Liu Yilong retorted dissatisfiedly: "I can't fill in the 30 billion yuan? Nine-fingered magic gun! Ye Fan is just a little security guard, killing him at most millions. I can kill him with a blank check several times!"
"Master Long, in our killer world, there is a saying that everyone has a fixed hanging gold on their heads. Do you know how much hanging gold on Brother Fan's heads are?" asked the Nine Finger Spike coldly.
"He is just a little security guard. How much money can a head be worth? The worst thing is that it can be worth one million at most!"
"It's just one million? Do you look down on Brother Fan? Let me tell you! Brother Fan's head is 100,000, one million!" Jiufinger Spike retorted disdainfully.
"What one hundred thousand one million? Wouldn't that be...10 billion?" Liu Yilong's eyes widened and exclaimed incredibly.
"Master Long! Is your math taught by the physical education teacher? One hundred thousand million is equal to 100 billion! Your mere 30 billion worth of money, I want me to assassinate Brother Fan, whose head is as high as 100 billion? It's you
Smart, or am I stupid?" Jiufinger Ghost snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain.
"What? Ye Fan's head is as high as 100 billion yuan? This...how is this possible? Are you joking?" Liu Yilong exclaimed in shock.
A little security guard, the head is so valuable, are you going to the grave to burn newspapers and fooling around?
"Just kidding! I was almost cheated by you. How could I be in the mood to joke with you? Go and die!"
In a fit of anger, the Nine-fingered magic spear was so angry that it kicked Liu Yilong directly.
"Ouch--"
Liu Yilong screamed in a shrill voice, and his thin body curled up in a ball on the ground in pain, and his whole body shivered in pain.
At this moment, Ye Fan made a gesture of lighting a cigarette, and the Nine-Fingered Spike immediately reacted, then took out a pack of unique cigarettes at the first time, and said with a polite look on his face and said: "Brother Fan, this is my helper."
You can taste the unique cigarettes you buy and see how they taste?”
"Special cigarette? Nine-fingered magic gun! It seems that you have been doing well recently! Life is quite comfortable!" Ye Fan took the cigarette and joked.
"Where are you, just have a good time, come! Brother Fan, I'll light a cigarette for you!"
After saying that, the Nine Finger Spike carefully lit Ye Fan's cigarette with a lighter.
Seeing the nine-fingered magic gun of the leader of the killer world, he now pleasing Ye Fan like a lackey. Liu Yilong, who was standing beside him, stared at him with an extremely expression. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he believe that all this was true?
He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and cursed with anger: "Damn it! Is Ye Fan's head really worth 100 billion?"
"call--"
At this time, Ye Fan took a deep breath and slowly spit out the smoke.
In the smoke, his cold face looked particularly gloomy, giving people an unfathomable sense of mystery. No one knows what he was thinking at the moment.
He asked coldly while holding a cigarette, "Liu Yilong, I remember warning you before, letting you enjoy your old age and live a few more years, but why do you still have to cause trouble for me? Are you living too much
Long time, I want to go down early to report to King Yama?"
"Ye Fan, since ancient times, he has always been a success, a king and a defeated enemy. I fell into your hands. I am stupid and trusting villains. Otherwise, do you think you have the opportunity to be presumptuous in front of me?"
"Oh? From your tone, aren't you giving up?" Ye Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of chill, and he spoke coldly.
"Give up? I only fall into a trap because I trust villains! If you give me a chance to call me, I will definitely be able to turn defeat into victory and win the head of your head!" Liu Yilong looked dissatisfied and deliberately used a provocation.
Haha! Is it a way to provoke?
Ye Fan smiled disdainfully. He could see through Liu Yilong's trick at a glance, and he was not worried about who Liu Yilong could call him.
So he smiled faintly and said coldly: "Okay! I'll give you a chance to call!"
The Nine-Fingered Spike on the side couldn't help but worry, so he quickly reminded him: "Brother Fan, don't be fooled, this immortal is using the provocation technique! He wants to call a reinforcement!"
Damn it! This made the Nine-Fingered Spike discover? It seems that Ye Fan will not be fooled!