Chapter 410 Chrysanthemum knife drinking blood, not to die
Shen Dongxing really knelt down.
More than three hundred elite members of the Sirius Chamber of Commerce all fell in the villa garden, bleeding from their orifices and looking in pain.
The bully black wolf knelt on the spot, leaning on his mace, looking as ferocious as if he had encountered a ghost.
There were several bugs crawling in and out of his mouth and nose.
Shen Dongxing didn't need to step forward to test, he knew that all of them were dead, otherwise they wouldn't even let out a groan.
He felt cold from head to toe, and at the same time he was glad that he had become Ye Fan's lackey. If he had been an enemy, he would have suffered a similar fate at this moment.
"Brother Feng Lang, Brother Feng Lang."
Shen Dongxing immediately raised a smile and ran back to the hall, slapped Miao Fenglang on the shoulder heavily with his hand and said with a smile:
"It's amazing. Hundreds of people can do it all at once. I underestimated you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
With this shot, Shen Dongxing felt his palms go numb. When he lowered his head, he saw that his fingers were slowly becoming dark at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they were ink.
Moreover, the blackness also spread to his wrists and arms. He wanted to pull it back but he didn't have the slightest strength.
Shen Dongxing was horrified.
Ye Fan saw this and smiled: "Feng Lang, my brother, let him go."
Miao Fenglang glanced at Shen Dongxing, then tapped his hand a few times, and the darkness quickly receded like a tide.
Not long after, Shen Dongxing regained consciousness in his hands.
After his busy life, he came back and gave Miao Fenglang a thumbs up: "I am convinced, I am convinced, I am convinced."
"In the future, don't have time to pat and touch Feng Lang randomly."
Ye Fan warned Shen Dongxing: "He can poison dozens of people with just one hair. You don't even know how to kill him if you slap and touch him randomly."
Master Zhong Tianshi also echoed: "Didn't you see that Miao Fenglang uses special tableware when eating?"
“We don’t even dare to use serving chopsticks to pick up food from the same plate.”
"If you slap him on the shoulder, it's no different than seeking death..."
He also suffered a loss from Miao Fenglang. On the day he brought him back, the two of them were too close and Zhong Tianshi was poisoned more than a dozen times in one night, which almost caused him to have a mental breakdown.
Shen Dongxing nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand."
He suddenly felt that there was no such thing as strength in numbers here in Miao Fenglang.
Miao Fenglang didn't pay attention to everyone's comments, he just drank soup and ate meat leisurely, as if nothing in the world was more pleasant than eating.
"By the way, Brother Fan, what are your next steps?"
Shen Dongxing watched Ye Fan change his subject: "Do you want to start a war against Ling Qianshui? I will lead people to crush the Tianlang Chamber of Commerce."
Dugu Shang said directly and indifferently: "I'm going to kill Ling Qianshui."
"Today's revenge is to be avenged, but not in a hurry!"
Ye Fan pulled a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth:
"You need to do two things first. One is to get rid of Hei Lang's gang, and the other is to dig something out of Noriko Shizugong's mouth."
"There's no point in killing Ling Qianshui. It's best to uproot the Blood Medicine Sect's influence in Nanling."
What Ye Fan pursues is once and for all, so he hopes to grab Ling Qianshui and eradicate all this vein.
Shen Dongxing and the others nodded in unison: "Understood."
At almost the same moment, dozens of villas were scattered in the villa area of Nanling Jiangxin Island, with unique scenery.
One of the villas marked Qianshui Pavilion had many men dressed in black standing at the door.
They looked alert and kept walking, monitoring any suspicious persons.
This is where Ling Qianshui lives.
In the backyard of the villa, in the garden facing the river, there is an artificial hot spring, and a charming woman is soaking in it.
The warm water keeps rolling, and the legs are looming in the water. The picture is very fragrant.
It was Ling Qianshui.
Surrounding the hot spring, there is also a beautiful woman of similar age standing with a cool face and slender body.
She also carries two knives on her back, one long and one short, giving her whole person a sharp aura.
It's just that Dean Huang, who was kneeling on the ground, didn't have any lust at all. On the contrary, his body kept shaking.
"Dean Huang, why are you back so early?"
I don’t know how long it took, but Ling Qianshui stood up slightly:
"Did you bring Ye Fan's body back?"
"That bastard, you hurt my god-sister, and even poured a cup of coffee on me. If you don't kill her three hundred times, I'm sorry for myself."
She wiped her body with a towel, and as her wrists continued to move back and forth, the cherry blossoms carved on her chest became lifelike.
"President Ling, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Dean Huang lowered his head and pretended to cry bitterly: "Heilang and the others were completely wiped out."
"Wow--"
Hearing this, Ling Qianshui's eyes instantly narrowed and he popped out of the pool.
After she kicked Dean Huang away, she pulled a bath towel and wrapped it around her body:
"What? The entire army was wiped out?"
"Are you telling me a story?"
"Black wolves, lions and tigers fight rabbits. Three hundred elites fight against Ye Fan. How can the entire army be wiped out?"
"Is Feilong Villa full of traps, or did Zhu Changsheng send police officers to wait, or is Ye Fan a fool of himself?"
"Otherwise, how could the entire army be wiped out?"
Her pretty face became ugly. She originally thought that trampling Ye Fan to death would be like trampling to death an ant. However, Jing Gong Noriko underestimated the enemy and let herself disappear instead of killing Ye Fan.
Then, Ling Qianshui struck with thunder and mobilized 300 Black Wolf men to crush Ye Fan.
She believed that no matter how capable Ye Fan was, he would be trampled to death mercilessly by Black Wolf and the others.
Unexpectedly, Dean Huang, who went to join in the fun, not only failed to bring back any good news, but also informed Black Wolf that the entire army had been wiped out. How could she not be angry?
"Tell me, what happened?"
Ling Qianshui kicked Dean Huang again angrily:
"How could Black Wolf and the others be completely wiped out?"
Her little feet were white and delicate, but powerful and heavy. Dean Huang almost spurted blood when she kicked her.
"Heilang and the others confirmed that Ye Fan was at Feilong Villa, so they rushed in with three hundred brothers and surrounded them all."
Dean Huang's eyelids jumped and he knelt back, reluctantly telling what he had learned tonight:
"Heilang also asked Ye Fan to hand over Jing Gong Noriko within three minutes."
"But Mark didn't respond."
"Heilang and the others were about to rush in, but suddenly the whole garden became dark, and they were inexplicably unable to see their fingers."
"Then I heard bursts of screams, which were scarier than killing pigs, and they came one after another."
"Because I was on the phone with Director Zheng at the time, I was standing at the back of the line. I felt something was wrong, so I ran away immediately."
"I ran to the other side and waited for a while, but I didn't see Hei Lang or the others. No one answered their phone calls, and then I saw a police car coming..."
"I was worried that I would be captured by Ye Fan, so I stopped asking for information and hurried back to report to you, President Ling."
"Heilang and the others...are probably in danger."
Dean Huang still doesn't understand what happened in the villa, why hundreds of people said there was no movement, but it is clear that something unexpected happened.
He regretted not taking a second look.
But he also knew in his heart that if he took one more glance, he would fall down like a black wolf.
The screams of the black wolves and the others are so scary.
"Go away, you bunch of trash!"
Ling Qianshui's pretty face was as frosty as she kicked Dean Huang away again.
Then, she looked at the indifferent woman carrying the knife:
"If the chrysanthemum knife drinks blood, it will not lead to rebirth!"
