"Poof!"

A sound about the size of a fart sounded on the needle, and Liu Huaidong looked at the burning mountain fire that had just risen and was extinguished without even maintaining it for a second, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.

But fortunately, God has not completely given up on Liu Huaidong, because after the cluster of burning mountain fires was extinguished, most of the silver needles with not very pure texture turned red because of the burning just now.

At this time, Zhou Geng and Nucha, who were chasing Liu Huaidong, happened to run next to the Ferrari, Zhou Geng saw Liu Huaidong's movements, and couldn't help but be stunned, and after a temporary pause, he felt as if he remembered something.

How tight was the time for him? Even when he retreated, he didn't bother to remind Nucha, because the red silver needle in Liu Huaidong's hand had already come out of his hand at this moment.

"Ding!"

There was another crisp clash of gold and iron, and Nucha watched as the red silver needle plunged headlong into the Ferrari's gas tank.

Before coming to Zhou Geng's suburban villa, Liu Huaidong was afraid that he would not be able to go back, so he specially added 200 yuan of gas at the gas station at the intersection of the ring road, but he didn't expect that the 200 yuan did not become his own travel expenses after all, but used it to give Zhou Geng and Nucha a big gift.

At the moment when the silver needle sank into the Ferrari fuel tank, Nucha instinctively retracted the steps he had just taken, and at the same time turned his head to look at Zhou Geng, who had already distanced himself from him, with a desperate expression.

But he had enough time to do so much, and then, before he could put the idea of fleeing into action, the burned, red-hot silver needle lit a fire in the Ferrari's gas tank.

"Boom!"

The sky-high firelight accompanied by a loud bang directly descended on Nucha's side, and before the firelight spread, Nucha's mind was a little dazed by the movement alone.

No, he didn't have time to get confused, because the speed at which the fire spread to him was so fast......

The Ferrari, which was engulfed in flames in an instant, was like a meteorite falling from the sky, directly smashing Zhou Geng and Nucha into stupidity.

Zhou Geng still has an armor on his body, and he dodges in time, so after rushing out of the fire, except for being a little embarrassed, it is not a big deal, but Nucha is dangerous.

When the Ferrari was clicked by Liu Huaidong as a monkey, Nucha happened to be next to the butt of the car, almost zero contact!

A cluster of fleeting, brightness can not catch up with a lighter's burning fire, the achievement of a monstrous fire, the achievement of Liu Huaidong.

When the firelight lit up half of the night and stopped Zhou Geng and Nucha's footsteps, Liu Huaidong had already disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, in New York, USA, the sky is still at a level where it is said that it is not dark and that it is not bright.

At Kennedy International Airport, a middle-aged man with a comb and a height of more than 1.8 meters strode out under the service of his entourage.

This man said that he was middle-aged, his skin was well maintained, and he couldn't see even a single fold on his face, so he was obviously the one who was pampered.

But if you want to say that he is a young man, his face and deep eyes are full of the vicissitudes of the world, and that temperament can never be pretended without sufficient experience.

But one thing is for sure, this is definitely a rich man......

This rich man is

I took a special transfer flight from the imperial capital airport for more than ten hours, and I came to New York for a meeting.

The rich men followed their followers out of the airport, looked around, and ran for an extended Lincoln, as if they knew that the car had been parked here and waiting for them.

The fact is that the two did not get beaten after getting into the car, but lengthened Lincoln and slowly started and left.

When the sun was about to rise in China and the sky of New York was ready to start the night, the extended Lincoln left JFK Airport and drove straight to Chinatown.

In the car, the rich man with his hair combed took out a jade wrench engraved with Xuanwu from his pocket, put it on his thumb with a solemn face, and then instructed his entourage: "I'll go by myself later, you go to the hotel first, look at the domestic stocks, and then pay attention to the project we are developing recently." ”

"Okay, Mr. Liu. The attendant replied respectfully, and then sat down beside his boss, like a wooden man, without saying a word.

The people in this car don't seem to be very normal, including the driver, all of them are expressionless and silent all the way, just the rich man who is called Mr. Liu, and occasionally pops out of his mouth with two more words.

Until the extended Lincoln drove into Chinatown and stopped at the entrance of a courtyard house in the middle of nowhere.

At the entrance of this quadrangle, there are two three-foot-high stone lions in the townhouse, and the seven-foot-high wooden door is painted with red paint, and the left and right doors each have a pure copper buckle that is slightly larger than a palm.

Not to mention the well-carved Rui beasts on the eaves, just this façade alone is quite Chinese ancient style.

What's even more rare is that the house is well organized from head to toe, although it is not damaged, but it is full of vicissitudes of time.

Obviously, this quadrangle has been in shape for some years.

After the Lincoln driver put the person down, he left directly, without more than half a sentence of nonsense from beginning to end.

The rich man known as Mr. Liu looked at the somewhat awkward wrench on his thumb, and with an expressionless face, he used the hand wearing the wrench to buckle the door knocker at a frequency of three times each, and without waiting for any response from inside, he pushed the door directly.

In addition to a set of stone tables and benches, there are also two vines planted in the courtyard of the courtyard, and in summer, the vines spread along the supports, which can bring a lot of shade to the courtyard.

As the middle-aged man walked through the courtyard, he unconsciously glanced at the two vines.

I remember the last time he was here five years ago, when the two trees were not growing as well as they do today.

Stepping through the bluestone brick floor in the courtyard, the middle-aged man entered the main house facing the gate.

After pushing open the door, he realized that there were already three people waiting for him in the house.

A silver-haired man with his back to him sat on a chair in a proper manner.

There was also an old man with a gloomy face sitting next to the man, leaving the middle-aged man with a side face, the old man's face seemed to be a little weak, and when someone entered the room, he didn't even look at it, just fiddled with the Vermilion Bird wrench on his thumb.

There is also a rickety, one-meter-five little man all covered under the black robe, who can't see his appearance clearly and can't tell his age, is standing at the window and looking up as if admiring the moonlight, leaving the middle-aged man with the same back.

There are so many people in the room, if you really want to say it, I'm afraid it's the most

The middle-aged man who arrived later looked more in line with the image of a normal person.

"Liu Changsheng is here, let's start. ”

The old man with a gloomy expression suddenly spoke, but when he spoke, he also stared intently at his Suzaku wrench.

As for the other two, they seemed too lazy to even want to talk, and just nodded.

Liu Changsheng, who rushed to New York from the imperial capital of Huaxia overnight, didn't make any opening remarks, and walked directly to the pear wood tea table, found a seat and sat down, and silently lit a cigar without anyone paying attention.

At this time, the black-robed man who admired the moon also turned around, sat on the last chair, and slowly spoke in his voice that was worse than the voice of a broken gong, "Our four deacons only meet once every five years, time is pressing, let's explain the past achievements and future plans, the hall master will be watching in secret." ”

Even if the black runner didn't turn his back to everyone, the three people on the other side couldn't see what his shadow face looked like at all, so they had to pretend to be ghosts, as if they couldn't see the light.

"Wait, before that, I'm going to focus on nominating someone to be on the must-kill list!"

The old man sitting opposite Liu Changsheng suddenly spoke, and at this moment he finally stopped fiddling with his Vermilion Bird wrench, but raised his head and revealed an extremely fierce gaze.

Hearing the old man's words, Liu Changsheng suddenly spit out his eyes with interest, "Old man Longshi, it's rare to see anyone who can enter your eyes, in the past, it was basically the three of us who were nominated, and you were only responsible for voting, I didn't expect you to take the initiative to nominate yourself!"

"You old guy is not very strong, but you have always been above the top, and I am curious what kind of person can let you treat you like this. ”

The black-robed man also showed a strong interest in this matter, and turned his disgraceful face to the Dragon Stone Elder of Qingshan Miao Village.

Long Shi gritted his teeth and said with a resentful expression, "This person's name is Liu Huaidong, a native of Huadu, twenty-two years old this year, and the information of the master is unknown. ”

Hearing this, Liu Changsheng suddenly chuckled in his heart, and the cigar in his hand almost didn't fall to the ground because of his trembling.

"Twenty-two years old, the information of the master is not yet known, so how capable does this person have to be to put his name on this table!"

Liu Changsheng also sorted out his thoughts, and then pretended to speak calmly, "Yes, the death list is recorded, but they are all famous doctors at the top of the Huaxia pyramid, this Liu Huaidong is only in his twenties, and he is not a famous teacher, how can he be included in this list!"

"The average age of the people on the list is over 50. The silver-haired man, who had never spoken, also said at this time.

After tasting the disdain of the three of them, Elder Longshi couldn't help but sneer coldly: "Hehe, the cultivation realm has always looked at talent and strength, when did you use age to speak?"

"Why, could it be that this person named Liu Huaidong actually had the cultivation of the contemplation period in his twenties?" Liu Changsheng asked with a frown, and at the same time completely extinguished the cigar in his hand.

"There is no cultivation in the condensation period, but there is the strength of the condensation period, this kid is a very tricky existence......" Long Shi replied meaningfully with slanted eyes.

ps: There was another earthquake in Sichuan yesterday, I wish the friends of Shu land safe and sound, and pray for the people in the disaster area!