The real daughter, she went crazy in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 161 Sorry Young Master

While speaking, Chang Lize sent a message talisman to Xingshangtang, and immediately confirmed his speculation: "The General Affairs Hall just took Mo Hongling's younger sister to the Star Academy, and his sister doesn't know anything yet."

Fu Chenyin frowned: "Who could that be?"

Lan Zhi and Chang Lize glanced at each other, both of them had some ominous premonition in their hearts.

——If it has nothing to do with Feng Lichi and Mo Hongling, then someone deliberately directed at the Pinglan Star Academy or the phonograph stone.

It would be easy if it was directed at Pinglan Star Academy.

If it's for the phonograph stone, then their business will be in trouble.

Lan Zhi raised her eyes and looked into the dark distance: "Their delivery route is the same as ours now?"

Chang Lize nodded and said, "Everyone goes to Pingyun City like this."

Lan Zhi flipped through the ID card, and pondered: "They set off wearing the robes made by our Star Academy?"

Fu Chenyin and Chang Lize suddenly turned their heads to look at her: "You mean...?"

Lan knew: "It's all here, let's see if someone is targeting our star institute or our business."

The three of them landed on the ground and each found a hidden place to put on the robes of Pinglan Star Academy again before continuing to fly forward.

After half an hour.

"Help me—"

A young female cultivator in a white dress with blood all over her body staggered with a flying sword and flew towards them from the brightly lit direction of the city, followed by four male cultivators with weapons in desperate pursuit.

Seeing the three of them, the young female cultivator's eyes sparkled with hope, and she rushed towards them from a distance and cried, "My lord, please help me, they want to insult me..."

Seeing that the road was uneven, Chang Lize said angrily to the four people who were chasing her: "Isn't it okay for you to bully a girl like this?"

The female cultivator rushed to his back, her face was full of tears: "My lord, thank you, you are so kind."

One of the male cultivators with a scar on his face shouted at Chang Lize: "Boy, I advise you not to meddle in your own business!"

The female cultivator cried: "My lord, please..."

Chang Lize stopped in front of the nun: "What if I insist?"

The scarred male cultivator sneered and said, "You can take care of it, she owes us [-] star dollars, please help her pay."

The female nun cried: "No, not so much, and it's not I owe it, it's my father... My father was tricked by them into gambling, and lost ten thousand star dollars, they deliberately wrote it as one hundred thousand star dollars, forcing My dad sold me to them..."

Chang Lize's fists hardened when she heard this: "It's her father's gambling debts, not hers. If you want to arrest her, you will also arrest her father!"

The scarred male cultivator said: "I don't care about it, anyway, her father has already sold her to us, I advise you not to meddle in your own business, otherwise—"

Chang Lize said, "Otherwise what?"

The scarred man raised his hand to signal, and the other four immediately surrounded him.

Chang Lize could tell at a glance that the strength of these four people was not inferior to him, but Lan Zhi and Fu Chenyin hadn't moved for a long time. Just as he was about to call them for help, he suddenly felt a pain in his lower back.

He turned his head in disbelief, and the female nun who was protected by him pulled out the silver needle that had been inserted into his body. There were still tears on his face, but his expression was only the joy of a successful beauty trick: "I'm sorry. , son."

Chang Lize didn't expect that they were in the same group. Surprised and angry, he wanted to raise his hand to attack, but the nun's silver needle was poisoned, so he couldn't even lift his hand, and his body fell from the air.

(End of this chapter)