The gangster of fast wear is online

Chapter 1352 Evernight Neon 12
Yuan Daochang said vaguely: "Tomorrow, you will know when I ask her."

"Is that so..."

Guo Ziye looked over, the gloomy atmosphere around him was diluted by the smiling face, and his expression still showed a sense of trust, vaguely still the well-behaved little apprentice and little nephew in the old days.

"Master, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Yuan Daochang was taken aback, and sighed following his words: "There is one thing..."

Guo Ziye snorted, suddenly losing interest.

He no longer listened to what the other party said next, but clapped his hands twice - metal walls were lowered around the tea room, and the original doors and windows were tightly covered to create a closed space.

The distinguished guest on the seat instantly became a trapped animal in a cage.

Yuan Daochang's face suddenly changed, he dropped his teacup and reprimanded him: "Guo Ziye! What do you mean?"

From this angle, the young man's side face is extremely peaceful, and he can clearly sense his fatigue and impatience, because he knows what Taoist Yuan is going to say, and those words have been repeated countless times in his mind, and he can recite them long ago up.

"You came here to find out when Shenlong will open his eyes, and to trick me into giving up Xiaoni. Am I right?"

"you……"

"How would I know? You told me. In fact, you have been sitting down for more than an hour. Look, this incense burner is specially made for you. You have already explained everything just now."

Daoist Yuan subconsciously said, "How is it possible!"

Guo Ziye smiled: "Yes, I lied to you."

At this time, it makes no difference whether he admits it or not.

Daoist Yuan's expression fluctuated, and when he stood up and reprimanded him, he quietly put his hands behind his back.

Guo Ziye noticed this little move and didn't take it seriously.

"Just kidding, why is Master's face so pale? Uncomfortable? This is difficult. Master has not passed a message to the Patriarch this time. He wants to invite a doctor to come and see you, but he is afraid of making Grandpa angry. He directly asked Someone threw you out...then there is no way to avenge me."

His tone was soft, but every word was poisonous.

Yuan Daochang was in a cloud of confusion, his heart was fluctuating, and his breathing was not smooth. In a daze, he felt strong resentment and murderous intent from that young child!
He finally understood that being restricted in personal freedom is a small thing, this bastard did not know how to know these calculations - he still wants his life!

The man's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he didn't have the air of a worldly expert. He delayed for time and asked, "What enmity do you and I have?"

"Not yet..." Guo Ziye shook his head and sighed, "But if I hadn't interrupted you, you should have talked about some kind of nonsense about destiny and ups and downs."

Daoist Yuan's already plump eyes stared almost cracking: "You!" This is indeed the rhetoric he prepared before coming, and only he knows it!

Could it be that there is something wrong with this spice, and he tricked everything?
"Spices, indeed, are specially made—your hands are feeling weak and sleepy, aren't they?"

After being reminded by him, Daoist Yuan verified the facts, anxious and annoyed, his limp hands tried hard to pinch seals behind him, but the cold wind hit, accompanied by a scream, his hand broke from his wrist, and he was still twitching when he landed .

The young man in black put away the bloody samurai sword and nodded to Guo Ziye.

"pretty."

Guo Ziye walked up to Taoist Yuan.

The bleeding from the wound could not be stopped at all, and Yuan Daochang's face quickly turned pale. What was even more frightening was that the toxin flowed faster from the wound, and now he had no strength at all, and his tongue was numb.

"I know you're great, but if I don't make enough preparations, how could I invite you in?"

"It's obvious that your family is greedy for Xiao Ni's ability, wants her to break up with the Guo family, and pretends to be thinking of me... If I believe your nonsense today, from tomorrow onwards, her dreams will continue. In vain, so that everyone can no longer believe her."

"Then let me encounter strange things, let the old man's condition worsen, let our parents die unexpectedly, and create the illusion that this child has overcome his six relatives..."

"Your Yuan family will come forward under the banner of helping me, and support me, a brat, to the position. And your ultimate goal is to get Hidden Mist Island and add a child who can predict the future."

Yuan Daochang was speechless for a long time.

The poison and shock made his face extremely ugly, his eyes were dull, and he looked like a dead person at first glance.

The soles of the shoes ran over his face hard, and he rolled his eyes with difficulty, probably with some strength, feeling puzzled and unwilling.He really wanted to ask for an answer for himself while he was still angry.

Guo Ziye saw it, he didn't want to fulfill this wish, and said mockingly:

"It's early."

"You come later, just to be able to attend my succession ceremony, Patriarch's master, how nice is it? You have to rush to die."

The aroma of tea and Buddha could not cover up this fresh fishy and sweet smell. In the middle of their conversation, the light in the tea room was dimmed once, then turned on again, and switched to a shadowless lamp for surgery.

Daoist Yuan was placed on the tea table like a stiff puppet.

Taoist robes and inner garments were separated from the body one by one, and the buns that were deliberately fixed with wooden hairpins were also untied. This is how life is, coming naked and going naked.

He worked harder and harder, and finally saw what the young man was holding!Rebel, where did he learn it? This is to make him never reborn!
Guo Ziye was satisfied.

"Did you recognize it? Alright, save me the introduction. Don't worry, I've practiced many times, and my hands will never shake."

This is Yuan Daochang's last night as a living person.

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Ever since Lan Shuying saw Daoist Yuan at the seaside, she had doubts in her heart, so she picked out a box of jewels to meet Miss Jiu the next day, mainly to find an excuse to make excuses.

On the way, I ran into Damon who was coming to eat, and wanted to follow.

The nine brothers and sisters live in a remote manor, outside the fence there are wisterias and a kind of white flowers that bloom all year round, which looks very romantic from a distance.

When you actually walk in, all-round monitoring without dead ends, ten steps and one post are strictly guarded, no matter how romantic the atmosphere is, it will be shattered.

The housekeeper of the garden came up to inspect it, took the presents, and invited them to sit in the small living room, but her attitude was firm: only Miss Fifth could be allowed in, not Damon.

As long as the wedding is not held, he is still an outsider.

The people here are exceptionally well-informed, who wouldn't know how he got here?A prisoner!If he hides bad intentions and harms Miss Jiu, none of them will live.

Lan Shuying had expected that he would be targeted.

Dimon refused to listen to the consequences that had already been told on the road.At this time, she didn't need to feel guilty, she simply translated the woman's meaning and said a few words of comfort.

Dimon stood up and was pointed at by several guns within minutes.

He raised his hands cooperatively, and smiled a little stiffly: "I'll go outside for a walk...the flowers are blooming well."

Lan Shuying: "I'll tell Ah Wu to pick you up."

Although Dimon was in an awkward situation, he still looked at her gently like a gentleman, as if affectionately: "No, I can wait for you to go back together."

"also."

When Lan Shuying saw Miss Jiu, the child had just finished breakfast, and there was still a circle of milk beard around his mouth.

"I dreamed about you sister yesterday!"

The child came trotting all the way, hugged her thigh and said.

The nanny followed behind and tried to wipe her mouth, but it was too late, the milk marks had already been rubbed on the pants, and the child was giggling.Fortunately, she is really cute, and her pranks are not annoying.

Every dream of Miss Jiu is not in vain. Lan Shuying is sure that she can't dream of herself, but she asks cooperatively: "Really, what does my sister look like in your dream?"

The child smiled and said, "My sister is playing with me!"

The nanny couldn't hold back, and let out a snort.

She didn't understand why the child was so close to Miss Fifth. She only heard that Miss Fifth was with them now. The other party had a very good attitude and reciprocated the favor. The nanny took the initiative to explain: "Young master left early today, and left some fresh toys before leaving..."

Lan Shuying nodded.

"Bring it, I'll play with her."

The nanny left, and there were a few men in black standing beside them, not too far away, either to protect them, or to guard her alone.

Lan Shuying found the most powerful one by feeling, the young man in black holding a samurai sword, and asked, "Where did the elder brother go and when will he be back?"

The man shook his head and asked bluntly, "What's the matter?"

"I have a question to ask him."

The young man's pupils were amber, and he glanced at her indifferently, without saying a word.

The wind came from his side, and Lan Shuying smelled a faint smell of blood.

It is not easy to see the blood stains on the black fabric. If you look carefully, some places on his trousers are dry and sticky, and his eye circles are blue and swollen. He has not slept most of the night.

last night……

Could it be that Daoist Yuan is already cold?
Guo Ziye went out early in the morning to throw away the corpse?
Lan Shuying quickly dispelled this idea, throwing corpses is a matter of being invisible, and he did it himself, so he was afraid that people would not know?

The small hand pulled off the hem of her clothes, and Lan Shuying lowered her head to meet Miss Jiu's clear pupils.

"Sister, Xiao Ni has learned how to make tea, please drink it!" The child pulled her to the direction of the tea room.

The young man holding a samurai sword blocked the way and said, "The tea room is under renovation, so you can't go in."

The child frowned. She was rarely rejected, and she was not used to bargaining with others, but her little mind turned quickly: "I won't come in, you guys, move the table out."

She gestured: "A big table with flowing water."

Lan Shuying thought to herself, what she wanted should be a tea table.

The youth refused again: "The table is broken."

The child flattened his mouth and was about to cry.

Lan Shuying couldn't laugh or cry, picked her up to coax her, played for more than half an hour, and was closely monitored by these people the whole time.

After nine o'clock, Miss Jiu's private teacher came. She was relieved and left the manor under the child's reluctant eyes.

"Have you seen my fiancé?"

she asked the housekeeper, who pointed to the grove.

Lan Shuying watched silently for a while, then asked sincerely, "Can you tell me... what are you doing?"

Damon stopped lightly kicking a gray fluffy ball, "It's nothing, it's a bit boring, to pass the time."

"So, what's that?"

"It's probably a dead rabbit." He gently wiped the bloody soles of his shoes, then retracted his feet and said, "It could be other animals?"

It has been spoiled like this, I believe it if you say it is a cat or a dog.Lan Shuying leaned against the tree and reminded lightly: "Killing a little rabbit does not necessarily require a sharp weapon."

"I didn't kill it, trust me." Damon shrugged, "I just happened to meet, and then I got bored..."

Lan Shuying interrupted him: "Your ring is bleeding."

Rings of such a bulky style are not common, even if you don't use ghost pupils to see through them, you can guess that it must have a sandwich, and there are blades of any shape hidden inside.

Because I'm bored, I want to see blood -- a bad habit that seems familiar.

She gave him one last look.

"Don't lie to me."

Like a clown, whitewashing the peace is hard and funny.

Great, she seems to have the answer.

　Cuckoo puffed up his chest, good night!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)