"Grandmaster, I've brought it."

Wang Gui said respectfully to Zhou Ren on the Grand Master's chair.

Zhou Ren didn't say anything, and his turbid eyes that were incompatible with his appearance stared at Meng Yuan.

Meng Yuan had been left behind by Wang Gui and was sitting on the ground, with fishing nets still wrapped around his body. He could only move slightly, and it was very difficult to stand up.

"Grandmaster?" Wang Gui's name for Zhou Ren attracted Meng Yuan's attention.

Normally, shouldn’t we call “master”?

"Foreigners, come to our Zhou Town to cause trouble. You are very brave." Zhou Ren's voice was slightly hoarse and slow, lacking in energy, but full of oppression.

"What about Zhoushu! I want to see Zhoushu!" Meng Yuan struggled.

"Haha, he is not here." Zhou Ren chuckled, "You claim to be his classmate, I don't remember he told me that there are classmates like you."

"You are illegally detaining and kidnapping!" Meng Yuan did not answer Zhou Ren's question at all, "I want to see Zhou Ju!" He just focused on Zhou Ju Ju.

"Hmph!" Zhou Ren was finally a little angry and slapped the small table next to the Taishi chair.

The table was slammed and I didn't know if my hands would hurt.

"A foreigner." Zhou Ren looked at Meng Yuan and said sinisterly, "How do you want to die?"

"It seems that Zhou Shu is not here." Meng Yuan answered the question irrelevantly.

Zhou Ren's eyes suddenly widened, and when he twisted his body, he was about to dodge to the side. His movements were very fast, and he was about to catch up with the slightly mutated servants.

But it was too late.

At such a close distance, how could Meng Yuan, who was prepared, let Zhou Ren escape so easily?

The black rifle port that appeared slightly deflected, accurately sending more than twenty bullets into Zhou Ren's body, without wasting a single one.

Zhou Ren's body was tilted on the Taishi Chair. After a while of twitching, blood kept flowing out and dripping down, quickly dyeing the ground red.

All this happened too suddenly, and Wang Gui behind Meng Yuan never expected this move.

Those servants have searched for Meng Yuan’s “foreign gun”, but they will leave it alone after they are not found. With their wisdom, they will not think too much about things.

If Butler Zhang didn't "dead" there, he might find it strange and remind him one or two.

But when Butler Zhang died, Wang Gui could see that Meng Yuan had no foreign guns on him.

How could they expect Meng Yuan to turn out a "foreign gun" out of thin air?

It’s not that the enemy is too young, but that Meng Yuan’s ability is too cunning. Who could have thought of this?

"ah!"

Wang Gui roared angrily and rushed towards Meng Yuan in the fishing net.

At the same time, Meng Yuan twisted his body and turned the gun, and there were several more gunshots. Wang Gui's body was shocked and there was no sound.

If it was the real gun of this era, Wang Gui's strong man's body should be able to withstand several shots. What kind of macho behavior does "even if I hit all the bullets on me, I can still strangle you to death."

However, Meng Yuan's gun was a modern gun, full of power and never stingy with bullets. Wang Gui died immediately and did not even have any room for struggle.

It is strange that the servants in the hall, who looked like dummies, remained motionless and did not react at all to what happened.

Meng Yuan, who shrank under Wang Gui and used him as a flesh shield, moved his muzzle and began to shoot.

Each person and one bullet were shot and killed.

Confirm that there were no living people except him, Meng Yuan then pushed Wang Gui away, unbuttoned the fishing net, and drilled out from it.

As soon as Meng Yuan came out, he heard a howling sound of wind coming from behind.

He immediately rolled forward and dodged, but was as slow as Zhou Ren just now, and was hit by a strong force behind him.

The whole person flew up in the air, hit the wall behind Zhou Ren, and rolled down again.

Before his vision was completely dark, he saw the beautiful snake looming, opening his bloody mouth towards him.

On the other side, Zhou Shu suddenly opened his eyes and saw the familiar scene, and couldn't help but let out a whine.

He is back!

Return to this cage-like Zhou family.

What about Mr. Meng? How is Mr. Meng?

Zhou Shu got up from the bed and wanted to open the door, but found that the door had been locked from outside. When he opened a gap, he could see a thick iron chain crossing the gap.

He pulled the door hard and made a sound. After venting for a while, Zhou Shu sat in the chair panting and looked at Yitian next to him with desperate eyes.

It's over, everything is over.

I don’t know how long I had been sitting, but Zhou Shu suddenly heard a burst of shouts coming from outside. He stood up suddenly and looked outside through a ray of sky. Unfortunately, he was too secluded here. After watching for a while, he could only hear the sound, and he didn’t even see a ghost.

Zhou Shu sat back on the chair again dejectedly.

After a while, a voice came from outside: "Young Master."

Zhou Shu turned his head and looked over. A middle-aged man stood outside the door, calling his name.

Before Zhou Shu could answer, the man said, "Young Master, I'll let you out now." As he said that, there was a sound, and the chains outside were untied by him.

Zhou Shu stood up in surprise and looked at the open door.

"It's you..." Zhou Shu spoke, the person in front of him was a little familiar, but the name was pressed on his heart, but he couldn't remember it and couldn't call it.

The man showed a difficult smile on his numb and cold face: "Yes, young master, it's me. It's a mess outside now, I'll take you out."

Zhou Shu asked, "What's wrong with it outside?"

"I don't know very well, it seems that a foreigner is making a big fuss." said the middle-aged man.

"Ah, Mr. Meng!" Zhou Shu was both surprised and happy.

"Young Master knows him?" the man asked.

Zhou Shu nodded: "He is my friend, come to save me." He did not say anything like the Time and Space Administration.

"It's very messy outside now. Master, I'll take you away first." The man said.

Zhou Shu had no intention of going to find Meng Yuan, so he nodded and simply followed the man to leave. Leaving Zhou's courtyard first was more important than anything else.

Besides, when he goes to find Meng Yuan, he may become a burden to the other party.

The man was no less familiar with Zhou Dayuan than Zhou Shu. On the way, the two met several servants and servants.

However, the man used extremely clumsy techniques to let those people go directly, which shows that his power is so great that he is also a fierce man who is almost Wang Gui.

Zhou Shu didn't remember that there was such a person in the Zhou family. He felt familiar with the man, but he just couldn't remember it. It seemed that a drop of water condensed under the faucet and was about to fall before it fell, which was very uncomfortable.

He thought hard, but unfortunately, thinking about such things was like constipation, and it was not useful if he tried hard.

The two left the Zhou family through the side door, but did not encounter a beautiful snake. Perhaps they were tripped by Mr. Meng? Zhou Shu thought so.

When he was bypassing the Zhou family's door, he also noticed that a group of people wearing tattered clothes were rushing to the Zhou family.

The two sides were in chaos.

"Administrative Bureau? No, no, Mr. Meng said he had no support." Zhou Shu was puzzled by who these people were, but his pace kept on his feet.

The two of them were shuttled through Zhou Town, and the middle-aged man took Zhou Shu to a relatively secluded place.

"Young Master, it should be safe here." said the middle-aged man.

At this time, Zhoushu has time to carefully look at the person in front of you.

He had a gray-yellow face, wrinkles, a torn felt hat, and only a single dress. His palms were as thick and clumsy as he did before, but they were wide and powerful.

The feeling of being able to slap a cow to death.

The most obvious feature is the collar he wore on his neck, silver-or originally silver, but now it is dirty, and he can only barely see a touch of silver.

Small felt hat, silver collar.

The memory of the real week number and the memory of the real dream of the real week number are combined at this moment.

Like lightning, Zhou Shu couldn't help but say loudly: "It's you! You are Runtu!"

The middle-aged man smiled, with an exaggerated smile: "No, I'm a sir."
Chapter completed!