Jiang Wucheng answered in a low voice. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Tong coldly.
At this moment, Zhou Tong has been charmed by Yun Wan. He is completely unconscious.
What yunwan asked him to do, he would do as he was told.
Several people got on the bus and headed for the mountains.
About thirty minutes later, the car stopped slowly and they reached the top of the mountain.
Jiang Wucheng opens the door to Yun Wan. Yun Wan knocks on Zhou Tong's head and withdraws Mei Shu.
Zhou Tong instantly recovered his consciousness. His face was full of horror. He looked around at the dark place and asked in a trembling voice: "this... Where is this?"
"Wasn't Jiangwu city taken away by my people?"
"Jiang Wucheng, how on earth did you escape?"
"Why did you bring me here?"
He was so frightened that he couldn't help growling.
Jiang Wucheng smiled darkly, clenched his fist and gave him a fist without any hesitation.
"Get down..."
Zhou Tong didn't want to get out of the car, so he grabbed the back of the chair tightly.
"No, I won't get out of the car... Let me go quickly. If you dare to hurt a hair of me, the people behind me will not let you go."
Without saying anything, Jiang Wucheng grabbed his collar and dragged him out of bed.
Zhou Tong was dragged out of bed and fell to his knees.
Yun Wan stepped forward and stepped on the back of his hand.
This foot was so powerful that it crushed the bones of his palm.
Zhou Tong was in pain and shouted loudly.
His eyes were scarlet, he covered his aching palm and looked up at yunwan in disbelief.
"You... What do you want to do?"
The cloud rope lightly hooks the corners of the lips, and the eye fundus flows, which cannot be melted into thick ink.
She bent over slightly and slowly raised her hand to pinch Zhou Tong's jaw.