This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

The crowd looked around and saw a head with a captain's helmet sticking out of the helicopter.

In the words of the woman, the black man in the m language spoke to Ling Tian with shocked eyes, and soon he laughed: "Yes, he, if those flies dare to act lightly, Lao Tzu shot them Handsome, haha"

"No, I want him."

Fu Siyu, who had not spoken for a long time, gave a light glance at the black man, and pointed his finger in the direction of Ye Xuanchen.

The black man was shocked: "What is this kid's identity?"

Could it be that the status is higher than this young handsome? Isn't that just

For a while, the black man's gaze became different when he saw Ye Xuanchen.

"Uh, the sole heir of the Yeshi Group, eh"

The woman's voice came again from the helicopter.

Heir to a group?

The black man stayed for a while, then his eyes were cold, and he said with a deep voice: "No, this kind of worthless person, what do you want him to do!"

Ye Xuanchen was black, brother, I advise you to be careful! ! ! ! !

Although he can't speak m language, he can understand the meaning of this person through the fluctuation of his mind, so Ye Xuanchen's face is a bit ugly.

"Just him, with us, Ling Shaoshuai will not act rashly." Fu Siyu smiled and looked at Ling Tian.

"Huh?" The black man raised his eyebrows, revealing his thoughts.

There was not much change in the expression on Ling Tian's face. He just said lightly: "As he said, Ye Xuanchen has no value. Are you sure you don't want an imperial marshal to be a hostage and want a rich kid?"

This successfully made the black man suspicious, and he frowned: "Or take this young handsome, in case this kid is really worthless?"

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Fu Siyu insisted: "Just him."

The black man was hesitant, after all, it was their life and death.

"Hey! When are you going to grind!"

At this moment, Ye Xuanchen's impatient voice sounded, and immediately attracted everyone to look at him, especially the man in black who speaks Mandarin.

"Little rubbish, see what to see." Ye Xuanchen's head angled, his face mocking and arrogant.

These words successfully attracted the sneering eyes of the people across from him. The black man in m language sneered and pointed at Ye Xuanchen: "Okay, this kid."

Ling Tian's eyes flashed slightly, and he was about to speak, but Ye Xuanchen said first: "Make me a cup of tea, and wait for me to come back to drink." Then, he blinked at Ling Tian, ​​his expression was very relaxed.

Ling Tian was stunned, somewhat doubting that he had heard it wrong.

Ye Xuanchen's voice rang in his head again, repeating the sentence just now: [Trust me. ]

Looking at Ye Xuanchen's smiling face, he clearly didn't open his mouth, but the voice came into his mind. Ling Tian's eyes grew deeper, but he didn't show anything strange, but just nodded.

Ye Xuanchen was pointed at the gun and escorted to the helicopter. The man in black who spoke Mandarin Chinese threw a remote control with a slap to Bai Guanqing.

After making a phone call to Chu Junyan and confirming that the timer on the bomb had stopped, Bai Wanqing raised his hand to the row of special forces behind him: "Let them go."

"Click!"

The uniform closing of the gun sounded.

"Boom"

The propeller of the helicopter turned, and the vegetation around the top of the mountain was biased by the strong wind.

Soon, the helicopter took off, and then went away.