Meng Xiaoan thought for a few seconds and then smiled and said, "You seem to have some complaints about me?"
Bronze suddenly lowered his face and said: "What's the point of complaining? Before you died, you were already worthy of the tens of thousands of words of Amitabha that the Buddha recited to you."
Meng Xiaoan smiled and chose silence very smartly.
When Meng Xiaoan and Qingtong talked when they returned to Southwest China, Meng Xiaoan said quietly: "It's better to have your own territory." The next sentence continued: "It's better to have your own girl be more beautiful."
Meng Xiaoan and Qingtong didn't go anywhere that night but found a hotel room to sleep.
I have been doing sports between men and women all night, and it seems that those who don't make this sport popular will not give up and die with a sigh of relief.
The next day Meng Xiaoan felt sore in his back and weak in strength, while Bronze showed strong fighting ability at first, and last night Meng Xiaoan was injured by her.
Meng Xiaoan said feebly: "I only need to do it three times."
Bronze glanced at him and said kindly: "Go to sleep well, I'll go find someone to play with."
"Yeah, OK."
After Bronze left, Meng Xiaoan fell asleep on the bed, replenishing his sleep.
"You don't even let me sleep, so why are you embarrassing me so much? You sent people to kill me as soon as you returned to Beijing. You really think highly of me." Meng Xiaoan suddenly opened his eyes, with a helpless and self-deprecating smile on his lips.
His sudden words startled his assassin who was approaching him at the risk, but Meng Xiaoan didn't give him a chance at all. He suddenly pressed down with his left hand and shot out of his body. A sharp thunderbolt spin kicked the guy directly into the wall.
Meng Xiaoan followed him like a shadow, stuck one foot on his neck, and said in a casual tone: "You sent such a good killer to kill me? Are you looking down on me because of your kindness?"
This killer with a crew cut and sharp eyes was looking at Meng Xiaoan in shock. It was not that he was not good enough, but that Meng Xiaoan's movements were too fast. He had no time to react before he was reduced to a hornet's nest.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to put my feet back." Meng Xiaoan put his feet back with a smile.
After the man landed, the corner of his mouth twitched and he did not dare to have any thoughts about Meng Xiaoan.
"Who sent you to kill me?" Meng Xiaoan asked simply and directly.
"I said I would die, but I would have died if I didn't." The man looked miserable, "I didn't underestimate you, I just overestimated me."
"I just returned to Southwest today and I don't want to kill anyone. You'd better tell me the questions I want to know before I want to kill you."
"Thanks."
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The old monk Wang Shouyue sat cross-legged on the futon.
There was a low stool beside him, and there was a note on the stool. There was a line of words on it that Meng Xiaoan wrote to the killers and brought them back to him.
Clean your ass, clean your ass, clean your neck, I'm coming.
The handwriting is full of dragons and phoenixes, quite like Zhang Xu's style of writing.
"I heard that the eldest brother of the Dragon Gang is coming tonight?" A talented person from the Wang family asked in a low voice to his peers.
"I heard that this man is a playboy. If he wants to defeat our family master, that's just a daydream!" The man said angrily. In his mind, Wang Shouyue was an unattainable god-like existence.
"I don't know why the old man took over the Huang family's business. How much are friends worth these days? It would be the worst evil to send someone to mourn the family." An elegant little house sat in a small room.
There was a handsome young man with a smile on his face, wearing a Versace shirt, with slightly long hair, and a somewhat sarcastic look on his face. He looked at the meditating old man with cynical eyes, and said with a faint smile: "If the old man really dies,
Yes, this is interesting."
An old man standing respectfully behind him said cautiously: "Master, he is the head of the family after all. Although we don't need to pay so much attention to Li Tanhua's son coming, but Master..."
The young man said disdainfully: "The head of the family is the head of the family, and I am me. I am just a member of this family, but not his chess piece. Oh, I am just one of the hundreds of adopted sons he brought back."
The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head. It seemed that he was used to the shocking behavior of this young man.
Wang Nongwu has a feminine name, but this name represents the title of the God of Death in the eyes of some people. He once single-handedly knocked out the ### of a big boss in an African country. It is extremely powerful.
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"Here he is, it seems to be much stronger than I thought." Wang Nongwu felt a monstrous killing intent that was suffocating and disgusting.
"Have you cleaned your anus?"
Meng Xiaoan came up with dirty words coming out of his mouth. Standing on the top of the largest tree, with his hands behind his back, he looked around disdainfully. A bunch of clowns were ambushing him? He was full of killing intent tonight, and his cold eyes were
Finally, it stopped at Wang Shouyue who suddenly opened his eyes and showed a bright smile: "It seems worth my while."
"I didn't expect that the Huang family actually asked you to kill me." Meng Xiaoan said calmly, his cold voice echoing, and he stared at Wang Shouyue who seemed to be showing off with a cynical look, "If you don't speak, it means you haven't washed yourself properly.
What a shame your anus is."
"Not even Li Dingtian would be so arrogant!"
Wang Shouyue said in a deep voice that Meng Xiaoan's arrogance and arrogance did not make him show any anger or discomfort, and his state of mind was still extremely calm.
"Bah, can't young people be more arrogant and arrogant than older people? Don't all of them have to be as humble as you? Let me talk about it in sixty years." Meng Xiaoan said not to give the old man face, "No matter what
Who are you? If you want to kill me, I will destroy you first."
"I want to see how much skill you have learned from Li Tanhua and dare to be so arrogant." Wang Shouyue held her breath and suddenly shouted, standing up with a sword in both hands, a red sword. The blade was sharp and shimmering with the aura of death.
Wang Shouyue struck with a sword. The sword move was simple and simple, and it hit him directly in the chest.
Passed by in a flash.
"Almost compared to Toyotomi Yasuke." Meng Xiaoan smiled faintly, moved one foot slightly, swayed the branch slightly, stood up in the air, and suddenly the dagger in his hand touched the tip of the red sword.
when.
A dazzling spark flashed past.
Meng Xiaoan's wrist suddenly shook, and the dagger in his hand stretched to the right with mysterious force.
Wang Shouyue, whose face changed slightly, was a little surprised. This man actually used a short dagger to neutralize his moves, and he counterattacked with a Tai Chi move, the Lan Ling Jue.
?Wang Shouyue felt an irresistible force coming from the dagger in Meng Xiaoan's hand. The sword in his hand almost fell to the ground because of this mysterious force. At the same time, he regretted that he had only used eight
He used all his skills to test Meng Xiaoan's strength. Unexpectedly, when he met Meng Xiaoan, he suffered a small loss. Meng Xiaoan was unyielding and knew that he had underestimated the enemy. The dagger in his hand was like a snake spit out by a poisonous snake and stabbed Wang Shouyue.
Wang Shouyue was careless for a moment and suffered a hidden loss, but after all, he was a master who had worked hard for many years on his mind. He avoided his neck and slashed horizontally at Meng Xiaoan's arm with the cold sword in his hand.
Meng Xiaoan sneered, suddenly jumped off the ground, punched the tree, and instantly the leaves fell from the sky.
Wang Shouyue jumped down, and Meng Xiaoan suddenly did something strange that he thought was strange. He shot the dagger in his hand like a flying knife.
Wang Shouyue sneered and thought what the hell was Meng Xiaoan doing? After dodging the dagger, a fallen leaf happened to block his eyesight. At this time, Meng Xiaoan moved and rushed in front of Wang Shouyue. Wang Shouyue flashed
After two moves, Meng Xiaoan swept through thousands of troops with a fierce sweep, sweeping up the fallen leaves on the ground. Wang Shouyue stepped back repeatedly. He was keenly aware that Meng Xiaoan must have set a fatal trap waiting for him.
Wang Shouyue really felt the fatal trap set by Meng Xiaoan. An acupuncture shot out from his sleeve and pierced directly into Wang Shouyue's heart. Meng Xiaoan's sweeping move just now was just to use
With this silver needle, he would not be stupid enough to exchange moves with Wang Shouyue here. Wang Shouyue suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and a sharp pain slowly spread like cracks in the bones of his body. Meng Xiaoan
Pili's spinning kick knocked him away, and Wang Shouyue was kicked into a big tree.
"You..." The long sword in Wang Shouyue's hand suddenly fell to the ground, staring at Meng Xiaoan with a dead look in his eyes.
He used dirty tricks to defeat him, but he was not willing to give in.
Meng Xiaoan walked slowly in front of Wang Shouyue, looked at him and said with his last breath: "I just want you to die in peace, and find out who you are before you fight with others next time."
Meng Xiaoan looked at Wang Shouyue's eyes with regret, and stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes that would never look back.
Meng Xiaoan picked up Wang Shouyue's long sword from the ground, flicked it with his fingers, and there was a clang, and the sword's edge made a clear and cold sound.
"What a Shadow-bearing Sword. I thought that the Shadow-bearing Sword among the top ten famous swords would fall into my hands." Meng Xiaoan planned to keep it for himself. The blade of this Shadow-bearing Sword is so sharp that it will blow hair and break it.
It is the best cold weapon for killing people.
"There are probably twenty people here, and I won't mind you bunch of bastards." Meng Xiaoan stared at Wang Nongwu in the room with a cold and disdainful look.
The murderous intent and master's aura hidden in the house made him a little excited. He never expected to encounter an opponent of Huang Lang's level in this place.
Wang Nongwu clearly felt the murderous intent and disdain in Meng Xiaoan's eyes. He put away the delicate dagger in his hand and planned to go out.
"Master, you are no match for him." The old servant said cautiously, quietly but firmly.
Wang Nongwu asked: "How many years will it take to kill him?"
He thought that Meng Xiaoan was just a half-hearted birdman, but he was able to defeat the old man of the family in five moves, which was very "amazing".
"Two years is enough." The old man said calmly. Wang Nongwu is a martial arts wizard, so as long as he works hard and is diligent in the past two years, he will be able to kill Meng Xiaoan.
"Do you think I'm dead?" Meng Xiaoan appeared in front of Wang Nongwu with a cynical tone. He looked this man up and down, and after two seconds he came to the conclusion that this is a real genius. Don't use it.
It took him ten years and maybe one year to complete it. This person has a very rare spirit, a strong spirit that becomes more courageous with every setback. In other words, he has the spirit of a small strong.
Unless he kills this man, Meng Xiaoan will have nightmares even when he sleeps.