One thousand and forty-one: Madonna plot kills people

One thousand and forty-one: Madonna plot kills people

"Okay, there's nothing else but these." Yan Wan stood up: "Brother Ye, Mr. Li, you have to be careful in front of others. Don't worry, experience is something that can really kill people sometimes."

"Okay, okay, we get it."

Ye Bin and the others naturally knew that Yan Wan had good intentions, so they smiled and left one after another.

After they left, Yan Wan raised the corners of his mouth slightly: Let those old guys use their remaining energy before retreating.

Xingzi walked in and called him: "Yanzi, let's go."

The two returned to the car, and it wasn't until they left Chen Yongjian that Xingzi said, "What should we do?"

"Buy a computer."

Yan Wan said, found the mobile phone number of Zhanzi from his mobile phone, and asked him to get two computers.

"Where are the people?"

"Human? Let them do the work. I think it's better to have a stable job that can make a living. It's much better than just messing around."

"Where to go now?"

Yan Wan said: "Aren't you going to mess with Zhao Xing's father? Let's go to that Yuansha Tang first, the old sword seller, Ning Sanwan."

"Okay." After hearing this, Xingzi immediately cheered up.

To be honest, he was thinking about it now. Zhao Xing used him to lurk in the club, which made Xingzai feel panicked every time he thought about it.

The two came to the alley again. This time the old man was practicing swordsmanship with Yaya.

As soon as Xingzi entered the door, he acted as casually as if he were at his own home, ignoring the two people in the courtyard.

I saw him sitting down on the bamboo and rattan chair. The old man grabbed the purple clay pot on the table and took a sip of tea. He squinted his eyes happily and hummed a few words.

"Who asked you to sit down?" Yaya pouted, and without saying a word, she stabbed Xingzai with her shuriken.

"Who distracted you?" The old man chuckled, took a step back, placed the long sword lightly on the opponent's wooden sword, and pointed at Yaya's snow-white wrist like a poisonous snake spitting a message.

"Grandpa, you are so insidious."

Yaya was shocked, yelling, and quickly turned her sword over. Finally, before her wrist was hit, she managed to get the blade stuck and swing it away.

Yan Wang was about to cross the battlefield and wait for them to finish on the stone bench.

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly shouted to him: "Take the sword."

Before he could speak, a black shadow flew in front of his eyes. Yan Wan instinctively jumped back and accurately grasped the wooden sword thrown by the old man with his raised hand.

"Fight him." The old man muttered at him, then came to Xingzi's side and slapped him on the back of the head: "Get out of here."

Xingzi rolled his eyes, stood up reluctantly, and muttered: "I came here with Yan Zi today to relieve your heartache. Why don't you prepare a table and serve a few bottles of good wine?"

"Oh?" A trace of excitement flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes.

He has been waiting for this moment for decades. If his brother had not been killed, he would not have been willing to die.

Yan Wan was not interested in competing, so he threw the wooden sword to the ground.

Yaya stabbed him in the chest with her sword. Seeing him throw away the sword, she couldn't help but frown: "Why are you like this?"

"If something happens this time, let's talk about it later." Yan Wan smiled sheepishly at her and took a few steps to sit down at the table.

When Ning Sanwan saw this scene, he waved his hand and said to her: "Just in time, Yaya, go buy some food. I brought out my old cellar. I will drink two cups with them today."

"Grandpa, you are not in good health and you still drink?" Yaya's eyes widened.

Yan Wan took out a wad of banknotes and without looking at them carefully, he put them directly into her hand and whispered something in her ear. "We won't drink much, just go ahead."

"Oh." Yaya pursed her lips, and finally put down her wooden sword gloomily and went out to buy groceries.

Yan Wan sat down again and looked at the old man with a smile: "Let me ask you something first. Someone bought that sword later. How much did it cost?"

"One hundred thousand." The old man replied without raising his head, and then looked up at him: "How do you know? Is the sword in your hand?"

"Someone gave it to me."

Yan Wang said lightly, and then changed the subject: "Speaking of which, if you want to kill him, we can do it, but you also know that in this world, killing people is not as easy as before, right?"

Ning Sanwan nodded: "That's right, otherwise I wouldn't have just told Xingzai about it."

Yan Wang gestured: "Speaking of which, I think Yaya is pretty good, why don't you let her..."

Ning Sanwan didn't wait for him to finish, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Those dirty things should be settled by my generation, and Yaya cannot be implicated. And she is just practicing for fun. In terms of her methods of doing things, she is far from good."

"What about you?" When Yan Wan saw him sparring with Ya Ya, he thought he was not an ordinary person.

Ning Sanwan patted his legs and pushed up his pants, revealing a wooden prosthetic leg: "It was broken while working a few years ago."

"That's it." Yan Huan recalled that just now, he did have some inconvenience in his legs and feet. When fighting Yaya with swords, one leg barely moved.

But the first time he came, he was looking for Shuyuan www.zhaｏshuyuan.com. The other party was sitting on a chair, and later he didn't see Ning Sanwan walking. Just now, his attention was attracted by the wooden sword thrown by Ning Sanwan, and he subconsciously ignored this.

Xingzi coughed and whispered to Ning Sanwan: "This matter mainly depends on Yan Zi. Be safe."

"Is that person an ordinary person or a practitioner?" Yan Wan suddenly asked.

Ning Sanwan nodded knowingly and looked at Yan Wan: "When I was a child, I practiced with me, but I have probably forgotten it now."

"It's just an old man, easy to handle." Yan Wan lit a cigarette and said with a smile, "It depends on the price you pay."

"How much do you want?" Ning Sanwan squinted his eyes, he was not short of money. Just in case Yan Wang wants that sword...

"..." Yan Wan was about to continue talking when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps. It turned out to be Yaya coming back with vegetables.

"Go, help." Yan Wang winked at Xingzai. What follows is a bit creepy, but it’s better not to contaminate a pure girl.

In addition, there are naturally other reasons. Compared to Ning Sanwan, who has experienced it personally, Yaya can at best be regarded as hating the situation. If she knew about it, she might cause some trouble.

Moreover, women often think rationally. Once the so-called Holy Mother's heart overflows, Yan Wan and others may suffer a big loss because of it.

When they entered the house, Yan Wan continued: "Don't worry, I don't want your family heirloom, and I don't want your money, I want other things..."

"You said it." Ning Sanwan felt a little more at ease. For him, this sword was not just a family heirloom, but also a memory of him and his relatives.

If he could stay, he would naturally wish for it.

PS: The recommendation is gone.

But I still shamelessly ask for collection, recommendation, and reward...