Prodigal Goro-kun

Watching King Huai'an stretch out his hand to catch the cup falling from the sky, Yan Qiuer noticed that the tea in the cup didn't even spill a single drop. This kind of skill might be even inferior to Qian Wu's, right?

Yan Qiuer huddled on the innermost side of the bed, leaning against the cold wall, looked up at Huai'an King and said with a soft smile, "Your Majesty is here to kill me, right?"

"Kill you?" King Huai'an drank the tea in his cup, smiled, and said, "I don't need to come personally to kill you."

"Then the king shouldn't have come to see me specially, right?" Yan Qiuer raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his sinister smile.

King Huai'an's eyes flashed, he suddenly raised his legs and stepped onto the bed, and before Yan Qiuer had time to react, he grabbed Yan Qiuer's neck with one hand, and his low tone was three points colder than just before: "Boy, do you think I'm going to die?" Who are you?"

Because King Huai'an was standing with his back to the light, Yan Qiuer could not clearly see the subtle changes in King Huai'an's eyes.

Yan Qiuer's breathing became difficult, but there was no panic or fear on his face, he still looked at King Huai'an with an evil smile, and joked weakly: "Even if it's right, the king doesn't have to rush to kill someone Bar?"

Seeing Yan Qiuer like this, King Huai'an's eyes flashed again, he slightly loosened his grip, and asked Yan Qiuer, "How old are you?"

How old are you?This man was going to strangle him just now, why did he suddenly ask his age again?Yan Qiuer looked at King Huai'an inexplicably, always feeling that he couldn't keep up with King Huai'an's thinking jump every time.

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the king."

King Huai'an thought for a while, but he didn't know what he had figured out. He nodded and agreed, "It really doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how old you are, just follow me." Then, King Huai'an picked up Yan Qiuer's collar and dragged her away.

Yan Qiuer panicked now.Where are you going with him?What are you going to do again?This King of Huai'an seems to be a person who says that the wind is the rain, and he doesn't care about other people's wishes at all!

"Who wants to go with you!" Yan Qiuer suddenly shoveled towards King Huai'an's foot, while the king raised his foot to dodge, he clasped King Huai'an's wrist with his backhand, turned around and threw a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw.

The Huai'an King who flew up was a little surprised, but he turned his waist to defuse the fate of falling to the ground. After landing, he immediately turned around and punched Yan Qiuer's abdomen with an uppercut.

King Huai'an's speed is too fast and too smooth, and the successive moves are like conditioned reflexes without thinking.

Yan Qiuer was speechless, jumped up slightly, kicked the side of the bed, jumped back with his strength, and at the same time retracted his stomach, trying to avoid Huai'an King's fist as much as possible.

Even so, Yan Qiuer was still hit, but luckily he avoided most of the force, and the pain caused by the rest would be fatal.

With both feet on the ground, Yan Qiuer staggered two steps backwards and bumped into the window.

King Huai'an glanced at the window behind Yan Qiuer, and said coldly, "You can jump down to escape, but I don't guarantee that woman's life or death."

Yan Qiuer's eyes turned cold, but there was a smile on his face: "The king of Huai'an, is he going to use a woman to coerce others into submitting?"

The King of Huai'an replied indifferently and confidently: "In order to achieve the goal, any means will be used."

"Heh." Yan Qiuer sneered, "Your Majesty's idea seems like a general's."

"To each other." King Huai'an turned a deaf ear to Yan Qiuer's ridicule.If it is said that his unscrupulousness is worthy of ridicule, then as a businessman, Yan Qiuer and the entire Yan family should be ridiculed.

Yan Qiuer scratched his head, took two steps forward, looked at King Huai'an and said, "That is to say, if I want to take Yan Ling out of this room without incident today, I can only kill you."

Unexpectedly, Yan Qiuer, who clearly understood the strength gap between the two sides, would say such a thing. King Huai'an found it interesting, nodded and said: "That's true."

"Oh, come on then." Yan Qiuer stretched his muscles and put on a posture.

The King of Huai'an tilted his head, thinking that this situation is rare, but it is also very interesting: "Qian Mian, give him your sword." As he said, King Huai'an also took out the software he had hidden in his waist.

"Yes, master." Qianmian was stunned, pulled out the software on his waist, stepped forward and handed it to Yan Qiuer, and gave Yan Qiuer a sympathetic look.

This Lord Wulang can't beat the Lord with bare hands, and if he uses a sword, he has no chance of winning.

Yan Qiuer didn't seem to mind the disparity in strength between the two, but was more interested in the soft sword she came into contact with for the first time, bending and flicking it, having fun.

King Huai'an stared at Yan Qiuer, who was playing by himself, for a while, then suddenly said, "If you like it, I will give it to you."

Hearing this, Yan Qiuer and Qian Mian were both taken aback.

Yan Qiuer flicked the soft sword with his fingers again, and asked King Huai'an, "Isn't this sword belonged to that one over there? Your Majesty can give it to others as you like?"

"I'm right."

Qian Mian gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Yes, if Mr. Wulang likes it, he will give it to Mr. Wulang."

"Oh." Yan Qiuer nodded, "Then I won't be polite."

Yan Qiuer's sentence was also a pun, and before he finished speaking, he raised his sword and stabbed Huai'an King.

Seeing Yan Qiuer's deceit, King Huai'an didn't feel displeased, he turned slightly sideways, and easily blocked Yan Qiuer's sword.

When the two swords collided, there was a crisp "clang" sound, and then Yan Qiuer's sword circled around Huai'an King's sword for half a circle, Yan Qiuer changed his backhand to hold the sword, and cut towards Huai'an King's throat.

King Huai'an threw his head back and bent over to avoid the blow.

Yan Qiuer's eyes lit up, taking advantage of the time when King Huai'an hadn't got up, he turned and ran towards Qian Mian and Yan Ling, raised his hand and threw out the soft sword in his hand.

Seeing the soft sword flying towards him, Qian Mian subconsciously pushed Yan Ling away, and at the same time dodged to the other side, but the moment he pushed Yan Ling away, Qian Mian was so regretful that his intestines turned green.

Yan Qiuer's plan to fight the King of Huai'an until the death is just a cover, he just wanted to find a chance to rescue Yan Ling.

"Run!" Yan Qiuer grabbed Yan Ling's hand, pulled Yan Ling and ran towards the door of the room.

"Where are you going!" King Huai'an yelled angrily, raised his foot to pick up a low table, turned around and kicked the low table towards Yan Qiu'er with a spin kick.

The King of Huai'an originally wanted to smash Yan Qiuer to the ground, and then stepped forward to compete with Yan Qiuer, but the clinker Yan Qiuer suddenly heard the wind in the back of his head suddenly tightened, and suddenly hugged Yan Ling and jumped. The force of the table smashing flew out.

With a sound of "crack", the door of the room was smashed by Yan Qiuer and Yan Ling who flew out. The two fell to the ground and rolled, smashed the railing of the corridor, and fell directly to the first floor.

While tumbling, Yan Qiuer smiled triumphantly at King Huai'an.

Who said you can only leave if you win?He lost, but also left.

With a muffled sound of "dong", Yan Qiuer smashed Yan Ling on the stage in the lobby on the first floor, causing the actors to run away screaming, and the people in the lobby looked over in fright. People who heard the voice also stepped out to find out.

Although unwilling, King Huai'an had no choice but to sneak away from the window on the other side with Qian Mian.

From upstairs to downstairs, Yan Qiuer didn't feel anything on his back when he landed on the ground, but his chest and abdomen hurt badly when Yan Ling hit him.

Yan Qiuer grinned and endured for a long time before saying to Yan Ling: "Sister Ling, you are so heavy."

Yan Ling, who had been frightened into a fool, came back to her senses and rolled down from Yan Qiuer's body. When she turned around and saw Yan Qiuer, who was in pain with a hideous face, tears welled up.

"Qiuer, Qiuer, are you okay?" Yan Ling wanted to help her eyeballs up, fearing that Yan Qiuer had broken a bone and couldn't move. She wanted to see where Yan Qiuer was injured but she didn't know where to start. The more panicked she became, the more Yan Ling cried, "Uncle! Uncle, come quickly! Qiu'er is injured! Uncle!"

"Qiuer!"

Hearing such a loud voice outside, Yan Sheng didn't think about anything else, he just thought who was causing the trouble again, because he was worried whether the person who caused the trouble was someone Yan Qiuer could deal with at this time, so Yan Sheng came out to have a look , but at this glance, Yan Qiuer was lying on the broken platform in the lobby, and Yan Ling was kneeling beside him with a dead expression.

Yansheng's breath was suffocated, and before his brain had time to react, his body had already jumped over the railing in the corridor, and he was beside Yan Qiuer in a trance.

"Qiuer?" Yan Sheng's voice trembled a little, he stood stiffly, he didn't even dare to squat down to check.

"Cough... I can't die... It's just that my intestines are smashed and sticky..." This woman, Yan Ling, looks so graceful and thin, why is she so heavy?Yan Qiu'er hugged her stomach so badly that she couldn't straighten up, she obviously thought it was funny, but when she opened her mouth at this moment, that smile was uglier than crying, it was extremely ferocious.

"Qiuer!" Yan Fusheng and Qin Jiu also ran down from the stairs on the other side, and rushed to Yan Qiuer's side in a hurry, "Qiuer, what are you doing?"

do what?What can he do.Yan Qiuer, who was surrounded by a group of people, felt dumbfounded.

"I'll just... try to see if this table is strong or not?"

Yan Fusheng was taken aback for a moment, then slapped Yan Qiuer lightly on the forehead, and said angrily: "Stinky boy! If you can still talk and laugh, get up quickly! It's scary!"

"I can't get up...intestine...intestine hurts..."

Gut pain?Yan Fusheng and Qin Jiu didn't meet each other, they looked at Yansheng one after another.

Yan Sheng's face remained expressionless for thousands of years, but only Yan Sheng knew that he was so frightened that he couldn't even make an expression.

Bending down to pick up Yan Qiuer with a sullen face, Yan Sheng turned around and walked upstairs.

"Wait...wait... let Lanfeng scare you...uh...it hurts..."

Yan Sheng turned a deaf ear to these words, but Yan Fusheng, who was following behind, paused, turned around and slapped Qin Jiu fiercely.

"Let Lan Feng scare people." After hastily saying this sentence, Yan Fusheng pulled the somewhat stupid Yan Ling and followed Yan Sheng's footsteps.