Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

As Yuanwei frequently showed up on the street, the person who had saved him finally showed up.

Yuanwei showed a look of joy, which made the other party seem to relax his vigilance. He proposed to send Yuanwei home. Yuanwei was a little hesitant, but finally agreed to his request under his insistence.

Qin Xiong and Song Wuqing had already set up an ambush outside Yuanwei's house, but they were waiting for that person to come to the door.

With such a strict arrangement, how could that person escape, and with the combination of Qin Xiong and Song Wuqing's skills, it is difficult to meet an opponent in this martial arts world, so catching that person must be foolproof.

Sure enough, after some fighting, Qin Xiong finally lifted off the opponent's mask, revealing a very handsome face.

Yan Qiaotian looked at the person kneeling in front of him, looked him up and down, and asked coldly, "You pretended to be Yan Qiaotian? Tell me, is this the first time you've committed a crime?"

The man showed doubts, and said: "What Yan Qiaotian? How many times did you commit the crime? I don't understand."

"It seems that you won't tell the truth if I don't give you some flair." Qin Xiong grabbed the dagger in his hand, pressed it against the opponent's neck, and said angrily, "If you don't say anything, the knife in my hand can Not vegetarian."

The man was even more puzzled. He tremblingly asked: "Who are you guys? I really don't know what Yan Qiaotian is. I've never heard of this name."

Just when Qin Xiong was about to strike, Yan Qiaotian suddenly waved his hand to signal him to go down. Although Qin Xiong was puzzled, he reluctantly dropped the opponent, put away his dagger, pushed it aside, and stopped talking.

"Let me ask you, how old are you this year?" Yan Qiaotian asked.

"Twenty." The man replied.

Yan Qiaotian's original hopes were gradually extinguished. If this person was twenty, then he was only as old as Wu Fugan at that time, so how could he be the one who seduced Wu Fugan's mother?

Yan Qiaotian thought for a while and continued to ask, "Why are you wearing a mask?"

"Do I need to tell you this? Who are you?" The other party asked impatiently.

Yan Qiaotian pulled out the Qingming Sword from his waist, held it in his hand and played with it, glanced at the opponent's eyes from time to time, and said lightly: "Say it or not, I'm afraid it's up to you."

When that person saw the Qingming sword, his pupils couldn't help dilating, he stared straight at Yan Qiaotian and said, "You...you...you are the leader of Qingyun Club, Yan Qiaotian?"

"Why, you pretended to be me, didn't your master tell you what I look like?" Yan Qiaotian smiled coldly, that smile was like a ray of cold light piercing the other person's chest.

"I...I..." The other party kept repeating, but he saw the whites of his eyes rolled out, foaming at the mouth, and his body twitching violently. When Qin Xiong and the others came to the front quickly, the man had already fallen to the ground. Save manpower.

Qin Xiong knelt down to check his breath, then shook his head helplessly and said, "No, I'm dead."

"What a powerful poison." Song Wuqing's five sense organs were already tangled together.

"What about the leader?" Qin Xiong asked.

"Well, it seems that this is a huge organization. We have only just explored the edge of this organization, and there are still many things to do in the future." Yan Qiaotian put away the Qingming sword, then got up, and said, "Let's go to Jinan after nightfall." , and meet these people again.”

"It's night again?" Song Wuqing slumped on the chair and said weakly.

"You don't have to go, stay and accompany Wu Fuqian." After Yan Qiaotian finished speaking, he walked out of the house, leaving a sentence before leaving, "Get someone to see what poison he died of?"

"Yes."

In the evening, the sky outside was dim, Yan Qiaotian stood in the yard looking at the gloomy night, thinking that tonight's night walk might be a bit difficult.

Wu Fuqian suddenly opened the door, the sound was so loud that Yan Qiaotian, who was looking up, couldn't help but look down at him suspiciously.

"You want to leave me here?" Wu Fuqian asked displeased.

"Yes." Yan Qiaotian replied flatly.

"What if I disagree?" Wu Fuqian asked.

"Is it up to you to agree or disagree with this matter?" Yan Qiaotian shrugged and smiled.

Wu Fuqian stepped forward, took Yan Qiaotian's arm and said, "Don't leave me alone. If you don't like me, you can kill me now, but just don't leave me alone."

Yan Qiaotian broke free from his wrist, walked to the stone table about five steps away from him, and said, "Hmph, why did I take you, what use are you to me?"

Wu Fuqian's complexion changed, and he showed a charming smile and said: "Usually, when you see Song Wuqing and Qin Xiongen loving each other, don't you feel empty in your heart? With me by your side, you won't feel empty and boring."

Yan Qiaotian turned around slowly, and said with a smile: "Hehe, I always like quietness, and hate other people's chatter."

"Don't worry, as long as you say you can't speak, I will definitely not speak, so it's okay?" Wu Fuqian took a step forward and said with a deeper smile.

"Since that's the case, why should I bring you such a burden?" After Yan Qiaotian finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to leave.

Wu Fuqian suddenly said: "Don't you want to know what Chen Xiao wants to do after following you? I think no one knows except me."

Yan Qiaotian turned her head slightly, smiled coldly and said, "You have become smarter, and you know how to blackmail me with things I want to know."

Wu Fuqian's face darkened, and he said, "Hmph, I've always been very smart, but I don't bother to use this kind of cleverness."

"Leave in half an hour, don't make me wait for you." After Yan Qiaotian finished speaking, she immediately turned and went back to the house.

Standing in the yard, Wu Fuqian breathed a sigh of relief. He stared at Yan Qiaotian's door, and couldn't help coughing. This cough lasted for a long time, as if he wanted to carve out all the heart, liver, spleen and lungs in his body.

Listening to the coughing sound coming from the yard, Yan Qiaotian felt something strange in his heart. His body was still in good shape, but he insisted on following him. What was the reason?Could it be because of the so-called love?

Thinking of this, Yan Qiaotian couldn't help but shook his head, and said to himself: "Hmph, what kind of love can a dude like him have?"

Half an hour later, everyone packed up. Only Shi Laoliu looked at Wu Fuqian's expression and said to Yan Qiaotian, "Boss, I don't think he's injured clearly. Do you want to prepare a carriage?"

Yan Qiaotian also noticed his pale face, but riding in a carriage would not be as fast as riding a horse, so he shook his head slightly and said, "No need, let him ride a horse too, our business must not be delayed."

"Okay." Shi Laoliu shook his head and said helplessly.

Wu Fuqian's health was really not up to snuff, because he fell ill when he was halfway through the journey.