Chapter 3369: Jinling Wumeng

After a group of people walked away, the young man with yellow hair was the first to react. After a somewhat embarrassing cough, he showed a smile and said, "Shao Zhou, you are too much of a face! Just take it in a few words The crowd was sent away!"
A girl's eyes looked at Zhou Zhong completely changed, and she quickly agreed: "Well! I saw that in the group just now, some of the faces were green, and I was afraid of Zhou Shao to die!"
"Um... Zhou Shao, what exactly does your family do? Can you tell us..."
In the middle of the week, I was too lazy to talk nonsense with them, just said to Xiao Yong: "You are here to practice, I have to go home first, if anyone comes to trouble, just call me."
Xiao Yong was still in a daze. He only nodded blankly when he heard this.
Of course, a group of people didn't dare to pester Midweek again, and quickly threw their questions to Xiao Yong, but where could Xiao Yong tell us why? By the time he reacted, midweek had already gone far.
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After returning to the villa, as expected, my mother was furious and severely reprimanded midweek.
"What else can you do? It takes so long to buy a dish! You look at this dish, it's not fresh anymore!"
In the middle of the week, I can only laugh from the sidelines, how dare I say a word, if I say that I ran out and circled with others, wouldn't it be even more scolding?
"It's not good to let you do such a small thing, forget it, give me a little more memory next time!"
In the middle of the week, he nodded repeatedly, and then took advantage of my mother's time in the kitchen, and hurriedly fled back to the room, continuing to feel the world.
Time flies quickly, and one afternoon is just a drop in the bucket for the middle of the week. It seems that it is far from being able to unlock the barriers set by people on the earth.
Just when it was time for dinner, the phone rang in the middle of the week, and it was the old Wen who had called before.
The tone of the old man on the phone was particularly hoping to invite to a visit in the middle of the week. Thinking that there was nothing wrong, he simply agreed.
When I went downstairs, a sumptuous dinner was set up on the table.
Seeing that he was going out in the middle of the week, his mother frowned and said, "Where are you going in the middle of the night?"
I was a little worried in the middle of the week, but soon my eyes lit up and thought of a good rhetoric.
"find a job!"
The mother nodded: "This is almost the same, go, remember to come back early."
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When I drove the car and arrived at Wen Lao's residence, Wen Nianrou was not at home, and was in charge of receiving a housekeeper from Wen's house.
"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Wen has been waiting for you for a long time."
In the middle of the week, he followed the Wen's housekeeper and headed to the living room. The Wen's villa was very large, and it was estimated that it was only slightly worse than his imperial villa.
However, even as far as the Wen family knows, there are no less than two or three villas, so the financial resources are still bottomless.
In the living room of Wen's house, what surprised midweek was that there was an old man and a young man besides Wen.
The old man was talking with old Wen, but most of the time, it was old Wen talking. The old man sitting opposite him only occasionally nodded with a sullen face.
I took a brief look at the old man in the middle of the week, and it was easy to see the "power" of the warrior in the opponent.
This kind of thing is not something that can be done simply by strengthening the body. It can be said that with this kind of "potency", it is almost half a practitioner.
Of course, in Zhou Zhong’s eyes, this is not worth mentioning. It’s not good to say. It is estimated that for this old man, he may not even need to move it, so that the other person can die without knowing how to die. .
Seeing midweek walk into the living room, old Wen showed a smile on his face and stood up to greet him.
The other old man on the sofa only glanced at Zhou Zhong with a slight frown, then motionless, with a look of disdain in his eyes.
"Come and come, mid-week, let me introduce you. This is the person in charge of our Jinling Wu League, Zong Fu, Grand Master, and this one behind Grand Master is the proud disciple of Grand Master, Shen Yan."
Zhou Zhong just nodded slightly, and said nothing, the young man behind Zong Ran, Shen Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Zhou Zhong with a rather provocative look.
Then Mr. Wen smiled to the bearded Zong Yan again: "This is the young man in Jinling City who has been making a lot of noise recently. It's midweek."
In a few words, I understood what it meant to come here by Mr. Wen in the middle of the week.
This is to build a bridge, let yourself join this so-called military alliance?
Sure enough, after sitting down, he immediately went straight to the subject and said: "Master, you see in the middle of the week, there should be conditions for joining the Wu League, right?"
Zongran glanced at Zhou Zhong obliquely, looked up and down, and nodded slightly, "It's barely a good seedling. You did that thing about Bai Xuan?"
Before we could speak in the middle of the week, Mr. Wen had already said first: "I saw it with my own eyes, but there is a reason for it, no wonder the middle of the week."
Zongran still nodded with a sullen face: "I've heard about this matter, but whether he is eligible to join the Wumeng has to go through a test. I will consider it when I go back."
Mr. Wen was overjoyed. When he was about to talk, he just got up and said, "Don't, don't think about it, I have no plans to join the Wumeng."
Zong Ran narrowed his eyes and stared at Zhou Zhong and said, "What did you say?"
Jinling Wumeng is also a well-known orthodox institution in the country. People who want to join usually have to go through layers of selection, and whether they can join depends on his face.
He said that he had to consider it because he was giving face to Old Wen, but with such a hairy boy, he dare not look down on Jinling Wumeng?
Really think you have some ability, so you can be arrogant?
Elder Wen also knew the temper of Zhou Zhong, and said quickly, "Master, he..."
He really wanted to join the Jinling Wumeng in the middle of the week. After all, it was an orthodox organization. In his understanding, the Wumeng was the best destination for such people in the middle of the week.
But his failure to make up for it was doomed to be too late.
Shen Yan, who was always standing behind Zong Yan, already stood up with a disdainful smile and said: "My master said that we should consider it. It is sold to the face of old Wen. You are such an infamous thing. Are you eligible to join the Wu League?"
Zhou Zhong didn't care, nodded and said: "I'm not qualified? That's better. Anyway, I'm not planning to join this military alliance. It's okay. I'll leave."
In the middle of the week, he was about to walk out of the door, but Shen Yan was angry on his face and yelled: "You stop me!"