President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

Leng Yan was in a trance, and the car stopped at the entrance of the village.

"That fisherman has a strange temperament. He used to get into trouble in the village a lot, and the villagers were afraid of him. Feng Yin was hurt, so we got off the car early."

After Leng Yue finished speaking, Leng Yan got off the car and got ready.

A group of people quietly approached the target house.

I thought it was a dilapidated house, but after getting closer, I realized that although the yard was not big, it was tidy and tidy, and there were a few pots of green plants in the yard.Doesn't look like a place for a bachelor to live.

Leng Yan led people into the yard.

"Brother, that fisherman just went out."

"action."

After Leng Yue finished speaking, Leng Yan gave an order and was about to rush into the room.

"Stop! What are you doing? Why are you in my yard?!"

Suddenly, there was a loud sound behind him.

A dark and muscular figure appeared at the gate of the courtyard, holding a fishing fork in his hand, staring at Leng Yan fiercely.

"Stop him!"

Leng Yan opened his mouth, insisting on breaking into the house.

"stop!"

The vicious man didn't care about the people in the yard at all, and the harpoon in his hand swished towards Leng Yan's back.

"Brother be careful!"

Leng Yue stepped forward, kicked the harpoon away, but staggered, almost sitting on the ground.

Is this really a fisherman?
How strong is comparable to a professional boxer!
Even Leng Yue had practiced muay thai and kickboxing for many years, but he almost couldn't bear this huge force.

"Don't go in! That's my wife's room!"

The man jumped and shouted, his pupils were bloodshot and his eyes were full of hatred.

"Your wife?"

Leng Yan paused, and seemed to think of something the next moment, "What happened to her?"

He gritted his teeth and opened his mouth, his eyes blood condensed.

"I treat her as my daughter-in-law, what do you think I did to her? Why should I tell you what my wife and I are doing?" The man roared, desperately struggling forward.

For a while, five or six bodyguards could hardly subdue him.

"Brother, you go in and leave it to me here."

After Leng Yue finished speaking, he rushed over to join the melee.

At this moment, Leng Yan's heart was like being roasted back and forth on an iron plate.All that happened to Feng Yin at the moment was due to his negligence.

He once promised her so confidently that he would take good care of her, but what happened?
Leng Yan clutched her chest, turned around and stumbled into the room.

Just then he pushed open the wooden door, a cold light flashed, and the cold light of the cold weapon pierced towards his chest instantly.

Leng Yan backed away and raised his hand to grab the stabbing dagger.

laugh!
The dagger pierced his palm, and blood flowed meanderingly.

"I fought with you!"

Standing in front of him was a young woman in her twenties. Because she had not seen the sun for a long time, her complexion was frighteningly pale, and her hair was also withered and yellow.

Leng Yan was stunned for a moment, this woman, with the determination and coldness in her eyes, was indeed somewhat similar to Feng Yin, and her figure was also somewhat similar.

No wonder it was regarded as Fengyin.

Leng Yan came back to his senses, regardless of his palm injury, he raised his hand and pushed the woman away.

"I'm not looking for you!"

"Do you believe me? We have been hiding here for three years, and you still refuse to let me go! What's wrong with me not wanting to be a victim of a family marriage? Do you have to kill them all?

I have been living in a dark basement for three years, and this time I only came out during the day because I accidentally fell and broke my wrist!I didn't expect... I didn't expect..."

The woman opened her mouth sadly, every word and every word was an accusation of the past.

Leng Yan shook her head, "I'm here to find my girlfriend, she fell off a cliff and fell into the sea a week ago, in the sea near here."

Leng Yan clenched his fist, allowing the blood to flow out at an accelerated rate.