Under Huang Punniu's surprised gaze, Meng Xiaoan actually ran away and threw his body like a basketball.
Huang Punniu was slightly surprised: "Is this okay?" Although Meng Xiaoan could not be killed, Meng Xiaoan at least knew that people from the Huang family were powerful, which had achieved a deterrent purpose.
Meng Xiao'an really didn't dare to underestimate the Huang family. He thought that there were only a few awesome people in the Huang family. Who knew that such an awesome Huang Punia came here? He was very hurt.
Meng Xiaoan was injured this time and had to lie at home for about three days. After leaving classmate Liang Wei every day, he would practice Tang Quan by himself.
On the morning of the fourth day, Meng Xiaoan received a call from Qian Meng, telling him to go out for a walk. Meng Xiaoan thought that he had indeed not seen Qian Meng for a long time.
Qian Meng turned around and said in disbelief: "You rarely hold my hand."
Meng Xiaoan looked at her with a sad look, and she didn't know if it was intentional. Meng Xiaoan also had a sad look in her eyes: "Do you think I don't want to hold your smooth little hand? You are wrong, it was the first time I saw you
I just want to hold your hand, but I am afraid, I am afraid that you will be too indifferent to me, I am too afraid that you will ignore me. I am most afraid of such a girl. I obviously like her very much but sometimes I am very
You have to act very cold and pretend that you don't like others, why bother? It's wrong for everyone to hurt each other. Feelings come and go, don't go into the 18-turn road, what do you think?"
Qian Meng didn't seem to notice that someone was talking about her. She just gave Meng Xiaoan a charming smile and said: "According to you, girls who like you will have to confess to you boldly. Don't play this kind of thing."
The game of emotional riddles probably means something like this." Without giving Meng Xiaoan a chance to speak, Qian Meng severely attacked this bird man's self-confidence: "Why do we girls have to confess to you? This is not
Does it enhance your inner sense of accomplishment? Are we that stupid? Don’t you know how to confess first?"
Meng Xiaoan thought for a few seconds and then smiled and said, "You seem to have some complaints about me?"
Qian Meng 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 recited to you by the Buddha."
Meng Xiaoan smiled and chose silence very smartly.
Qian Meng said: "I'm calling Liang Zhen now."
Meng Xiaoan said: "Don't call her yet, let's do it tomorrow."
"Why?"
Meng Xiaoan smiled coquettishly: "Let's have a good time."
Qian Meng suddenly understood and agreed with Meng Xiaoan, a birdman: "Sure, but I have to remind you of something. Don't do that to me."
Meng Xiaoan said: "No problem." He thought to himself, I don't believe you can refuse me. There is no way to have a drink with me.
The two went shopping all morning, and then played at Qian Meng's place at noon. In the evening, Meng Xiaoan deliberately went for a walk with Qian Meng.
Meng Xiaoan and Qian Meng did not 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, but Qian Meng showed strong fighting ability at first, and last night Meng Xiaoan was beaten by her.
Meng Xiaoan said feebly: "I only need to do it three times."
Qian Meng glanced at him and said kindly: "Go to sleep well, I'll go find the catfish to play."
"Yeah, OK."
After Qian Meng 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: "The Huang family 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 turned into 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 don't want to kill anyone today. You'd better tell me the questions I want to know before I kill you."
"Thanks."
Meng Xiaoan suddenly turned around: "Why are you here?"
Li Xiangui said: "The Huang family actually has a place hidden here, and it's a pretty cool place. You just don't know it."
"You mean you want me to destroy them? Let me be the vanguard."
"You don't have to go."
"Go, why not go?" Meng Xiaoan said with a smile: "They are all going to kill people anyway."
Old monk Huang 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 person who came here tonight is one of Li Tanhua's apprentices twenty years ago?" A talented person from the Huang family asked in a low voice to his peers.
"Li Tanhua was indeed very strong twenty years ago, but he was just a person from twenty years ago. How many years are he now? Besides, this time it is his son who comes here. I heard that this man is a playboy.
If he defeats our family master, that's just a daydream!" The man said angrily, in his mind, Huang Shouyue was an unattainable god-like existence.
"Li Tanhua's son didn't know why the old man took over the Jiang family's business. How much is a friend worth these days? It would be the most evil thing if the family is mourned."
Sitting in an elegant little room was a handsome young man with a smile on his face. He was 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:
"It would be interesting if the old man really died."
An old man standing respectfully behind him said carefully: "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.
Huang Nongwu is 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." Huang 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 Huang Shouyue who suddenly opened his eyes and showed a bright smile: "It seems worth my while."
"I will kill all of Huang Puni's people." Meng Xiaoan said calmly, his cold voice echoing, and he stared at Huang 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 pity the chrysanthemums are."
"Not even Li Chennian would be so arrogant!"
Huang 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." Huang Shouyue held her breath and suddenly shouted, standing up with a sword in both hands, a red sword. The blade was sharp and flashed with the aura of death.
Huang 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.
Huang Shouyue, whose face changed slightly, was a little surprised. This man actually used a short dagger to neutralize his moves, and the counterattack was with a Tai Chi move, the Ling Ling Jue.
Huang 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 points just now.
Meng Xiaoan came to test Meng Xiaoan's strength with his own skills, but he didn't expect that Meng Xiaoan suffered a small loss when he met him. 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 Huang Shouyue's hand.
Neck, Huang 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 mental state. He ducked 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.
Huang 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.
Huang Shouyue sneered, thinking what the hell was Meng Xiaoan doing? After dodging the dagger, a fallen leaf happened to block his sight. At this time, Meng Xiaoan moved and rushed in front of Huang Shouyue, Huang Shouyue's eyes flashed.
After two moves, Meng Xiaoan swept through thousands of troops with a fierce sweep, sweeping up the fallen leaves on the ground. Huang Shouyue stepped back continuously. He was keenly aware that Meng Xiaoan must have set a fatal trap waiting for him.