Demon King Lingzhihuang is the best in the world

Chapter 418 Kidnapping Rou'er
Zhao Erdong handed over all of the Zhao family's property to Xiaolan, believing that Xiaolan has enough ability to guarantee the future of the Zhao family until the birth of the next sect master.

It seems that everything is ready, they only need to pick a day, and they can go back to the Eastern Region, the Eastern Region with their countless memories.

On this day, they went to the department store to scan the goods. Yue Wuqing bought a lot of things that were not available in the Eastern Territory, and stuffed them all into Erdong's holy ring. He has been used to these things for several years, and he couldn't just do it so suddenly throw it away.

Yue Wuqing never thought that even if he didn't wear a mask, passers-by didn't take a second look at him because of his demonic marks all over his face, they just thought he was a performance artist and painted oil paintings on his face for nothing.

While the two were discussing about going back, Xiaolan suddenly rushed over in a hurry, saying that Zhao Rou was missing.

It's so good, why did it suddenly disappear?
Zhao Rou's net worth is billions, plus there is Xiaolan, the new head of the Zhao family, as the backing, and there are a large number of bodyguards when she goes out. Most people have no time to hide when they see her, so how could they provoke her?
Besides, under the protection of a large number of bodyguards, it is impossible for her to disappear out of thin air?

Zhao Erdong and Yue Wuqing looked at each other with an answer in their eyes.

There is only one possibility, the other party is not an ordinary person, it is very likely that they are cultivators just like them.

How could Zhao Rou provoke practitioners at such a young age?Could it be that the other party came after her and Xiaolan?

Little Lazy was running around in a hurry, talking about what to do, what to do, she was still so young, if she was abused, would she be able to bear it?

Zhao Erdong comforted Xiaolan's emotions, Yue Wuqing was relatively calm, he told Xiaolan to quickly find Zhao Rou's personal items, so that he could perform Wuji tracking.

Xiaolan slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "Yes, with your infinite tracking technique, no matter the sky or the earth, you can definitely find Rou'er, so I'll go and get it."

Xiaolan finds Zhao Rou's underclothes, Yue Wuqing tore off the clothes and throws them into the eyes of the pattern pattern, but there is only darkness.

"This thing is not good, it has been washed, and it has long lost her smell." Yue Wuqing said still.

Xiaolan looked frustrated, "What to do, all the clothes at home have been washed."

Zhao Erdong thought for a while and said, "Go to her room again and look for any hair that fell on the floor. The hair must be useful."

Yue Wuqing nodded, signaling Xiaolan to go find it quickly, he had to re-draw the pattern.

Xiaolan ran into Zhaorou's room again, the room had just been cleaned, the floor was so clean that he could look in the mirror, and he, who was obsessed with cleanliness, suddenly began to loathe the word "clean".

After searching for a long time, he finally found a thin hair on Zhao Rou's bed.

"Just one, okay?" He rushed to Yue Wuqing and asked.

Yue Wuqing pointed to the pattern that had just been engraved, and asked him to throw his hair into the eye of the pattern.

This time, the image displayed by the pattern was actually Xiaolan's.

Zhao Erdong stared at Xiaolan and said, "Don't tell me that you slept with Zhao Er last night."

Xiaolan's face turned red, and she twitched, "She said she was afraid and wouldn't let me go..."

Zhao Erdong wanted to preach, but was stopped by Yue Wuqing, "Don't talk about this, go find another one."

For the third time, I finally found a small piece of hair on Zhao Rou's hairbrush.

The image of Wuji Tracking Technique showed Zhao Rou's situation. She was locked in a small black room with a look of fear on her face. A man, a man who could only see his back, seemed to be forcing her to say something.

(End of this chapter)