Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"Taoyuan Village is a mountain village with a nice view, but it hasn't developed because of the view."

"It is said that if you want to get rich, you need to build roads first, but this village is built on the mountains, and the roads are very difficult to repair. It takes a lot of manpower, material resources and financial resources. In the early years, a developer wanted to develop it, but was blocked by the villagers. If nothing happens, the village will not be developed.”

While driving the car, Ah Cheng told Fu Han about his understanding of the village.

"By the way, Lord, this village is near the village where you were intercepted and killed last time, Wangyang County, where the young lady used to live."

Fu Han's drooping eyes finally moved for a moment, and he frowned and checked the navigation map. Wangyang County is 20 kilometers south of Taoyuan Village.

How could it be such a coincidence?Why did Liu Nanchen bring her to this place?

Half an hour is actually very fast, and the sound of the car turning off is very obvious in the silent night.

Wen Qingyue stood behind the curtain and looked out. Two men got out of the car. One was tall and the other was thinner with a ball head.

The two came towards her with flashlights, and the faint light allowed her to see clearly one of them—Liu Daofeng.

Wen Qingyue's brows tightened in an instant, Liu Nanchen and Liu Daofeng really had an intersection, so it could explain why she clearly saw the countdown to Liu Nanchen's death, but he survived, and Jiang Ying died instead of him.

This rivers and lakes Taoism has moved its hands and feet in the middle.

The sound of the iron door opening pulled her back from her thoughts, Wen Qingyue's thoughts turned, and she quickly returned to the bedroom, tied her hands with a rope, tied a clever knot, and lay down on the bed, pretending to be unconscious.

"Ajie, Ajie?" The man's rough shout came from downstairs, and the Ajie he was talking about was the man who was knocked out by Wen Qingyue and stuffed into the next room.

The man yelled a few times but there was no response, and then Liu Daofeng's voice sounded, "Stop yelling, something happened, turn on the light and go up and have a look."

The two walked up the stairs cautiously, one on the left and one on the right. As the lights on the floor came on and the sound of footsteps gradually approaching, Wen Qingyue's heart also became tense.

Clicking, the door lock of the room was unlocked. The man moved his hands behind his waist and opened the door vigilantly. Liu Daofeng poked the flashlight in, and the two saw the figure lying on the bed at the same time.

"He's still there." The man heaved a sigh of relief, snapped, and turned on the light in the room.

The warm red light startled the two of them at the same time, and the man scolded: "Fuck! What kind of underworld lamp is it? Isn't it scary to fall asleep at night?"

Liu Daofeng stared at the person on the bed, and pushed him, "Go and see, is she awake? Get her up, be careful."

The man walked to the bed, stretched out his hand and turned Wen Qingyue over, facing the outside, glanced down from the corner of his eyes, and looked straight at him, "Fuck, this bitch looks so damn good! I said how to decorate this house It's strange, it was originally used to play at that time, master, can't you, a cultivator, not help women?"

"Stop talking nonsense, this house is not poor!" Liu Daofeng frowned and retorted, "Hurry up and tie her up, before she wakes up it will be difficult."

The man didn't care, thinking he was too nervous, "Master, why are you so anxious, even if she wakes up, she won't be able to escape from my grasp, a delicate little girl, she won't be able to escape."

Liu Daofeng didn't feel wrong about this kind of blind self-confidence, machismo who thought that the other party was a woman and there was no threat, but he changed his mind after fighting Wen Qingyue.

Women are weak, but not all women are weak.

The man had already attracted his attention to the sex and entertainment items on the wall in the bedroom. Standing beside him, he stretched out his hand to touch it, moved it, and then glanced back at the pair of snow-white legs on the bed, thinking about it.

"Master, since you don't touch women, can you let me have fun?"

Liu Daofeng's face darkened, and he said coldly: "She belongs to Liu Nanchen, if you dare to touch her, you will die?"

The man rubbed his nose resentfully, rolling his eyes full of unwillingness and desire, greedily sizing up Wen Qingyue's pretty figure.

After Liu Daofeng warned the man, he glanced around the room and landed on the coat that was placed on the sofa, frowned suspiciously, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the "comatose" Wen Qingyue.

For some reason, he felt that everything went too smoothly, and he felt uneasy when it went smoothly.

The man stood by the bed again, stroking Wen Qing's calf with both hands wantonly, boldly moving up a little bit.

When Wen Qingyue felt that the rough man was stroking her calf, her whole body was stiff as she gradually went up, the nausea was spreading, and when she was about to explode, she only heard Liu Daofeng command the man unhappily, "Go to Ajie, Where did the others go?"

The man paused his hands, retracted his hands unwillingly, turned around and walked out, complaining: "This guy is probably bored and squatting in the pit. Why do you have nothing to do with him? It's fine if I don't do it for me, and I don't even touch it..."

Liu Daofeng didn't talk to him, and after he left, he stood by the bed and watched Wen Qingyue.

The feeling of being stared at by a cold and poisonous snake made Wen Qingyue's hair stand on end. She hesitated whether to pretend to be dizzy, or to beat him up for questioning.

Just as he was hesitating to make a move, Liu Daofeng's cell phone rang, and he turned and walked outside, standing at the door to answer the phone.

Wen Qingyue opened her eyes instantly, turned her head to look, the door was still ajar, and Liu Daofeng's voice came in.

"Hey, here we are, when are you coming?"

"Okay, don't worry, someone will keep it for you. I have to study it slowly, and I promise to train you to be obedient. You should deal with it carefully, and don't let the police suspect you."

Listening to Liu Daofeng's words, Wen Qingyue slowly untied the rope in her hands, and quietly stood behind the door, and silently opened the switchblade with the hand hanging by her side.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Daofeng turned around and opened the door to enter the room. When he glanced in, his pupils shrank instantly, - the person on the bed was gone!

Liu Daofeng turned around instinctively, and suddenly, the sharp switchblade pierced his throat very quickly, his eyebrows twitched, he quickly dodged back, and opened a finger distance, Wen Qingyue pressed close to him, and swept towards him with his feet.

boom--

Liu Daofeng fell heavily to the ground, dizzy, and groaned. Before he could get up, Wen Qingyue killed him in the blink of an eye, pinching his neck with five fingers, and stabbing his right eyeball with the switchblade in his hand.

With the strong wind blowing against his face, his frightened pupils dilated, and the oppressive feeling of death made him forget to breathe and scream.

The coldly glowing knife tip stopped half a centimeter away from his eyeballs. If he dared to move around, he would be blinded in minutes.

The woman who should have been in a coma was like Shura at this moment, pinching his life, staring at him from top to bottom, smiling and greeting him calmly, with a familiar tone as if the tense atmosphere didn't exist at all.

"Long time no see, Daoist."