Beauty's Supreme Expert

Zhao Rongrong is also worried.

Even Fu Zhuan has no effect, so how can we save Murong Xun?

All of a sudden, Zhao Rongrong remembered the advice of Mr. Lin in the antique street.

"Although this talisman is only a primary seal script, and its function is not very powerful, it is strong in comparison with those paper symbols outside."

Although it is only a primary seal script, its function is not very powerful.

Thinking of the point in the words, Zhao Rongrong said quickly, "Xiao Kai, I probably understand what's going on."

"Sister Rongrong, have you found the reason?" Murong Kai asked quickly.

"When I bought this talisman, the man told me that it was only a primary seal script, and its function was not very powerful."

Nodding, Zhao Rongrong said, "cousin xun'er faints again after waking up, which shows that the talisman is effective, but the effect is not strong enough."

"Sister Rongrong, do you still remember what the man who sold you fu Zhuan looked like?"

After understanding what was going on, Murong Kai quickly asked, "we must find the man, and now only that person can cure my sister."

"That man is not very old, about twenty-four or five years old. He is a man who looks serious but a little dishonest."

After thinking about it, Zhao Rongrong said quickly, "by the way, the other party calls himself Mr. Lin."

It looks serious, but it's not serious.

Hearing this, Murong Kai remembered the name: "Mr. Lin, OK, I'll immediately arrange someone to look for it."

"Kay, I'm going to the antique street to look for it. I'm not sure that man will be there."

Thinking of what Mr. Lin said, if there are any problems in the follow-up, you can go to the antique street to find him. It's not sure that Mr. Lin will set up a stall in the antique street at this time.

Hiding at the edge of the door looking at this scene, a servant quickly left and took out his mobile phone to make a phone call.

"Murong Xun fainted?"

Murong Xiang, who was bathing in the sunshine on the third floor of the villa, was stunned when he received a call from a servant, but the next moment he burst out laughing.

"God is helping me. Even God is helping me, ha ha."

Knowing the situation of Murong Xun, Murong Xiang dialed a phone number: "Hello, Zhao Rongrong just left Murong's house. Yes, now you can do it. Remember that the dry ground is more beautiful. Don't leave any traces."

After hanging up the phone, Murong Xiang lit a cigarette. After a puff, she seemed to see the end of Zhao Rongrong's tragic death in the white smoke.

Zhao Rongrong, don't blame me. If you want to blame, you should not interfere in this matter.

Zhao Rongrong, who left Murong's house, drove on the road and drove in the direction of antique street.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin, you must save my cousin."

Constantly whispering, Zhao Rongrong would like to go to the antique street immediately.

Don't worry.

A flute sounded, Zhao Rongrong also came back from her thoughts.

"What's the matter? Is the car behind me following me?"

Through the rearview mirror, Zhao Rongrong frowned and gave way to the other side of the car.

However, the car did not overtake when it came side by side. The window of the co driver opened to reveal a man in sunglasses.

In the heart surged a bad, Zhao Rongrong instinctively slowed down the speed.

But at this time, the sunglasses man took out a gun and aimed at Zhao Rongrong, the driver's seat.

"They're going to kill me."

The heart trembled suddenly, Zhao Rongrong quickly stepped on the gas pedal, thinking of fast overtaking to leave.