Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Standing silently behind the old man were two men in black, staring at Uncle Da with apprehensive expressions, waiting for the old man's order to arrest him.

Uncle Da who stood proudly was not afraid of this, but Old Wu who was hiding in the storage room frantically took out his mobile phone and dialed it.

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Since Yuyan was worrying about how to explain to Uncle Da that "Shang Heyin" suddenly became a baby, the phone began to sing.

"Hey! (#`O')"

"Master, it's me."

Old Wu lowered his voice and reported the situation in a low voice.

After hearing this from Yuyan's frown, he snorted coldly: "Idiot! What do I raise you for? Why don't you rush up and save Uncle Da?"

Old Wu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and begged for mercy in a low voice on the phone: "Master, how dare I! Those people are Kong Wu's powerful professional bodyguards. As for me, I only have one arm."

Cong Youyan stomped his feet angrily: "Idiot! Idiot! You have been with me for so long, when did you see that I was too rough regardless of my image? We are civilized people, so naturally we have to use our strength to fight, young people want There is martial virtue, do you understand?"

Old Wu thought: 'When did you become a civilized person?When did you stop being rough?When did Wude exist?Once you make a move, you will definitely be merciless, and your throat will be sealed with blood. 'But from Yu Yan's words, he didn't dare to refute. He could only hold the phone and humbly ask for instructions: "Master, what should I do next..."

Cong Youyan under the filter is undoubtedly perfect. After throwing away the skin care and beauty, this master who dared to take the life of Lord Yan is not a good person.Although he quarreled with Uncle Da every day, in his heart, he counted all the active population in Villa 08 under his wings.

Cong Youyan is an extremely defensive person.

He had already thought it over in his mind, this time, he must make Uncle Da owe him a big favor.

"Old Wu, you... you're like this, hurry up and go."

After finishing the order, Cong Youyan put down the phone contentedly, opened the shade, and smiled to the little assistant: "Little Jiang, hurry up and speed up, we are waiting for you at home."

Stared at by Cong Yuyan's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the assistant Xiao Jiang subconsciously shook his head, responded repeatedly, stepped up the accelerator, and went straight to Emerald Bay.

The lobby on the first floor of Villa No. 08.

With a sound of "squeak~", the wooden door of the storage room slowed down, and with a dry sound, it was pushed open by a pair of hands hidden behind it.

A dry and harsh voice floated faintly in the empty hall.

The old man who sat upright suppressed his unhappiness, turned his eagle eyes viciously, and shouted: "Who is it? You're sneaky, don't get out!"

The storage room was dark and as quiet as a chicken... The wooden door continued to swing around, opening and closing slowly.

Bodyguard A reacted immediately, "Kakaka" turned out a pistol with one hand and aimed it at the storage room.

Bodyguard B turned over to protect the old man, his palms filled with inner strength, and he looked around.

Uncle Da rolled his eyes and backed away quietly without making a sound.

The old man had such sharp eyesight that he immediately noticed that Uncle Da was retreating, and asked sharply, "You slave, what do you want to do?"

"Zheng, zheng, zheng, zheng..." There was a very regular knocking sound in the storage room. It seemed that a small copper hammer was hitting some kind of jade.

Bodyguard A had some knowledge, and a guess turned in his mind, and he yelled: "Master, it's not good, I probably encountered a Gu insect."

Before the people on the sofa could react, Uncle Da retreated to the end of the hall, rolled on the spot, flashed into the storage room, and closed the wooden door.

Amidst the lightning and flint, a group of indistinguishable species of black bugs poured into the house from all directions, continuously, and bit the elderly, bodyguards, and women in dense numbers.

The entire hall was instantly covered with a layer of glossy black.

Black worms of different shades form a terrifying twilight formation. A leading black unicorn, vibrating its wings, flies to the top of the chandelier. A pair of green compound eyes stares closely at the old man in the middle of the sofa. After identifying the mission, the unicorn The fangs in the mouth were constantly rubbing against the front paws, knocking on the skull, making a "click, click, click" sound.

The rest of the beetles under the chandelier received the signal and rushed straight at the old man's face, focusing on the delicate folds of the body.

Xia Fang was terrified, shrank on the floor and shivered.She grew up so big, she only cared about her family's shortcomings, and she had never encountered such a situation before.

'Is this shooting a fantasy movie?Where is the hidden camera?How should I escape! Xia Fang covered her face with both hands, the outside of her elbow was badly bitten, but she bit her lower lip, not daring to scream, for fear that these horrible insects would get into her stomach to eat flesh and drink blood.

In the storage room.

Uncle Da patted the dust on his clothes, squatted down, and followed Old Wu to watch the surveillance images on his mobile phone.

When Uncle Da saw these people rolling, howling, and trembling after being devoured by the black beetles, he widened his eyes, "I didn't expect these gentle little bugs to be so powerful!"

Old Wu also widened his eyes, remembering that the chief culprit who caused him to become disabled, a certain poison doctor, lowered his head and sighed, "Who said it wasn't! The bugs raised by the master must be different from ordinary bugs. So I said , if the skills are not as good as others, it is better to keep a low profile, so as not to cause a fatal disaster."

Uncle Da smiled softly: "You seem to be very touched."

Old Wu rubbed his nose with his remaining arm, but didn't answer.

Uncle Da asked again: "When will your master arrive?"

Old Wu sighed: "Hurry up, we are already on our way."

Uncle Da felt that he was a few years older and couldn't be as angry as a child. After a second pause, he still spoke, "Thank you for helping me out this time."

Old Wu breathed with a smile: "Oh, this is all the master's ability, it has nothing to do with me."

Thinking about the seemingly out-of-the-ordinary young man who could step up to the top at critical moments, Uncle Da smacked his lips, expressing his hope secretly: "It would be great if he was a girl."

Old Wu rubbed his chin: "The key is that ordinary girls need others to protect them, maybe they are not suitable for Shang Shao."

Uncle Da raised his eyebrows, obviously not happy.

This topic can only end there.

The two were silent for a few minutes, and they didn't dare to go out to provoke the bugs, so they could only continue their awkward chat in the storage room.

At the last moment when the topic was about to disappear, I heard the voice of the Bobo tablet: "Welcome home, Mr. Cong. Do you need Bobo to adjust the temperature?"

Then the two heard angry curses coming from the hall.

"Who gave you the guts to come and make trouble in my mansion?"

"The master is back!" Old Wu's face brightened, his natural servility was undoubtedly revealed.

Uncle Da curled his lips, a little disdainful, and looked down on this kind of people in his heart.

The two left the storage room one after the other.

Sure enough, I saw Cong Youyan hugging the limp Shang Heyin, followed by a little assistant, getting angry in the hall.

The black beetle on the chandelier flapped its wings and flew to Cong Youyan's shoulder, rubbing its fangs.

Cong Youyan blew a whistle, and countless black beetles struggled to push out the small single-person sofa. Cong Youyan carefully placed Shang Heyin on the sofa, freeing his hands to flick the wall of the vat washed with a sapphire brush.

With the sound of "Zheng, ZHANG, ZHANG, ZHANG...", the black beetles covering the intruder's body receded like a tide, and the black beetles guarded Cong Youyan's feet, densely packed, so scary.

The silk and satin gown of the old man who was seated at the head had been bitten and torn into pieces, and the exposed skin was also red and swollen in large areas.

The rest of the people were in a mess. Seeing the beetle recede, the bodyguard dared to stand up, resisting the itching of the skin, and helped the old man to sit down reluctantly.

The old man sat with his face swollen and bruised and purple, panting unsteadily, looking at the man in a long gown in Chinese clothes, he looked very interesting.

It's a pity that the handsome man in ancient costume described his demeanor as not gentle. Strictly speaking, this handsome man in ancient costume with his nostrils upturned and his hands on his hips has an arrogant attitude.

Emerald Bay is relatively close to the nearest national protected wetland, and this handsome man in ancient costume who suddenly appeared has an evil aura, and his spells are also used to drive Gu worms.

In short, the handsome man is not quite like a god of the fairy family, but more like a ghost practicing in the mountains.

Reminiscent of the primate mandrill introduced in the recent radio drama, which is used to changing and scary; coupled with the final warning from the leader of the dark dragon to himself, the old man secretly has a calculation in his heart.

The old man who forced himself to be calm held his crutches firmly, held his breath, coughed twice, and asked, "I am Shang Heyin's second grandfather, who are you?"

Standing in the foyer, Cong Youyan plucked his ears and sneered: "I asked you why you broke into my mansion, but you asked me who I am? Well, today is also a long memory for you. Since you asked for advice sincerely Now, I will tell you mercifully, who am I!"

Following the last word, it landed with a clang, and two silver needles popped out from You Yan's hand, one left and one right, and flew towards the old man's eyes at the same time.

When did the old man see a fight where he immediately turned his back on a disagreement, and seeing that he couldn't escape, he sighed inwardly --- what a formidable young man!Close your eyelids and wait to die.

The bodyguard sitting paralyzed on the ground was startled by the speed of Cong Youyan's hand. After he realized it, it was too late to rush forward to protect his master.

When Uncle Da saw it, he yelled in fright: "Mr. Cong, please be merciful!"

The time tunnel in the air seems to have been opened a gap, two silver lights, like lightning, with the dark wind after friction, without any hesitation, go straight to the target along the parabola.

Unable to bear the pressure, the old man's Adam's apple slid a few times.

Everyone's hearts rose to their throats together.

The silver needle seemed to have eyes. At the critical moment when it was close to the old man's eyelid, it barely stopped. The pointed tip lightly scratched the eyelid, and then went back the same way.

The old man suffered a pain, and the constricted meridians all over his body suddenly let go, and the crutch that he had been holding in his hand fell quietly to the ground, and the cold sweat that had been hidden for a long time burst out, soaking his clothes instantly.

Seeing that the Patriarch narrowly escaped death, Uncle Da and the bodyguard's expressions eased at the same time, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Cong Youyan recalled the silver needle with one hand, put his back on his hips, and laughed loudly: "The Poison Sage of Medicine Valley - Cong Youyan, this is the name of this deity, now you remember it clearly?"