Mo Jieyu, the number one widow in Yanjing, nicknamed Poison Widow, has a black heart and a black hand, and it means that people are not black.

At the last banquet held by Qin Tianfang, Tang Long met with Concubine Mo.

It's a pity that the quarrel was not very pleasant.

Tang Long always felt that it was not that simple for Mo Jieyu's invitation.

If it was just about business, there was no need for Concubine Mo to propose it, and she must let Tang Long be the one who accompanied her.

Tang Long would not naively think that Concubine Mo was attracted by his beauty.

Early the next morning, Tang Long, who was still sleeping, was loudly heard by the Vajra Buddha's practice.

drink!

drink!

drink!

Every time the Vajra Buddha punches, he will shout at the top of his throat.

When he opened the window, Tang Long yelled and said, "Hey, hey, hey, bald donkey, can you not scream so hard? If you don't sleep, others will have to sleep?"

"Hmph, stinky brat, you sleep so many women alone, can your waist stand it?" Vajra Buddha said angrily with a slight face.

Ahem.

Tang Long cleared his throat, his old face turned red and said, "Don't talk nonsense, they are all my friends."

"Hmph, this woman really has no aesthetic view now."

Vajra Buddha put on several bodybuilding styles and said angrily: "I miss my Buddha, I have a fat body and a well-proportioned body shape, and I am a hundred times more handsome than you, Tang Long, but why don't I have such a beautiful friend?"

"Damn bald donkey, you should go find a nun. Bald donkey matches a nun, it's perfect!" Tang Long said jokingly.

Crack!

Suddenly, the Vajra Buddha punched him and saw that the wooden stake in the front yard of the villa was directly knocked away for more than ten meters, and finally broke into pieces.

hiss.

Seeing this, Tang Long couldn't help but take a breath. This bald donkey was really interesting. After a long time of trouble, it turned out that he was unbalanced.

It seems that this bald donkey has not seen through the world yet.

After taking the vein of the fallen angel, Tang Long smiled and said, "Senior sister, after drinking the herbs a few more times, your injuries will be healed."

"Thank you...thank you." The fallen angel leaned against the head of the bed, blushing.

Tang Long smiled and said, "Senior Sister, why are you polite to me?"

"By the way, Tang Long, I just received the news that Gong Baocheng, one of the Thirteen Round Table Knights, is likely to arrive in Yanjing in the near future." After a pause, the fallen angel said with a serious face.

Knock.

Tang Long's heart trembled and said, "Kong Baocheng?"

"Well, as far as I know, Gong Baocheng is likely to come to Yanjing to find Mu Yinqiao." The fallen angel paused.

Tang Long said with a suspicion: "Who is Mu Yinqiao?"

"Mu Yinqiao, the third-rank guard with swords in front of the imperial court, is Gong Baocheng's senior brother, proficient in various sword techniques and has a deep cunning life. I heard that he lives in seclusion in the depths of Yanshan Mountain and ranks ninth in the dragon list, and has a close relationship with *. I heard that this person, in addition to his superb swordsmanship, is also a saint of alchemy medicine. I believe that Gong Baocheng should have come to Mu Yinqiao to heal him." The fallen angel said slowly.

Like Gong Baocheng, Mu Yinqiao is also a sword-bearing guard in front of the imperial court, but he is a third-grade sword-bearing guard.

But * is a first-class expert.

In terms of level, * is much higher than Mu Yinqiao.

In short, Mu Yinqiao is also a subordinate of *.

hiss.

Thinking of this, Tang Long couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

If Gong Baocheng knew, Tang Long was the son of the Admiral of the Nine Gates.

With Gong Baocheng's style of conduct, he will definitely attack Tang Long.

You know, Gong Baocheng is a martial arts master, and he is definitely not comparable to Lu Longhu.

If Gong Baocheng takes action, Tang Long's strength at this time will not be his opponent at all.

Maybe, I can't even hold on to three moves!

After leaving the bedroom of the fallen angel, Tang Long secretly ordered Violet to pay attention to Gong Baocheng's whereabouts.

For some reason, Tang Long always felt a bad feeling in his heart.

Perhaps, this Gong Baocheng came for him.

You know, Gong Baocheng was almost beaten to death by the Admiral of the Nine Gates.

How could Gong Baocheng, as the master of martial arts, be able to withstand such a deep hatred?!

Seeing that the time was almost over, Tang Long drove the George Patton and drove Xia Bingyao straight to the agreed place.

Yanjing, Qingcheng Club.

When I arrived at the door of Qingcheng Club, I saw Concubine Mo and his men waiting at the door.

What's different from last time is that Mo Jieyu wore a white dress, which looked elegant and luxurious, and did not look like a cruel and ruthless poisonous widow, but was a little pure.

Seeing Tang Long looking over straight, Concubine Mo blushed and then reached out and smiled, "Hello, Mr. Xia."

"Hehe, Dong Mo, I'm very happy to see you." Xia Bingyao said with a smile.

Concubine Mo reached out and signaled: "Mr. Xia, please come inside."

"Hehe, Mr. Mo, why didn't you bring the four masters here today?" Tang Long looked around and said with a whistle.

Concubine Mo was furious for a moment and said with an angry face, "I'll give up."

"Terr?"

Tang Long was stunned and then grinned and said, "Well, Dong Mo, are there bodyguards around him? What do you think of me?"

"you?"

Concubine Mo raised her eyebrows slightly and said coldly: "No."

"How do you know I can't do it?" Tang Long said with an unhappy look on his face.

KAKA.

Concubine Mo gritted her teeth and said, "Because you are too lustful."

"Hey, hey, Concubine Mo Jie, anyone can say that I, Tang Long, are lustful, but you can't." Tang Long said dissatisfiedly.

Concubine Mo angrily smiled and said, "Why can't I do it?"

"Tsk, you, a person who has been married a hundred and eighty times, actually said that I am lustful. Don't you think it's ridiculous?" Tang Long said with a light sniff, and said with disdain.

puff.

Concubine Mo was so angry that she spit out an old blood. After glaring at Tang Long, she turned around and entered the club.

Rogue!

Stinky rogue!

Concubine Mo has seen countless people, but Tang Long is the most rogue person she has ever seen.

Fortunately, Xia Bingyao is the person who is talking about business with Mo Jieyu.

Mo Jieyu has also been interested in Fengli Group's cosmetics series for a long time.

Especially Fengli Group's facial masks have excellent sales. If you can get Fengli Group's export agent, it will definitely be a sure profit for Huangtu Group.

After talking to Xia Bingyao for half an hour, Mo Jieyu asked someone to draft a contract, while Xia Bingyao went to the bathroom on an excuse.

"Tang Long, I heard that you are very familiar with the living Hell King Song De?" After Xia Bingyao left, Concubine Mo lowered her voice and said.

Tang Long gnawed the chicken legs and said, "It's okay, what's wrong?"

"I advise you to stay away from him!" Concubine Mo turned her wine glass and said with some meaning.

Tang Long said with confusion: "Why?"

"You shouldn't know some things." Mo Jieyu shook the red wine glass in her hand and smiled strangely.

For some reason, Tang Long always felt that there was something in this Concubine Mo. Could it be that she wanted to attack the living Hell King Song De?!

boom!

boom!

boom!

At this moment, an extended Lincoln drove over, followed by five black horses.

"It turned out to be the car of the Huangfu family?" Looking at Lincoln parked at the door of the club, Concubine Mo said with a suspicion.

Clang.

When the car door opened, an old man in a golden short shirt, who was wearing a golden short shirt, slowly got out of the car with a dragon-head crutch made of pure gold, followed by two rows of bodyguards in black.

"Catch the living!" the old man said with a cold face and murderous look on his face.
Chapter completed!