Villain: I Will Become Stronger By Accepting A Female Apprentice

"No, I just want to know something about it with you."

Lang Zimiu couldn't find a reason to ask Jasmine for a while, so he replied directly.

"Why do you know her? You are south of Huaiyuan, and she is north of Huaiyuan. What? You still want to take her in across Huaiyuan?"

Jasmine didn't know that Lang Zimiu came to the north of Huaiyuan, so Lang Zimiu was a little surprised.

The reason why he decisively accepted the mission was because he had no intention of hiding the fact that he was here.

Because he felt that his position was likely to be controlled by the Assassination Pavilion.

Of course, even if the Assassination Pavilion had no way of controlling his position, he didn't feel that it was a wrong decision for him to take on that mission.

"Hahaha..."

Lang Zimiu didn't tell Jasmine that he came to the north of Huaiyuan, and they started fighting.

So the conversation between the two came to an abrupt end.

"Could it be that the woman didn't report her information to the Assassination Pavilion and didn't share it?"

After finishing the conversation with Jasmine, Lang Zimiu began to think.

Such an idea came into my mind.

Then he gave up his mind again and shook his head. He would know everything when he sneaks into the house as a male model tomorrow.

Thinking about it, Lang Zimiu turned over and pressed Lian Qingqiu, who was lying next to him on the couch, under him.

The refreshing fragrance rushed into Lang Zimiu's nasal cavity, causing him to take a deep sip, and then he leaned his face down and kissed Lian Qingqiu's fair and tender neck.

"Well..."

Feeling his slightly urgent kiss, Lian Qingqiu's cheeks flushed without any struggle.

Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, Lang Zimiu was slaughtered by the hungry wolf.

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North of Huaiyuan, the most central area of ​​Yuanjing, with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, is home to a continuous series of magnificent buildings and mountains.

This is where the leading force north of Huaiyuan, Flood Dragon Villa, takes root.

The entire Flood Dragon Villa covers hundreds of thousands of miles of mountainous area.

Extremely majestic and astonishing.

If you look carefully from above, you can see that the entire Flood Dragon Villa has a long area, just like a Flood Dragon.

In the center, where the Flood Dragon's belly is, a building looks different from other buildings. It is larger and more majestic. A huge bright red orb is printed on the top, which is very eye-catching.

At the same time, the atmosphere in this building was also anxious, as if burning with flames.

I can only see the brilliant atmosphere of the construction inside the building, which is mainly red and supplemented by black.

Looking around, you can see a white-haired old man with a serious face at the very end, wearing a gorgeous Flood Dragon red robe, sitting on a seat engraved with Flood Dragon patterns.

Just by sitting there, he can give people a strong sense of oppression, without being angry or intimidating.

The several people who were half-kneeling in front of him had bitter expressions on their faces and said nothing, as if they were sitting on pins and needles.

Half-kneeling in the center was the middle-aged man who was leading the chase.

"Where's the stuff?"

Finally, a voice came from the silent space. It was the voice of the old man. The voice was deep, deep and majestic.

The sound reached the ears of several people, causing their bodies to tremble and cold sweat to form on their foreheads.

"Sir, sir, the thing... the thing has not been found..."

The middle-aged man buried his head and spoke tremblingly. His voice became quieter as he spoke, and his breathing became faster and more nervous. The sound of his heart beating loudly in the silent space.

After his words fell, except for the sound of his heartbeat, the entire hall fell into a dead silence again, as if the space had frozen.

Several people didn't dare to look up at the old man's face.

After a long time, the old man sprayed out a ball of pure air from his nose.

"Why?"

He only said three words, but the words were obviously more depressing than before.

The middle-aged man swallowed hard, his throat rolled, and he said tremblingly:

"then............."

He told the situation in detail.

"So, I suspect that the person who took over the mission from the Assassination Pavilion took the things away, or it was simply an instruction from the Assassination Pavilion."

As he said that, he seemed to have a little more confidence, and he directly raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the old man's face at this moment was as cold as a pool of underworld.

He was so frightened that his face immediately turned pale and he quickly lowered his head.

Immediately afterwards, the entire hall fell into a dead silence again. The old man remained motionless with a cold face, as if he was weighing the pros and cons and deciding what to do next.

Several half-kneeling middle-aged men were waiting on pins and needles.

After a long time, the cold expression on the old man's face dissipated slightly, he took out a deep breath, looked at the people in front of him, and said softly:

"It's not your fault."

Several people were relieved when they heard this, and they all showed happy expressions.

But as soon as the old man said the second half of his sentence, their expressions froze again, their eyes widened, and their pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole.

"But you still have to take responsibility."

As the second half of the old man's indifferent and old words came out, several people lost their vitality and fell forward.

Then the old man frowned, stood up and walked out of the hall.

After he left, several men wearing black masks came out of the darkness and disposed of the bodies.

............

Gradually, it gets darker, the silver moon hangs high, and darkness falls.

Inside the Huangjing Inn.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Lang Zimiu said softly, holding Lian Qingqiu's soft and boneless waist with both hands, lifting her up and putting her aside.

"Hmm~~~"

Lian Qingqiu hummed at him coquettishly and hugged his waist, not wanting to let him go.

"Snapped!"

Lang Zimiu slapped her hard.

"ah!"

Lian Qingqiu screamed, her cheeks flushed with shame, and her whole body felt numb.

Immediately after Lang Zimiu finished changing, he walked to the other side in front of Cang Yunyi, who was sitting in a chair and looked obedient. He put his hand on her head, stroked it gently, and said softly:

"I'll be back soon."

Hearing this, Cang Yunyi didn't show the slightest emotion, she slightly raised her pretty face and looked at him with a submissive expression.

"Yes, sir."

Then Lang Zimiu turned around and left.

His words were naturally a warning to Cang Yunyi.

Cang Yunyi naturally knew what he meant.

After Lang Zimiu left, Lian Qingqiu squatted on the couch.

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