Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

'Poison saint?Judging by his skills and clothes, he looks like a fan of ancient styles.However, the behavior is like a patient with advanced epilepsy.Could it be that this guy is a reclusive master who has read too many martial arts books, so his spirit is a bit abnormal. '

The old man took the tissue from the bodyguard, wiped the blood on his eyelids, and redefined Cong Youyan in his heart---this person is definitely a lunatic.

'Better!Otherwise, how can I explain to the people of Dark Dragon.As long as this lunatic is handed over, the anger of the dark dragon can be suppressed.The family property can also be kept. After the old man made up his mind, he said slowly, "Uncle Da, help me up."

Uncle Da responded, walked over with dignity, and helped the old man up.

The old man laughed and didn't mind. He got up and walked to Cong Youyan, looked him up and down for a moment, and said, "I'm Xiaohe's second grandfather. Although I'm not the same branch, I can still be regarded as his elder."

Cong Youyan bent his lips and snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "There are also many people who deceive the world and steal their names."

Old Master Shang didn't care, and continued to smile: "May I ask where the sage practiced? Many hermits I know are practicing hard in the mountains, and it's rare to see them once a year; it's rare to see someone like you who has entered the world. It can be seen It's something genuine."

Cong Youyan is no longer a stunned young man who just arrived in Baodi. After digesting the memories left by the original owner, he has long been accustomed to the thinking of modern people.

After hearing Mr. Shang's slightly respectful question, I felt very good in my heart, and felt that this old guy had some good eyesight, and was quite different from other coquettish sluts.

"It's easy to say, easy to say." From Youyan's palms facing each other, clasped in parallel, raised them in front of his eyebrows, bent down, and performed half a junior salute, "Since you are Yin'er's elder, I will give you a face. When I come to propose marriage, remember to seal me a big red envelope."

"Ask for marriage? Who are you marrying?" Mr. Shang was a little confused, he turned around and asked Xia Fang who had just gotten up from the ground, "Does our family have girls of the right age?"

Xia Fang was used to seeing gossip and wrongs in the mansion gate, and when she heard this moment, she felt a little enlightened. She glanced at Shang Heyin who was unconscious on the sofa, and cautiously replied: "Second Uncle, this hero looks Maybe it’s not a girl from our family.”

"Oh oh oh!" Mr. Shang didn't ask any further. In his heart, as long as it wasn't a girl from the Shang family, it would be fine, and he didn't speculate in other directions at all.

It has to be said that Xia Fang's answers are extremely skillful, and the generation gap between the next generation is sometimes easy to cause misunderstandings.

Mr. Shang paused on his crutches, and walked a few steps slowly, "If you get married, as long as there is an invitation to come to your door, there will naturally be a gift for you. I will follow a big brother, okay?"

Cong Youyan smiled, very satisfied, "It's settled!" With a wave of his hand, he pulled out a small bug from behind the old man's ear and put it in his sleeve.

Mr. Shang is old-sighted, and suddenly saw a small bug flying out from behind his ear, his eyelids hurt, his heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't help cursing inwardly: "Oh grass, what the hell was that little black bug just now?"

You Yan generously took out a plastic bag, blatantly took out the medicine pancakes, broke them into pieces, and fed them to the worms in his hands. He gave old man Shang a sideways look: "If you're smart, I won't make things difficult for you."

"..." He had just seen the nameless little black bug coming out from behind his ear, and Mr. Shang finally felt a little afraid of the young man in front of him, his legs trembled, and he took a few steps back slightly.

Cong Youyan smiled: "Don't worry, since you have given in and admitted your mistake, I will spare you a lot, get out!"

Knowing that this person is nervous, moody, and aggressive.Old Master Shang twitched the corners of his mouth and had to endure it, not daring to think about fooling around anymore.

It's just... the dark dragon still has to answer.Mr. Shang made up his mind to only pass on this news, his family members could not come forward, and he definitely could not wade into this muddy water.

Now that you have made a decision, it's time to say goodbye.

Master Shang made a few perfunctory remarks and led Xia Fang out.

Before the gate closed, Cong Youyan folded his hands into a trumpet and shouted loudly: "Hey, old man! Although you have a bad stomach and always want to hurt others, you must be strong and live on. I'm still waiting for your red envelope , you'd better start preparing now!"

Mr. Shang, who was just about to step on the pedal of the car, paused, did not look back, shook his clothes that had been shredded into strips, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Cong Yuyan greeted Lao Wu to close the door, looked up with his hips on his back and smiled, "This old ghost, still wants to play tricks with me? It's all left over from my previous play."

Old Wu bent down and smiled apologetically: "Master is wise. But, let them go like this? It's too cheap for them."

"How could I let them go, it's just that I didn't receive the red envelope, so it's not worthwhile to let him die immediately." Cong Youyan flicked the stupid hair on the top of his head, flicked his fingertips, and said inscrutably: "But Well, I still need to be punished a little."

Old Wu still wanted to ask.

Cong Yuyan waved his hand, "Don't ask, just watch the news tomorrow, hahaha."

Uncle Da looked worriedly at Shang Heyin who was in a coma, and interrupted someone's wild laughter angrily: "What's wrong with the young master, why don't you hurry over to help, why don't you smirk like a smirk?"

……

The car carrying Mr. Shang was speeding along the road around the mountain.

After Mr. Shang dialed the exclusive number, he was overwhelmed by the other party's anger, so he had to say a few words of apology with a smile on his face.

After putting down the phone, the old man rubbed his forehead and sighed: "Xiao Wang, drive slowly, I'm a little dizzy."

Bodyguard A who was sitting on the side was a little annoyed, "Master, it's all caused by Shang Laosan, why should they insult us..."

Xia Fang shrank to one side, not daring to raise her head.

Mr. Shang had a gloomy face, and took a look at Xia Fang: "You can be regarded as the third son of Shang who is on the top of his heart, why don't you understand the truth that a wife is a good husband and a misfortune is rare? Can you write two Shang characters in one stroke?" ? Xiaohe is also a descendant of our family, so you just let the eldest son bully him and pretend not to see?"

Xia Fang made a small fuss, and hurriedly admitted her mistake, "I know. Second uncle, it's just that Xiaowei is still in the hands of those people, what should we do."

The whites of Master Shang's cloudy eyes leaked a chill: "Hmph~ the rest of the matter is not for you, a woman, to bother. Xiaowei will definitely return home safely. You take care of your own housework, and you will be fine. It's done."

Xia Fang frowned slightly, but didn't dare to talk too much. While thinking wildly, the mobile phone in Kun's bag rang.

As soon as she pressed the call button, her husband's intermittent crying came from the phone.

Xia Fang sat up straight immediately, and her voice became urgent: "What! Liangzhi, speak slowly, what's wrong with you?"

At the same time, the wheels of the car suddenly bumped a few times, as if something was pressing on it.

The driver, Xiao Wang, hurriedly stepped on the brakes, looked around, and asked strangely, "What's going on? Although this is a suburban area, why would a little wolf cub come out?"

Master Shang slowly opened his tightly closed eyelids, glanced at the pool of flesh and blood under the wheel through the car glass, and raised his hand: "Xiao Wang, hurry up, don't worry about it."

The car didn't start.

Xiao Wang's teeth were chattering, and he pointed forward with trembling fingers: "Master, master! Yes, there are wolves!"

Wolves?

This is the outskirts of the city, where did the wolves come from?

Master Shang and Xia Fang stared wide-eyed and looked out the window together.

The huge black-backed wolf stood up slowly from under the shadow of the trees beside the road, and several other gray-backed wolves came out from behind the trees and the grass one by one.

Pairs of animal pupils shone with a green oily light among the trees.

The first wolf jumped in front of the car, lowered his body and bared his teeth in demonstration.

The black reverse hairs standing up on the wolf's head, and the violent smell exuding from the sharp claws all show that this black wolf is not to be trifled with.

The wolf leader stood in front of the car, looked down at the wolf cub under the wheel, arched lovingly, sniffed it, and tried to drag the wolf cub out of the tire.

After it licked all the blood and stains of the wolf cub into its stomach, the black wolf's small triangular eyes revealed unspeakable grief. It flicked its lean and powerful tail, raised its head angrily and howled.

The remaining dozen or so gray wolves also jumped off the road, divided into two teams, and gradually entered the eyes of everyone.

Master Shang's body went limp, and he slumped on the back chair, speechless.

Xia Fang wanted to run away, but she couldn't do anything except scream.

The driver, Xiao Wang, was stared at by the black wolf's animal eyes outside the window, peed in fright, and tremblingly pressed the car's alarm button.

Bodyguards A and B looked dignified, immediately loaded their pistols, and got out of the car.

The road was only two feet wide, except for the big tree where the black wolf was hiding, it was covered with low shrubs.

Why these wolves came here, and why the wolf cubs would suddenly come out, no one is thinking about it~ Everyone only cares about when the police uncle will arrive, and whether the two bodyguard brothers can last until the police uncle arrives.

The wolf in black fur shook its huge head, without looking at the black-clothed bodyguard, with a pair of triangular eyes, it was staring at Master Shang in the back seat, and the corners of its sharp mouth were constantly drooling.

The gun in the hand of the bodyguard can't hold back the loneliness, Pia! ! !Hei Yijia aimed at Hei Lang's eyebrows and fired the first shot.

With a flash of his waist, Hei Lang jumped up, jumped on top of the head of the bodyguard, and pressed down his front paws hard!

Eyeballs raised with sharp claws, blood flew into the air, accompanied by a wail from the bodyguard armor, resounding through the sky!

……

Cong Youyan was doing moxibustion for Shang Heyin, when the sound of gunshots passed through the forest and entered Building 08, he raised his eyebrows and smiled unkindly.

The hot moxa sticks burrowed into the skin along the acupuncture points, properly protecting the meridians.Shang Heyin felt the heat churning in his stomach pushing out the cold air, and his body gradually warmed up.

Shang Heyin sighed comfortably, and just wanted to turn his head to ask what the gunshot was about.

In the ears, there was a more intense voice.

"Plop~!" "Ah~!" "pia!" "Aw~"

Crows and sparrows flapped their wings in a panic to flee for their lives after being frightened, human beings screamed pitifully after being injured, beasts burst out roaring when disturbed by gunshots, and all kinds of sounds mixed together, which was extremely ear-piercing.

Uncle Da, Old Wu, stopped their work and looked towards the source of the sound---the surrounding forest of Emerald Bay.

The moxa stick was still burning, so Shang Heyin could only continue to lie down with his head buried. When he heard someone beside him laughing, he knew it --- this matter definitely did not happen suddenly, and someone's handwriting was indispensable in it.