Ash Division.

Zhao Xintong, who had just had a simple lunch, lowered his head and held his straw in his mouth, took a sip of water, and then saw a young man in loose trousers and a loose T-shirt pushing open the soundproof door and entering.

"You can go!" The young man seemed to have encountered an urgent matter, and the anxiety and worry rushed over his face.

"Can I go?" Zhao Xintong was both surprised and happy.

"Now, immediately!" Ling Jun said impatiently, "If it's later, no one will be able to save you."

While speaking, he possessed himself to open the handcuffs and pulled out the wooden nail on Zhao Xintong's back.

While the other party was busy, Zhao Xintong asked tentatively, "Who are you?"

"I am the teacher of Yuanshi Tianzun."

Only then did Zhao Xintong feel relieved and vigilant. The two sides were very close. She could see the restlessness and worry in the young man's eyes, and asked:

"what happened?"

Ling Jun said coldly:

"Yuanshi Tianzun lost contact on the way back. He must have encountered an ambush. Thinking about it now, the reason why you lose control of your emotions should be the influence of a high-level illusionist.

"These are not the main points. The headquarters is currently searching for Yuanshi Tianzun. Someone will definitely come to investigate his whereabouts. If the headquarters knows that he came to the Baiwa branch to save you, you will die, and he will also die."

The joy in Zhao Xin's eyebrows froze immediately, and he asked anxiously: "He, will something happen to him?"

"I don't know, maybe he's already dead. Although that kid has many tricks, the person who ambushed him must be the master. These are not your concerns." The handcuffs and wooden nails were all untied, and Ling Jun pulled Zhao Xin up. Hitomi, "Hurry up, I don't want to see you now."

When he saw the little girl, he thought of Victoria's reminder.

Yuan Shi shouldn't associate with this group of evil professions.

Zhao Xintong put on a mask and peaked cap, and hurriedly left the Public Security Department.

On the side of the street, she used props to confuse a passerby in a blind spot where the surveillance camera could not capture, got a mobile phone from him, and called Xiaoyuan.

The bell rang for a long time before it was connected.

"Xiaoyuan, I'm coming out." Zhao Xintong said.

There was an "hmm" on the phone.

"I heard something happened to Yuanshi Tianzun?" Zhao Xintong whispered, "I'm sorry."

Xiaoyuan didn't respond to this matter, "Don't go home now, stay at Wuhen Hotel for a while, and I'll rearrange the school for you."

She spoke to herself, her tone a little tired and empty.

Gulfstream was flying at an altitude of several thousand meters, heading towards the deserted northwest.

The cabin was in a mess, the third protector with a gloomy expression and the sixth elder in a cloak stood one behind the other in the aisle.

Headmaster Chun Yang held a glass of fruit juice in his hand, leaning lazily by the window, his pretty face sometimes sneered, sometimes calm, sometimes crazy.

It takes at least six hours to travel from the eastern coast to the northwest, and even if you fly at full speed regardless of the cost, it will take four hours.

Only forty minutes had passed since Yuanshi Tianzun entered the dungeon. JrNovels.com