale-faced young man suddenly moved, and a sharp knife appeared in his hand. He directly inserted it into the arm of the man who asked the question, and pulled hard. The clothes were torn, and the whole arm was dripping with blood. Even the white bones inside could be seen.
"I wonder if you've heard of the white-faced gentleman?" The white-faced man held the knife that was stained with blood, and licked it on the tip of his tongue. He looked very perverted.
The injured man in black held his arm, and the pain made him sweat. When they heard him say his name, the faces of the three people turned ugly.
"The one who claims to be from Zhongzhou. I don't want to kill people, don't force me!" The white-faced man's face was gloomy, and he licked the blood on the knife, revealing a perverted smile.
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