Looking at the proprietress who was rushing towards Jun Wuhuan, Chu Ling turned her head and held her arms leisurely. The smile on Jun Wuhuan's lips was cold. The proprietress rushed to Jun Wuhuan and stopped her footsteps just a few steps. The knife in her hand was tightly held in her hand, but she was reluctant to chop it down. Because a chopstick in Jun Wuhuan's hand was facing her slender neck, only an inch away from her throat.

The boss's wife's face was pale. Of course, she knew that as long as she dared to take a step forward, the chopstick could directly pierce his throat. The boss's wife stared at the sick man with a cold smile in front of her, biting her lip and said, "If you have the ability, you can kill me!"

Jun Wuhuan sneered, "If you dare to look at A Ling with your eyes again, I will not kill you but I will really dig your eyes." For this vicious widow who is famous in the world, those eyes are the most proud and proud of her life, and even something more important than her face. When he heard Jun Wuhuan's words, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but more of it was resentment.

She killed three husbands one after another and killed several famous figures in the world, but she could still open a black shop here freely. It can be seen that she is still a little capable. She claims to be able to play with men in her palms, but now she is mocked and threatened by Jun Wuhuan so contemptuously, and even mentions the sixth son of the Yu family who is the first shame in her life. This is like a blatant humiliation for a proud woman.

But Jun Wuhuan obviously did not intend to care about the thoughts of a woman who was not important at all.

"No!" The shopkeeper next to him finally couldn't help but shout.

Everyone's eyes immediately hit him, and Chu Ling looked at the shopkeeper in front of him with curiosity, who seemed very cowardly and inconspicuous. If it weren't for his quick and quick skill just now, Chu Ling could hardly see what he had to do with the man Jun Wuhuan said that he killed his wife and killed his son.

Jun Wuhuan's eyes looked over calm, but it made people feel cold for no reason.

The shopkeeper suppressed Jun Wuhuan's pressure and raised his head, saying, "Young Master Changli, please... please forgive me..."

"Shut up!" The boss lady said sternly, interrupting the shopkeeper's words fiercely. The shopkeeper looked at the boss lady, turned his head to look at Jun Wuhuan, and his feet softened and knelt on the ground in front of Jun Wuhuan. "Young Master Changli, please spare her." The boss lady was obviously angry by the shopkeeper's attitude of begging for mercy, and screamed: "Shut up! Even if I die, I don't need you, a coward, to plead with me!"

The shopkeeper looked at her with a sad look and said leisurely: "Aman, stop making trouble... We have done wrong these years, these years, and it's enough... Mr. Changli, today we are not afraid to provoke Mr. Changli, and beg him to spare our lives in large quantities. I... I am willing to give all the property we have accumulated over the years to Mr. Changli."

Jun Wuhuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Oh?" said the shopkeeper: "I know that Mr. Changli is rich in the world, and I must not be short of this little money. But... this is everything we can take. Aman was killed by me and would go the wrong way. Please spare her life. I, I am willing to die!" Seeing that he spoke sincerely and his expression was very heroic, Jun Wuhuan's expression calmed a little, and he said: "Since that's the case, tell me where you hide your wealth. If this is the case, I will give you a way out. If this young master is satisfied, it's nothing to let you go."

The shopkeeper nodded quickly, and moved a few steps towards Qian in a kneeling position to Jun Wuhuan, lowered his voice and said, "Go back to the young master, we hide things..." Jun Wuhuan leaned forward a little bit, listened carefully to the shopkeeper's words, but saw that the originally cowardly expression on the shopkeeper's face suddenly changed. Chu Ling knew that there was a change, and before he could remind Jun Wuhuan, the boss lady next to him had already slashed at him with a knife. Chu Ling turned his head slightly and said impatiently: "Get out!" As soon as the Liuyue knife came out, the knife in the boss lady's hand broke into two pieces. Chu Ling kicked her out with a kick, hitting the only table not far away. The powerful momentum turned the table into a bunch of waste materials to accompany the boss lady.

The smile on the shopkeeper on the other side was not maintained, and the smile on his face became stiff the next moment.

A slender and thin hand blocked him, but his slender and powerful finger was pressing against the hidden weapon in his hand. No matter how hard he tried, the finger seemed to have grown in that place. No matter how hard it was, the hidden weapon that made him a sharp weapon turn over was naturally useless.

"You?!" The shopkeeper's face was pale and sweated like rain.

Jun Wuhuan stretched out his other hand, took the hidden weapon box from the shopkeeper's hand and looked at it, and threw it aside disapprovingly. Before, the hand of the hidden weapon was brushed by the shopkeeper's wrist in an understatement. The shopkeeper wailed and fell to the ground with his hand in his hand, "You...you..." He looked at Jun Wuhuan as if he was looking at a ghost.

Jun Wuhuan looked at her from a high point and said lightly: "Do you think I would believe in someone who would kill his wife and his son?" Hu Po was still not eating his son. The shopkeeper did not hesitate to kill his wife and his blood and blood for a woman. How could Jun Wuhuan believe that he was really a cowardly person who could only beg for mercy?

The cowardly expression on the shopkeeper's face finally faded away, and he sneered, "Young Master Changli is really amazing." Jun Wuhuan said lightly, "No matter how you compliment me, you will never escape death when you meet you today." The shopkeeper's expression was a little stiff, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I keep my word. The Young Master Changli is willing to let us live a life. All the money we cut down over the years is given to Young Master Changli. Although not as much as Young Master Changli, it is definitely not a small amount."

"I'm not short of money." Jun Wuhuan said lightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with the shopkeeper's bargaining chips. "You have done so many evil years and you have been lucky enough to survive to this day. Today, your family of three is on the road together. I believe you should be satisfied."

"What... what family of three?" The shopkeeper's face changed slightly and said anxiously. The boss's wife who was kicked to the corner of the wall by Chu Ling also struggled to get up. Chu Ling picked up a pen on the table and threw it over. The boss's wife who was struggling immediately lay flat on the ground with no movement. Jun Wuhuan smiled faintly and said, "You couple are quite interesting. All parents in the world are looking forward to the good of their children. You have taken him to burn, kill, rob and abuse since childhood. Now that he has such an end, you must be satisfied?"

"Don't touch him!" cried the shopkeeper, "He has nothing to do with us, but I just captured the slaves I ordered!"

Jun Wuhuan snorted lightly and said, "Since that's the case, you shouldn't care even more. Could it be that people like you will still feel compassionate?" The shopkeeper glared angrily, his eyes faintly covered in blood. How could he look like the earnest and cowardly shopkeeper just now? He glared at Jun Wuhen fiercely, as if a wolf that reached the end, "How do you want to let him go?"

Jun Wuhuan smiled at him indifferently and asked, "A Ling, what do you think these three people should deal with?"

Chu Ling said, "If every sentence you said is true, then you should naturally be killed." Jun Wuhuan smiled at her and said, "A Ling said yes." As soon as he finished speaking, he shot at the young guy whose hand was nailed to the counter with a knife. The guy just let out a muffled groan and slipped to the ground without any sound.

"Zhi'er!" The shopkeeper screamed in grief and anger, struggling to pounce on him and die with Jun Wuhuan. However, his wrist was already broken by Jun Wuhuan. The more he was angry, the more embarrassed he became. Chu Ling walked over and reached out to grab the clothes on his shoulder and threw it away, causing him to fall beside the boss's wife and be with her.

Jun Wuhuan did not talk to them anymore, and directly drew out his soft sword and killed two lives with one sword. The few people next to him who had already struggled to get up were hiding at the corner of the wall. Originally, they only showed fear and expressions had completely turned into despair. Originally, they thought that these two people had a chance to escape if they fought with those three people, but they didn't expect that Jun Wuhuan actually solved the three people without any effort. Now... is this, is it their turn?

Jun Wuhuan looked at them with a smile and said lightly: "Don't you get out yet, wait for me to invite you?"

Everyone was stunned. After a while, they realized what Jun Wuhuan said. They looked at each other without caring about whether he was true or not. They quickly helped each other stand up and rushed to escape.

There were only two people left in the dark hut. It was raining heavily outside the house, but there were three corpses and blood in the room. Chu Ling sighed and asked, "Since Nangong Yuyue has offered a reward for chasing you all over the world, what are you planning to do now? We are afraid we can't live in this place anymore."

Jun Wuhuan laughed and said, "It's okay. A Ling, at least we have enough rooms to live in now. It's raining, so why not stay here for one night and wait until the rain stops tomorrow before leaving?" Chu Ling twitched speechlessly, lowered his head and glanced at the three corpses on the ground. But looking at the heavy rain outside, Chu Ling turned around and walked towards the guest room behind. As for how to deal with the corpses outside? That was Jun Wuhuan's business.

The next day, when Chu Ling came out of the room, the lobby was cleaned up, and there was no trace of blood on the ground. Chu Ling glanced at the people who were respectfully putting breakfast on the table and sweeping the floor with a diligent wiping. He looked at Jun Wuhuan, who was already sitting by the table with a refreshing look on his face, "Are you really afraid that they would poison us to death?" Of course, Jun Wuhuan would not have cleaned up this place. Obviously, he had caught the people who had let go back. Whether it was cleaning the room and dealing with the bodies or cooking it was their credit.

Unexpectedly, those people were so scared that they shook when they heard Chu Ling's words. They knelt down on the ground with a bang, "Young Master, I dare not! Young Master Changli, please spare my life!" Chu Ling looked at Jun Wuhuan with some surprise, but Jun Wuhuan had no intention of explaining, and smiled and said, "A Ling, sit down and have dinner. After breakfast, we should set off." Chu Ling didn't mind, shrugged and walked to the opposite Jun Wuhuan to sit down and start having breakfast.

After cleaning the place for half a night, several people who had made breakfast for the morning were finally let go by Jun Wuhuan. The few people didn't care about resentment or something, and ran away gratefully, and secretly swore in their hearts that they must leave this place far this time and never want to see Jun Wuhuan again in their life.

Chu Ling held his chin and looked at Jun Wuhuan, saying curiously: "What have you done to them, making them so afraid of you?" Jun Wuhuan shook his head and heard the sound, "A Ling misunderstood me. I just gave them some principles of being a human being."

Chu Ling looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Since that's the case, what are you trying to do now?" Seeing that he cleaned up the place, it didn't look like he was about to leave but more like he was planning to stay. Jun Wuhuan smiled and said, "Has A Ling opened an inn?"

"..." Chu Ling looked at him speechlessly, and Jun Wuhuan laughed: "Although I have run many inns, I have never done the job of being a shopkeeper myself. I have never opened a black store. Don't A Ling find it very interesting?"

A Ling said he didn't see it, but Mr. Changli said happily, "A Ling, it's quite hard to get someone to chase him. We might as well wait for them here."

"..." Just be as you are happy.

Although Jun Wuhuan pulled Chu Ling to open a black shop, he was very tactful and did not ask Chu Ling to manage the inn with him. Of course, there was nothing to manage at first. Before those people were let go, they had cleaned the inn inside and out. Chu Ling sat in the corner of the lobby with interest, looking through a thick account book full of black accounts, while watching how Jun Wuhuan planned to run the inn.

Soon Chu Ling discovered that Jun Wuhuan was indeed a black shop and had no professional ethics.

Passers-by who looked like real ordinary people persuaded them to leave directly. Those who were just here to find fault, or simply came for them, knocked them out and all of them were suppressed, and they threw them into an empty room behind the lobby. They couldn't even give them a glass of water. Fortunately, there were not many ordinary people who liked to walk around outside. All day long, Jun Wuhuan sent away three ordinary people with graceful smiles and gentle and harmless appearance, knocked out eleven people from all over the world who were ill-hearted.

Chu Ling looked at the room with great interest, and more than a dozen people were lying in the already small room. Jun Wuhuan was very uneasy when he threw people, and some simply threw them on others. The people below were crushed to death and could not help but let them move.

Chu Ling squatted beside a young man, dragging his chin to look at him. The young man glared at Chu Ling fiercely and said angrily: "What are you looking at? Be careful that the uncle will kill you!" Chu Ling didn't care and smiled casually. Kill me? You have to be able to move.

A middle-aged man in his early forties next to him was very sensible and smiled politely at Chu Ling. He seemed to be trying hard to squeeze out a kind smile, "Little brother, you... who are you? Can you let us go first? What are you going to say?"

"Okay." Chu Ling said very simply and generously.

The middle-aged man was stunned and said unexpectedly: "Are you willing to let us go?"

Chu Ling had already reached out to touch several acupoints on his body. The middle-aged man was stunned and soon found that he had recovered his freedom. He stood up calmly and smiled and said, "Little brother, thank you so much. You are such a good person."

Chu Ling smiled and said, "Do you want to repay me?"

The middle-aged man said, "This is natural, I will never thank you for your kindness. Little brother, just say whatever you want." Chu Ling touched his chin and said, "You are such a good person." The middle-aged man made sure that there was nothing abnormal in his body, and immediately showed a satisfied smile on his face. He said kindly to Chu Ling: "By the way, little brother, you haven't told me yet, who is your name?"

Chu Ling said: "I am Xiao Ling, the servant who follows the young master."

The middle-aged man was a little disappointed, "So he is a servant." Chu Ling didn't mind and smiled and said, "Although I am a servant, I will not be there soon. Am I not your benefactor? I am waiting for you to repay me."

The middle-aged man took a step back and heard the sound of gentle footsteps outside the door not far away. He smiled at Chu Ling: "Okay, little brother, don't worry, I will repay you. I will repay you if I have the chance. Please help me block that person first!" Before he finished speaking, he had already pushed Chu Ling hard. Then he turned around without any nostalgia and rushed towards the window.

The windows in this room are open, and there are mountains and forests outside. As long as he goes out and goes into the mountains and forests, no matter how high the martial arts man is, he may not be able to find him. Wait until he finds his helper...

Before his hand could touch the window frame, a gust of wind was coming from behind. A severe pain came from the bend of his left leg, and the middle-aged man's legs couldn't help but soften and lay down at the window.

"What are you doing?" Jun Wuhuan held a man in one hand and held Chu Ling with the other hand and rushed into his body. Chu Ling sighed and said, "The world is getting worse and worse, but people's hearts are not old. I saw that he was uncomfortable and kind enough to let him go, but I didn't expect him to push me."

Jun Wuhuan laughed and said, "He pushed you must be the most wrong decision in his life." He threw the person on the ground casually. Jun Wuhuan looked down at the middle-aged man who was lying on the window, dragging one of his left leg and commented: "A Ling's method of sucking acupoints and cutting pulses is good."

Chu Ling smiled and said, "I'm also a little curious. Is it his light skills fast or my hand fast? Didn't you say that his light skills are very good?" Jun Wuhuan sighed helplessly, "It's my fault. I forgot that Ah Ling's current strength has long been incomparable, but some people have been standing still and even regressing."

The middle-aged man waited for Jun Wuhuan angrily and said sternly: "Who are you? What kind of conspiracy is there to catch us?"

Jun Wuhuan looked at him with a smile, turned around and walked towards the chair leaning against the wall, but saw that Chu Ling had already sat down there, and looked at the room full of men in high spirits.

Jun Wuhuan suddenly became a little unhappy.

When Jun Wuhuan was unhappy, it was difficult for others to be happy. Jun Wuhuan looked at the people in the room who could only fight with him with his eyes, and smiled calmly, "Aren't you all here to look for me? Why can't you bear it now when I'm in front of you?"

Everyone was stunned, and then they realized that the young scholar in front of them looked sallow and pale, except for the handsome face, who seemed to be useless, was the young master Changli who they were looking for these days.

In the eyes of these people, Changli Gongzi is not just a simple person. In their eyes, Jun Wuhuan is clearly countless silver bills. Therefore, everyone's eyes looked at Jun Wuhuan with a little more greed and passion. Unfortunately, they forgot that the current situation was that they had become the prisoner of others.

"I don't understand what the young master is saying. We were caught by the young master just by passing by. Don't you think this is too much?" The middle-aged man said calmly. Jun Wuhuan didn't force him, but just turned his head and smiled at Chu Ling: "A Ling, we have to do everything ourselves along the way. Is it really hard for you to find a group of people to serve you?"

Chu Ling pointed to the people on the ground and said, "Don't tell me, these are the people you are looking for?"

Jun Wuhuan nodded and said, "What? Are Ah Ling not satisfied?"

"I can't afford these people," Chu Ling said sincerely. She was not very interested in the service of a group of people who wanted their lives to receive the rewards. She just didn't know why Mr. Changli had such a bad taste. Jun Wuhuan laughed and said, "A Ling was worried that they would rebel? This A Ling could rest assured. The people in my hands would naturally be able to train them in a very obedient way. Not to mention rebel, even if you ask them to kill their relatives, friends and teachers, they would do it obediently."

Chu Ling couldn't help but remain silent when he thought that Jun Wuhuan had changed those people in half a night.

Everyone who was thrown on the ground couldn't help but feel a chill on their heads, and they always felt a bad feeling.
Chapter completed!