Lord Buddha, don't laugh, Madam dug your ancestral grave

Chapter 110 How Do You Know I'm Not Hers?
Originally, Bai Yinzhou hadn't realized the seriousness of the matter.

She thought that Feng Lingche was simply worried about Wen Yang's safety.

However, when he realized that Buddha was 'standing' in front of the helicopter, he realized what kind of position Wen Yang occupied in someone's heart.

Let him disdain to pretend to the outside world.

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The South China Sea is nearly a thousand kilometers away from Jianghai City.

Even the fastest helicopter will take about two and a half hours to arrive.

During this time, Feng Lingche tried to contact Wen Yang countless times.

But there is no doubt that the prompts are all shutdown.

Seeing that the chill on Feng Lingche's brow became more terrifying, Bai Yinzhou didn't dare to say a word.

He didn't know what kind of trouble Wen Yang encountered in the South China Sea, but since Feng Lingche specially called him here, it must have something to do with mystical arts.

Just in case, Bai Yinzhou still wanted to be fully prepared, and silently asked his father on the phone if there was anyone who could use him in Nanhai.

However, when he arrived in the South China Sea, he realized that his worries were unnecessary.

After getting off the plane.

A fishy, ​​salty and cool breath rushed over.

Before he even glanced at the ultimate view of the blue sea and blue sky, he saw a group of men in black suits standing behind one in an orderly manner.

The man's eyebrows were like mountain peaks, his eyes were sharp like knives, and his aura looked very powerful.

Bai Yinzhou was not deeply involved in the affairs, but he had seen this man many times in the news, so he was particularly shocked!
The person in front of him is the squadron leader of the South Coast Defense Force!

The squadron leader glanced over Bai Yinzhou, looked at Feng Lingche beside him, his eyes were full of astonishment, "Buddha, you..."

He wanted to ask about Feng Lingche's legs.

But when the person approached, he noticed Feng Lingche's dark eyes that could not see the bottom. He immediately swallowed his greetings, pointed to the south, and said seriously, "The sea in front of us is the South China Sea. The tide in the South China Sea has been crazy these two days." A large number of fish and shrimp corpses appeared on the shore, and the specific reason is still under investigation.”

"Where is the sea eye?"

Feng Lingche lit a cigarette, looked at the turbulent sea and opened his mouth quietly.

The squadron leader was taken aback for a moment, then said, "The diameter is 12 nautical miles."

The submarine that Feng Lingche told him to use before coming here was parked at the pier.

Seeing him walking towards that side, the squadron leader hurriedly stopped him, "Buddha, ordinary people have not received professional training, and it would be dangerous to go to Haiyan in a submarine."

He has lived in this sea for more than ten years, and he has some instincts against it. "The luxury yacht that Mr. Feng bought in the South China Sea before has been well maintained. Why don't you take the yacht and let me know as soon as I have any news."

This is the safest way the squadron leader can think of.

The so-called sea eye is actually an unfathomable whirlpool.

Whenever a ship approaches, the center of the vortex in the sea eye will generate a strong suction force, and people and ships will be involved together, swallowing it up without anyone noticing it, and finally even the wreckage cannot be found.

His grandfather had been saved by the Feng family, and his father mentioned it to him when he returned home years ago, giving him time to take his younger sister to the imperial capital to find this Buddha to make friends.

He must not put Feng Lingche in danger.

But there is a problem that the squadron leader has been unable to figure out. Every corner of this sea is monitored under the eyes of the coastal defense department.

Not to mention a person, even a bird can never escape their sight.

Buddha mentioned in the text message that he wanted to find a person near the sea eye, so how did this person fail to be detected by the detector?
He couldn't help thinking about this question, so Feng Lingche said coldly, "If you keep talking nonsense, you will never get my approval for your sister's affairs."

The squadron leader froze slightly, touched his nose with a wry smile, "It seems that what my father said is correct..." There is no man in the Feng family who is easy to provoke.

After half an hour.

All ready to go.

Feng Lingche and the squadron leader went into the water together.

Bai Yinzhou led a group of mystic masters to the Sea Eye on the luxury yacht of the Feng family.

The submarine was moving fast on the surface of the sea.

The broken hair in front of Feng Lingche's forehead was blown flying, under the cold white and smooth forehead, those thick black eyes were as deep as the sea, and the emotions in the eyes were very strong.

To his right, is a red button.

On the left is the control stick.

"Don't worry, ZD is enough." The squadron leader thought that Feng Lingche was worried about insufficient firepower, so he shouted.

Feng Lingche glanced at him, but didn't speak.

He closed his lips tightly, his silent eyes were always looking coldly at the distant sky.

There, there was a thick black cloud.

...

under dark clouds.

Wen Yang was sitting on the rickety paper boat, his whole body was about to vomit!
"This is Guixu Land? The Dragon King is also true. Although it is safe for Chiwen to stay here, the location is too far away."

She has deep sea phobia.

If I had known that Sea Eye was deep in the South China Sea, I might as well have listened to Wubai and stayed on the shore to wait!

Wubai was floating in the air, looking at her pale face, she said distressedly, "Why don't you stop and rest for a while?"

Wen Yang shook his head holding back his frustration, "Forget it, we'll be there soon."

Seeing that she couldn't hold her back, Wubai was a little helpless for a while.

Originally, he could fly with Wen Yang, but Wen Yang, considering the difference between men and women, would rather cut a paper boat and live with him than touch him.

Fortunately, the paper boat is fast enough.

Not long after, a vast and boundless vortex appeared ahead.

The evil spirit inside was churning, and waves of blood came in waves.

Seeing this, Wu Bai turned his head and was about to speak to Wen Yang.

But I saw that the paper boat was empty, and the people on it had long disappeared...

Immediately, his face changed drastically, and he fled into the sea to search.

But he didn't want Wen Yang to sink and float on the bottom of the sea at this moment, throwing out pieces of talisman paper like beans to the black mist from the sea eye.

Seeing him swimming towards him, those bright and moving eyes turned to him, and said softly, "Fog, have you brought the Meteor Staff? Can you give it to me?"

Wen Yang's voice is light and agile, and when he usually talks to him, most of the edges and corners are sharp. At this time, he deliberately softened his voice and prolonged the end of the sound, as if acting like a baby, with a soft, waxy and sweet taste.

Wu Bai couldn't help being shocked, and was about to take it out and give it to Wen Yang, but another female voice sounded beside her ears, "Wu Bai! She's a fake! Don't give it to her!"

Wu Bai quickly followed the source of the sound and found that there was no one there.

Just as he was deliberating, Wen Yang in front of him suddenly let out a muffled snort, as if being hit by a black mist, he spat out blood.

His face turned pale, as if he had finally figured something out, he no longer hesitated, and threw the meteor rod over, "Yang'er, catch it!"

Wen Yang's red lips curled up triumphantly, and he quickly stretched his hand towards the meteor stick, but when the meteor stick approached her eyes, it suddenly turned into a white light and hit her face——

Her complexion changed suddenly, and she quickly turned into black smoke to avoid it, and she was spared.

After stabilizing his figure, 'Wen Yang' looked at the misty white floating in the water with a cold face, and asked in surprise, "How do you know I'm not her?"

(End of this chapter)