Super bodyguard of female CEO

When Zhao Chengfeng stepped on the eighth floor, the little old man and Vera Dawa had already arrived. It seems that the two are not so smooth, the forehead has seen sweat beads.

"See you again." Veradowa smiles at Zhao Chengfeng. It's a kind smile and respect for the strong. Of course, villadowa is also glad that Zhao Chengfeng did not join hands with shaman.

Zhao Chengfeng enough to impact the strength of the eighth layer, if combined with shaman, Vera will be defeated.

"You are better!"

Zhao Chengfeng gave them a thumbs up, looked at the passage, and asked, "the dead demon didn't make a breakthrough?"

"Boy, you want to die, don't you?" However, without waiting for the little old man to respond to villadowa, the passageway door opened, and it was a red haired shaman.

The shaman stares at Zhao Chengfeng angrily, and is obviously very upset. It's not only because Zhao Chengfeng and veradowa have gone together, but also because Zhao Chengfeng actually ran in front of himself. That is to say, his strength is not strong.

As if among the four, it must be the weakest.

"Well." Zhao Chengfeng smiles awkwardly, and doesn't care about shaman.

It's not that Zhao Chengfeng is afraid of shamans, but he just doesn't want to provoke more right and wrong. To say the least, even if Zhao Chengfeng can destroy shamans, he will lose a lot of strength. At present, there are two most difficult and crucial levels left. How can Zhao Chengfeng be angry with others at this point?

Moreover, with a dead demon set gas, Zhao Chengfeng feel no face.

"Shaman, is the seventh level very difficult? How can you come up now?" Vera finally seized the opportunity, a strong irony: "you are not very good? Why did you fall behind? "

"I'd like to stay down here a little longer. What does it have to do with you?" When shaman heard this, he was even more depressed and paralyzed. Is this the rhythm of two bullies?

"Ha ha, if you can't attack for a long time, you'll give up. Why don't you stay at the first floor if you want to stay at the bottom?" Veradowa said sarcastically that shaman can really put gold on his face.

When I came out, I was out of breath, obviously I could feel the unsteady breath, but I pretended to be like a son of a bitch. What was that? There's nothing to be ashamed of if you're not as good as a person, but it's sad if you don't admit it if you're not as good as a person.

"Well, I'll be where I want to be. It's none of your business." Shaman was stabbed in the pain, in the heart of villadowa's hatred and rich a bit, at the same time, Zhao Chengfeng to hate.

At the beginning, the shaman thought about whether he could stir them up. When they did not agree with each other, they had a big fight, and then they took advantage of each other. Unexpectedly, they were scolded one after another.

"It's you, aren't you very good? Why don't you break in? Are you worried that this time it will be the same as the last time, and you will still be unable to break through the eighth floor? " Shaman retorted, and now he is not afraid of villa.

Rush to this time, as long as it is not a fool, will not casually hand with people desperately. Because, if you break through the eighth level, it is not only the embodiment of strength, but also the favor of the mercenary Union.

Everyone wants to get more benefits. Naturally, they won't do it easily, and they have already reached the eighth level. Once the eighth level is over, they are the guests of the mercenary Union.

"I'm really worried, but I also know how much I have. I can't force this kind of thing. It's best to break through nature. If I can't break through, I'd better. Anyway, the heita mercenary regiment is the first. What can I worry about?" Veradowa shrugged and looked like I didn't care.

"You

The Shaman's nose almost tilted when he heard this. Is it not clear that veradowa's words are ironic that his mercenary regiment is always the second of the millennium?

"Hum!"

The Shaman is not a vegetarian either. He takes a look at Zhao Chengfeng beside him. A flash of light flashed in his mind and hums coldly: "is the so-called first mercenary regiment indifferent to seeing his own people destroyed? Oh no, it's not indifference, it's smiling to the man who killed his brother. Tut, tut, that's a coward. "

Hearing the speech, Zhao Chengfeng raised his eyebrows and said that the shaman was vicious enough. This remark went straight into Vera Dowa's heart and could be said to be a professional face slapper. Zhao Chengfeng can't help but look forward to the answer from villadowa.

"Ha ha, you are talking about Mr. Zhao Chengfeng." Veradowa hated him, but said quietly, "I don't know Mr. Zhao either. As for the Shahai mercenary regiment you mentioned, I don't think you know it very well. We are just business contacts. We can't be called any friends."

"Well, now that people are dead, of course you are right about everything." The shaman snorted. Depressed about the failure of his scheme.

"Believe it or not, it's your business." Vera does not want to talk nonsense with shaman, said: "I think you can successfully break through the seventh level is good, but I want to impact the eighth level, bye."

With that, veradowa sneered and turned into the room.

When villadowa enters one of the rooms, there will be only one room left on the eighth floor, and the remaining three people are obviously not enough. Zhao Chengfeng pondered for a while and decided to go first. After all, the little old man was very powerful. If he succeeded in breaking through the pass, Zhao Chengfeng would have to wait until the next day to continue to break through the pass, and the guards also needed a rest.

If the guards are on the fifth or sixth floor, the mercenary union can change people at any time, but it's not so easy to be on the seventh or eighth floor. The guards must have enough rest time to continue guarding the checkpoint.

"It's almost time to have a rest. I've broken through the barrier, too. Let's talk slowly." Said, Zhao Chengfeng ready to enter another room.

The little old man didn't respond and didn't argue with Zhao Chengfeng. The shaman didn't say anything on his mouth. He expected to see Zhao Chengfeng's back, and his eyes were full of resentment.

Son of a bitch, how can you be in a good mood when you lose your face and your plot is destroyed again and again?

"Go to hell!"

Suddenly, the shaman moved and patted Zhao Chengfeng's back with a hand as thin as a woman's.

"Be careful!"

The little old man's eyes flashed, strode forward, and shot out from a distance.

"Damn it

How can Zhao Chengfeng not detect the strong wind on his back? The backhand is a stab.

This sword, Zhao Chengfeng's angry hand, has great power, tricky angle and great momentum. It stabs the Shaman's wrist.

"Boom!"

The shaman was also startled. He didn't expect that the little old man would help. Moreover, Zhao Chengfeng himself was so fast that he ran away from Zhao Chengfeng's Xuanyuan sword, but he didn't escape the little old man's fist.

The punch hit the chest, almost without a breath.