In the raging fire, Yin Qinglan's dark blue sports car turned into a pile of scrap metal, and it shrank, and it was almost impossible to see its original appearance. The pungent smell of rubber, burning paint, and the smell of burning new wheat in the air.

It is late spring, the college entrance examination will be in two months, and the wheat will be ripe in another month or so.

But under the light of the fire at night, the green wheat fields looked very dark and penetrating.

A car drove up and stopped. Two people came down from above, looking at the burning cars in the wheat field.

If Yin Qinglan and Tang Feng saw it, they would know that these two people were Hong Jiahai who they had fought not long ago, and Hong Jiahai's two-star martial arts bodyguard.

Hong Jiahai's head was still swollen like a pig's head, and the bodyguard looked intact.

Tang Feng didn't have a real heavy hand, as the bodyguard of a two-star martial artist, after waking up from a coma, he was basically fine, and Hong Jiahai was only injured, just painful, and there was no big problem with his actions at all, when he was in the Shao family, he could hardly move, in fact, most of the time he was scared, because for so many years, no one beat him into a pig's head, and he didn't feel death so closely.

"Yin Qinglan, a little slut, thinks it's great just because she is Yin Rushan's granddaughter and has three points of beauty? Do you think Lao Tzu is reluctant to kill her?" Hong Jiahai said with a cruel smile.

"Young master, let's go, although there are not many people coming to this path, we still have to be on guard. The bodyguard said.

"Hmph, what are you afraid of, there is no fork in this road, and there are people watching in front and behind. "Hongjia Haidao. In his hand, he still has a walkie-talkie, and he can receive information at any time.

When the fire in Yin Qinglan's sports car became a little smaller, Hong Jiahai said: "I want to go over and have a look." ”

The bodyguard said: "Young master, that's not good, it will leave traces." ”

Hong Jiahai scolded: "What the fuck can you do if you leave traces? ”

The bodyguard bowed his head and was silent, his gaze gloomy. He is a two-star martial artist, and an ordinary person like Hong Jiahai is no different from an ant, but the Hong family is there, he doesn't dare to say anything, he can only follow a waste like Hong Jiahai.

The two men snorted down the wheat field and walked towards the ashes of the sports car.

The light slowly settles and then extinguishes, though a few clusters of flames occasionally erupt.

The sports car was still smoking, but what could be burned had burned almost, there was no big flame, and the wheat around it, because it was still green, except for the one that was close to it was scorched, the rest did not burn.

If you wait another month, the wheat is almost ripe and the straw is dry, which will inevitably cause a fire in the wheat field.

Hong Jiahai was triumphant, and continued to approach the burned sports car, and the two-star martial arts bodyguard suddenly stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Hong Jiahai was very dissatisfied. Although he doesn't know kung fu and is not a martial artist, he looks down on his two-star martial arts bodyguard, although he doesn't beat or scold the bodyguard, he never gives a good face.

In Hong Jiahai's eyes, his two-star martial arts bodyguard is similar to a dog.

"Retreat. There was no one in the car. As soon as the bodyguard pulled up Hong Jiahai, he was about to escape from the wheat field.

Not far away, a wave of wheat suddenly rose, and then Tang Feng rushed towards Hong Jiahai's bodyguard like a cannonball.

"Leave it to me. Tang Feng roared.

Bang, it's still just a move, Tang Feng flew this bodyguard, but this time, he barely left his hand, the bodyguard snorted and flew up, and Hong Jiahai, who was holding in his hand, was also thrown up.

"Help. Hong Jiahai shouted.

"Hehe, this time, no one can save you. Tang Feng jumped up and grabbed Hong Jiahai's neck.

Tang Feng's hand was forced, and with a click, Hong Jiahai's neck was broken, Tang Feng's eyes were cold, and Hong Jiahai did not have any chance to explain or beg for mercy.

Throwing down the dead Hong Jiahai, Tang Feng slowly walked towards the two-star martial artist bodyguard.

The bodyguard coughed and stood up, still spitting blood.

"I gave you a chance. Tang Feng said.

"Not bad. In the hall of the Shao family, you can kill me. The bodyguard said. The bodyguard has an ordinary stature, almost half a head shorter than Tang Feng, and has dark skin.

"Your qualifications are average, you are almost forty years old, and you are a two-star martial artist. But there's no need to be a bodyguard for a waste like Hong Jiahai. Tang Feng said.

If Yin Qinglan, or Shao Zongsheng and Shao Ahong, have a two-star martial artist bodyguard, it is not the slightest unusual, because they are all people who the family places great hopes on.

Of course, Shao Ahong and Shao Zongsheng don't need such bodyguards, because they are already five-star martial artists themselves, and they are the best of the younger generation, except for some geniuses of the Dao Sect, it is definitely not a simple matter for the rest of the young people to kill Shao Zongsheng and Shao Ahong.

No matter from that level, there are two factors for a warrior to act as a bodyguard for a non-warrior, one is forced by the situation, and the other is for money.

Forced by the situation, it is easy to understand that this warrior has an enemy and has been protected by the big family, so of course he will be loyal to this family.

For the sake of money, better understood. is like Sun Lianbo, a three-star martial artist, but he became a bodyguard for Gao Zhulai.

Sure enough, the warrior said, "His grandfather saved my life." ”

Tang Feng said: "Hmm. Very good. ”

The bodyguard looked at Tang Feng and said with a wry smile: "You can do it." ”

Tang Feng said: "Okay." As soon as he stretched out his hand, a black light flashed, and the bodyguard's eyes showed an incredible look, and then he was relieved.

"Cultivator, no wonder I can't feel your inner breath. "The bodyguard fell, and like his master, Hong Jiahai, he was a dead man.

"Let's have a good baby for the next life. Tang Feng said lightly.

Maybe this bodyguard is not guilty of death, but just follows Hong Jiahai. But Tang Feng is not a saint, and he does not have the tolerance of a gentleman, if Hong Jiahai is still alive, this bodyguard will inevitably obey Hong Jiahai's orders and kill him.

Tang Feng didn't look at the dead master and servant anymore, walked into the distance, picked up the unconscious Yin Qinglan, first ran to the main road, then went up the mountain, then went down to the road from not far away, and then went up the mountain again, and never appeared again.

When Tang Feng appeared again, he had already arrived outside the Jinbi community. During the time he disappeared, he walked many trails and climbed several hills, and later got onto the road. He always walked where there were no cameras.

He did not enter the complex through the gate through the doorman, but jumped in from a corner of the wall, after smashing a camera. Although holding the unconscious Yin Qinglan, Tang Feng's figure was still as light as a tanuki.

Easily, he entered Villa No. 8. Su Wan's bodyguards, as well as Sun Lianbo, all followed Su Wan to Hongshan City, so there was no one in Villa No. 8 at all.

The bodyguards lived on the first floor, and the second floor was empty.

Because Han Ling also had two servants, both of whom were in Villa No. 9, Tang Feng didn't want to alarm them. Although Tang Feng was sure not to alarm them, after tomorrow, it would be a trouble after all.

Villa No. 8 was extremely quiet, and after Tang Feng went upstairs, he casually pushed open a bedroom and put Yin Qinglan on the bed. The place is also very clean, there is no futon on the bed, but the mattress is also soft and comfortable.

Then, Tang Feng clicked a few times on Yin Qinglan.

After a while, Yin Qinglan woke up.

"This is hell?" Yin Qinglan opened her mouth and said the first sentence. She looked at Tang Feng with confused and good-looking eyes.

"Cut, your hell looks like this. Tang Feng said.

"Am I still alive?" Yin Qinglan sat up.

"Obviously. Tang Feng said. His face was a little pale, and he coughed a few times, but it turned a little rosy. Obviously, from escaping, to killing Hong Jiahai and the bodyguards, to running wildly with Yin Qinglan in his arms, Tang Feng's body was very loaded, and the Yin Spirit Qi in his body was almost used up.

"I just remember that my car was hit, and we flew with it, and I thought it felt good to take off, and then I don't remember anything. Yin Qinglan said. She was knocked unconscious, and the feeling of flying up behind her was mostly the feeling that she was in a coma, and people often have pleasure when they are dying or in a coma, just like a drowning person, they often have this feeling.

Tang Feng palpitated: "If you don't want to take a ride, we may be almost useless by now." ”