Chapter 780: Messenger in the night

Michel Wiese closed the door. After Hize’s last time, he became more cautious. With a big wave of his hand, he placed an enchantment in the room to prevent anyone from spying on them, and to avoid strange spiritual source fluctuations. Seepage from the room.
"Why do you dare to talk to me like this?"
After everything was done, Michel Wiese walked slowly to the main position and said coldly.
The figure of the man with the mask was taken aback for a moment, and then he let out a cold laugh, and a hint of coldness was emitted from his body.
"City Lord Michel, Lord Blackman sent me over to find out the situation, I hope you can cooperate a little bit!"
Michel Wiese picked up the sober tea on the table, took a sip, and glanced at the masked man sitting on the sofa, revealing a look of disdain.
"My business has been done, and the rest will be left to him."
Michel Wiese said coldly.
Although Michel Wiese was not afraid of the masked man in front of him, there was still a trace of fear in his heart for the black man in front of him, and then he informed the masked man about the room of Suning and others.
"Remind you, there is also a person named Nangong Lingqing inside, telling you the black messenger that everything must be done without leaking."
Michel Wiese stared at the masked man with deep eyes and said coldly.
The corners of the masked man's mouth turned into an arc, and there was a chuckle. It hasn't been a day or two for the Nangong clan to follow their tracks. They didn't even touch the root hair, and then said.
"You can rest assured that the black makes your own arrangements!"
After speaking, the masked man waved his hand, and a faint black mist appeared all over his body, which gradually enveloped him. After the black mist dissipated, only Michel Wiese was left in the room.
On the top of the hill behind the city hall, a figure suddenly appeared, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "My lord, Michel Wiese is ready."
"By the way, my lord, according to Michelle, the person next to Suning, and a person from Nangong's line, don't know what to do with the lord?"
Hearing the man's report, a gloomy voice gradually sounded.
"A member of the Nangong clan."
"Alright! Then take it together!"
After speaking, the man waved his big hand, and the figures behind him disappeared into the night sky.
"My lord, didn't the hall master instruct us not to collide with those ancient families?"
The mask man reminded carefully.
"Why, is there a problem with my arrangement?"
"Or, you want to do the position of the black envoy!"
As the voice sounded, an extremely tyrannical aura enveloped the masked man, and the surrounding air seemed to be condensed. The masked man knelt to the ground, his face gradually turning pale.
"Big... Your lord, the subordinates are wrong!"
The masked man was sweating, and said with difficulty.
"Humph!"
The black envoy let out a cold snort and waved his big hand to withdraw the breath.
Outside the room of Suning and the others, black robe figures suddenly appeared, glanced at each other, nodded slightly, and turned into a black mist floating into the room.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, a horrible feeling flooded into Suning's heart. Suning suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.
"Who!"
Suning said coldly, changing shares in the room.
The bright moonlight shone into the room through the window, and a faint black mist floated in the corner of the room. Under the cover of darkness, Suning did not see the black mist with his naked eyes.
Suning slowly closed her eyes and scanned the entire room with her divine consciousness, but she didn't find a trace of fluctuations, and she felt a little surprised.
"Is my perception wrong?" Suning murmured, and then lay down again.
The black mist floated in the darkness of the room, turned into a figure and came to Suning's bed. There seemed to be some treasure on his body, without a trace of aura fluctuations.
Suning only felt that the creepy feeling was a little bit better, and felt bad in her heart. She was about to sit up, but found that she couldn't control her body, and she couldn't even open her eyes. It seemed that something wrapped him. In general.
An extremely terrifying feeling flooded into Suning's heart. Could it be the organization that captured Ding Ling? Are they Linglong! There was a worrier in Suning's heart.
The man in the black robe mask raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Suning from the corner of his eyes, and murmured.
"I didn't expect to be conscious in my hands."
Immediately, there was a soft groan in his mouth, and a strange breath fell into Suning's mind, affecting Suning's consciousness.
Feeling a strange feeling, Suning wanted to use the purple-marked colored glass tower, but found that it was too late, her consciousness gradually blurred and she fell into a deep sleep.
In the mountain behind the city hall, there is a huge space, which was created secretly after the black ambassador and his group came to Taikun City. They hollowed out the entire mountain to create a simple palace. Used to imprison some special people, but also a place to create anthropomorphic elements.
In the dark and damp hall, the black angel sat on the stone chair, looking down at everything below, and this stone chair was originally the place where their hall master sat.
The black angel sat on the stone chair and murmured: "Although it is simple, this position is really good." As he spoke, several figures slowly stepped into it, and a cloud of black mist floated behind them. In the black mist are Suning, Qian Linglong and others.
"Master Black Envoy!"
Several black robe masked men arched their hands and shouted respectfully.
Seeing the black mist behind everyone, the corners of Heishi's mouth raised a wicked smile, and said softly.
"Very good, take it with you, look more closely!"
In the damp hall, a group of men in black robes bowed slightly, leading Suning and the others to the bottom of the mountain. Along the way, there were a series of weak and miserable screams.
Soon, everyone was taken to the bottom of the mountain, and the environment here was even darker, damp, and terrifying.
I don’t know how long it took. Suning and the others gradually recovered their consciousness and were able to control their bodies. Suning slowly opened his eyes. What caught his eyes was not the room in the city hall, but a dark space with only a few. A light blue firefly.
"This…"
Suning was surprised and wanted to move, but found that his hands and feet were all by chains, and the crisp sound of chain collisions echoed in the dark space.
Regardless of his own situation, Suning was worried about Qian Linglong, weakly calling the names of Qian Linglong and Jiang Bailin. After a while, two weak voices came from both sides of him.
"Xiao Ningzi..."
"Suning..."
Qian Linglong and Jiang Bailin responded weakly to Suning, their voices gradually becoming smaller.