Chapter 135: Yanlong's Woman

Chapter 135 The Woman of Yanlong

Having negotiated with Cao Simiao, Jiang Lang and others, Zhuo Bufan is going to hand over the formula that can restore the scars on the body to the two to form a new company. There is no repair product in the world that can do extraordinary things. The effect of Ye Baobao's treatment is like that.

Of course, Zhuo Bufan took Ye Xuan and joined the group. Zhuo Bufan took up 50% of the shares, and the other three shared the other 50% equally.

When treating Ye Baobao, Zhuo Bufan added True Essence Aura to quickly repair the scars on his face, but even if the prescriptions provided are only 50% effective, they can’t even be repaired so quickly, but in global medical technology It is also an unprecedented existence.

Relying on Cao Simiao's business sense, he knew that if this business were to be expanded, even if it was the only one in the world, even if the market is not comparable to real estate and finance, the benefits are absolutely unimaginable.

There is another reason why Zhuo Bufan agreed to this matter. He couldn't be with Ye Xuan all the time. If Ye Xuan didn't have a real trump card in his hand, he would still be unable to gain a foothold in the family.

After helping Ye Baobao to heal the scar on his face yesterday, Zhuo Bufan left with Lian Shijian and found a five-star hotel in the city.

in the morning.

Zhuo Bufan is planning to go out for a tour. Tomorrow is the time for the Zhongzhou Antiques Trade Conference. He has already asked Ye Xuan clearly. The conference is held in a summer palace in Zhongzhou. An invitation letter is required to enter. As for the invitation, Ye Xuan Hyun took charge of herself and said that she would find a way to get it.

As soon as he walked into the elevator, Zhuo Bufan found a woman with jet black hair standing in the elevator. She was about twenty-three or four years old. The loose sportswear on her body could not conceal her proud figure, and her appearance was also first-class. Beautiful, at least on the same level as Chen Qingai.

The woman seemed to notice Zhuo Bufan's gaze, she couldn't help but raised her eyelid and glanced at him, her eyes a little cold.

"Hey, there is true essence flowing in her body. Although it is very weak, it is true. Is it true that the current martial artist is not worth any money, and you can meet it casually?" Zhuo Bufan was secretly surprised. The other party should have the strength of the peak of the light. , And the age is not very old, it does not look simple.

Qianluo's slender eyebrows were frowned together, and those men would look at them a few more times when they saw herself. She was used to it, and the man in front of her could have been staring at her, too much!

"I said, have you seen enough?" Qianluo said bluntly, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

Zhuo Bufan directly shifted his gaze to other places, a martial artist in the Ming realm, even if he was curious, he had no interest.

"You..." Qianluo's chest floated up and down. She had never seen such a hanged boy. She didn't even say a word when she saw her. She really wanted to fix this guy with a shoulder fall.

Soon, the two of them left the elevator and the woman took a taxi and left. Zhuo Bufan planned to go around and relax without taking a car, and walked towards the bustling area on foot.

...

In a hotel room, a man in a black suit retracted the binoculars set on the window and said: "Brother macho, that kid is out of the hotel. It seems that the woman with him is still in the hotel. Do we want to Is that woman **** too?"

"Wasting time, Lord Gui has an order, I can just take him back to see Lord Gui." A tall man stood up, his eyes showing a trace of cold ashes.

"Yes, with the strength of the macho brother, you can just take him away, where are we using all of our indiscriminate methods." A follower complimented.

The hunk was expressionless, took a coat and left the room, and the other gangsters looked puzzled.

"Other big brothers like to listen to us compliment them. How can the macho brother be like an iron man, never feel like he laughs."

"It's cool, you know what a fart."

After half an hour, Zhuo Bufan had just walked out of a drug store, feeling a little disappointed. He wanted to refine Zhujidan and needed some rare and hard-to-find medicinal materials. These ordinary stores did not exist at all, and he just hugged him. There was a glimmer of hope before going in and asking, it was exactly the same as he thought.

"Tomorrow's antiques trading conference, I hope I can find a suitable furnace for refining pills." Zhuo Bufan muttered to himself, suddenly his ears moved, and he knew that he was being followed without turning around, and the corners of his mouth were hooked. With a weird arc, are these people the same assassin he met on the train last time?

Zhuo Bufan walked slowly towards a remote place with few people, killing people in the downtown area would still cause a sensation.

Just as Zhuo Bufan and the people behind him hurried into a small alley, a woman wearing sportswear with long hair on the side of the road suddenly flashed a bright color in her eyes, and even instantly flushed her eyes: "Brother, yes You?"

"Your Excellency, I have been following me for so long, I don't know what's the matter?" Zhuo Bufan stopped in the middle of the alley and turned his head slowly, only to see a little giant wearing a black leather jacket and a figure like O'Neill standing behind, with a cold expression , The pupils of the eyes exuded a trace of dead gray.

When Zhuo Bufan saw it, he frowned, "Soul control?" But in a blink of an eye, he denied it. Soul control must at least be displayed by a cultivator in the mid-foundation stage. It can control a puppet whose cultivation base is lower than his own. Use your own will to control the opponent to fight.

But the level of death in the eyes of the man in front of him is obviously not enough. It should be a spell with the same effect as Soul Control, but this spell is obviously much lower.

"The ghost asked me to kill you. Do you want to come back with me alive, or let me take a corpse back." The macho voice is like an electronic pronunciation, without the slightest emotion.

Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fist, and as long as he opened his palm, a fireball would appear and hit him directly. With a high temperature of thousands of degrees, unless it was steel, the human body would turn into ashes when touched.

"Who is Ghost Lord?"

"You don't need to know, you can see the ghost master when you go back with me." The hunk said, and was about to rush up, suddenly a woman ran over behind him, directly trying to hug him from behind.

"Brother, it's so hard for me to find you!" The woman said, her red eye circles misted with mist.

But at this moment, the fierce man suddenly burst into murderous intent, turned around and slashed the woman's face with a hand knife, without the slightest reservation, the woman seemed to be taken aback, and raised her hands in a hurry, but the whole person had been cut The bullet flew out and fell to the ground, his hands twitching constantly.

"Brother, have you forgotten me? I'm Qianluo, have you forgotten me?" The woman looked at the man in front of her incredulously, not the same as the brother Bin she knew a few years ago.

Zhuo Bufan frowned. The woman lying on the ground was the one she had met in the hotel elevator today. This woman seemed to know the man in front of him.

"Brother..." The macho suddenly resembled a puppet whose clockwork had been pulled out. He was stunned on the spot, his pupils gradually expanding, and then he held his head with a painful expression on his face, "Who am I...who am I... …"

Zhuo Bufan saw the Qingming in his eyes flashing by, the woman got up and wanted to hug him, Zhuo Bufan still yelled out that be careful, the other party had already slashed her neck with a hand knife, Qianluo's body He was soft and fell directly to the ground, apparently fainted.