The two didn't talk for long, and went downstairs when the meal was ready.

Sister Xian'er sat in the main seat, and she could still keep the wind calm, as if the conversation in the bedroom did not happen.

Shang Yang, who was sitting at the end, did not have such a strong mental endurance, not that he couldn't accept this reality, but that this reality broke his long-standing belief.

Thinking that after coming to Yongcheng, all the additional hatred is actually another person's fiction and deliberate smearing, which is enough to make people collapse.

Fortunately, no one cares whether he lives or dies.

It's all about staggering.

Since the last time they drank at Sister Xian'er's place, they were like demons, and today they are in a state of not giving up without drinking to death, especially tonight without worrying about sleeping on the ground, everyone is open to drink...

Shang Yang does not drink alcohol.

Sister Xian'er, no one dared to persuade her.

Tang Youyou can't drink it.

Feng Xuanyin, Li Nian, Ye Shengmei, plus Li Wan.

Four people drank a bottle of two... At the end of the fifth bottle, they still didn't look drunk, Shang Yang couldn't figure out whether they were rivals or confidants, he was going to go upstairs to rest, he was very tired from moving, but they didn't let him go.

also dragged him to the underground video room.

They sing and drink at the same time, which is very detrimental to their image.

Shang Yang had no choice but to accompany him.

Master's bed, the matter of loyalty!

It's a moral issue!

At the same time when the hilltop villa was rejoicing and couldn't stop.

At the foot of the mountain.

"Squeak"

A car with a "sea" to take pictures appeared at the gate at the foot of the mountain, and the sea was naturally a sea city.

In fact, Haicheng's cars rarely appear in Yongcheng, in addition to being separated by thousands of kilometers, another reason is the problem of economic development, Haicheng is a super first-tier city in China, compared to Yongcheng is just a small village, it cannot be said that there is no license plate, but it will definitely not exceed ten per year.

It's a novelty to appear in Youngseong.

Appearing at the gate is even more of a novelty.

"Access to thousands of miles, its own purple electric camel, and the sixth family, full of green waters and green mountains... Huh"

The people in the car playfully read out the couplets on the gate.

There was not the slightest emotion in the eyes that were almost occupied by black, and there was only indifference in the expression.

He didn't go in, not because he didn't want to enter, but because there was a barricade at the door, not a common railing, but a spur on the ground, which was inserted from the ground, and the car couldn't pass at all.

But he was not in a hurry, but sat in the car and waited without hurry.

About a dozen seconds

After.

Two males came out of it.

As he walked, he tilted his head and stared into the car.

They are all "villagers" who used to be residents of Fengmen Village, moved to Yongcheng, moved into villas, in addition to enjoying the happiness of joining the WTO, they also took on the task of defending the entire mountain, and did not set up gates, but there were people on duty every night.

"Who?"

The man walked out of the door, walked to the side of the car and asked.

Everyone in the village knows each other, and the people around Shang Yang have also seen it, and strangers naturally can't enter.

"Put down the barricades, I'm going in!"

The occupants of the car lowered the glass and spoke almost commandingly.

The man frowned, not only because he was not interested in his tone, but also because of his appearance, his eyes were different from normal people, even if they had been pretending to be scary in Fengmen Village for many years, it was still very uncomfortable to see these eyes.

Programmatic asked, "Who are you looking for?"

You have to ask clearly, if you are looking for someone from the village, you can call directly to ask, if you are looking for Shang Yang, there must be other processes.

The person in the car slowly turned his head and looked at the man.

"What are you doing?

"Huh"

The man in the car smiled, then raised his hand and beckoned.

Seeing this, the man slowly bent down.

"Whoosh"

As soon as he bent down, the person in the car instantly punched, so fast that in the blink of an eye, an iron fist smashed into the man's face accurately.

No one in Fengmen Village eats dry rice.

Even Li Wan, who seems to be weak, has a fight with Feng Xuanyin, not to mention men.

But.

The man didn't react at all, not that he didn't want to, but too quickly.

He was smashed by a punch and stood up straight, then leaned back again, and finally fell to the ground with a bang, just one punch, and put down one.

"Someone from the Shi family?"

The remaining one screamed in surprise, ignored his companions, and quickly ran back to the village, a habit they had developed over the years, and in any case, they had to deliver the news as soon as possible.

The people in the car did not stop and did not get out of the car.

His eyes looked through the windshield, quietly watching his back in the distance.

He rubbed his hands together and said slowly: "Huangsha wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned if it is not broken... Old man, the shadow didn't listen to your teachings, what I want to do is to kill Shang Yang face to face!"

"I can't do the villain's behavior behind the scenes!"

No surprises

, this person is the shadow.

After he left Zhang Taishan, no one knew where he was or where he went, as the minister of the humerus of the Zhang family, his family members also wanted to give him a settlement fee, but they couldn't find anyone, just like evaporating from the world.

In fact.

He didn't leave, he was always in Haicheng.

To be precise, it has been at Genting Hills, not on the inside, on the outside.

After seeing the Zhang family block all the Genting Villas, they dug a grave for themselves with a spade after a spade, and he was the shadow of the old man before he was alive and the shadow of the old man after his death.

He thought about it, as long as he killed Shang Yang and fulfilled the old man's last wish, he would return to Haicheng to bury himself.

End your life...

He sat in the car and waited less than a minute.

"Da Da Da"

Finally, there was the sound of dense footsteps on the road in front of them.

Li Wan's father walked in the forefront, followed by the dense Li family, all of them were angry and murderous, no matter whether they came from the Shi family or not, as long as they dared to break through, they were their enemies.

Because in their hearts, Shang Yang is a benefactor, more important than his own life.

Li Baojia stopped in the door.

He looked at the villagers lying on the ground, still unconscious.

They have lived together for generations more than anyone else, but the habits that have been imprinted in their bones for many years cannot be changed.

"Who are you?"

Li Baojia asked angrily.

The shadow sitting in the car looked in the crowd, but he didn't see Shang Yang, and he was slightly disappointed.

"Who the hell are you!"

Li Baojia's voice rose a few degrees, and his eyes became sharper.

The villagers behind him were all eager to try, and they would rush over without hesitation at the slightest order.

"If you don't answer, don't blame us for being rude!"

The blood vessels on the back of Li Baojia's hands are like swimming dragons.

He really wants to enjoy the peace of mind and doesn't want it to be broken, so he tries to take it a little easier.

"Squeak..."

The voice fell, and the door was pushed open.

The shadow slowly walked down from the car, looking at the murderous crowd in front of him, without the slightest fear, still plain as water, silent, he stretched out his hand, took out a seven-foot-long, one-foot-three-five wide filial piety cloth from the car, and tied it around his waist...

The voice was like thunder: "Tell Shang Yang, the shadow worships the mountain!"

"Bang la la"

There was a mess in the crowd.