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Lao Dao was firmly restrained by Ling Yang, with a sharp blade around his neck, and he didn't dare to take a breath. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info it wasn't until Ling Yang pulled off his fingers and unconsciously loosened his hand that Lao Dao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boy, you suddenly took out the long-hidden head token, how dare we old guys believe it rashly, we have to use means to stabilize you first, and contact my aunt and grandmother to confirm before I can meet you, who knows that you are so reckless, even my Taoist temple was burned"

Lao Dao explained bitterly. Ling Yang was skeptical, pinched the wrench on his severed finger and said, "What you said sounds good, what's going on with this?"

Lao Dao was stunned and said, "What's the matter, do you mean this finger of mine?"

Lao Dao was afraid that Ling Yang would hurt his hand, and impulsively asked for his own life, so he quickly explained: "I was injured when I was young, this is just a prosthetic, made of resin, and I bought it for 2,000 yuan from the medical device store on the corner of Dongdazhi Street."

"Where did you buy the fake finger, what does it have to do with me?"

Ling Yang pinched his resin finger and knocked the jade wrench on the back of the knife with a clang: "I asked you what was going on with this wrench."

Without waiting for the old man to speak, the old man on crutches lost his voice and said: "Among the important doors, the hall masters of the six halls are wearing such a blood emerald wrench that has been passed down since ancient times, why don't you even know?"

Ling Yang's head was full of black lines: "Why should I know"

The old man snorted coldly, as if Ling Yang had done something rebellious, and his eyes looked at Ling Yang with strong contempt: "I don't even know such a thing, I think you kid may be really an impostor."

Ling Yang was annoyed and angry, and suddenly put more force on his hand, strangling Lao Dao out of breath: "No matter what you say, I just don't believe it anyway"

Ling Yang aimed the tip of the knife at Lao Dao's Adam's apple, and began to move slowly under his feet: "All retreat, if I can leave safely, I promise not to hurt a single hair of this bull's nose."

With Ling Yang's movements, the atmosphere began to tense again, and the air could almost smell a strong smell of gunpowder. At this time, Ling Yang suddenly heard a familiar mobile phone ringtone behind him, Tianbao picked up the phone, and said crisply: "Hello, who are you looking for, are you looking for Uncle Ling." He's busy taking hostages and doesn't have time to answer your calls, please leave your message when you hear a beep"

Because Tianbao pressed the external button of the mobile phone, Ling Yang clearly heard that Ihanna's angry voice came from the phone: "This damn troublemaker, didn't he ask for the help of his disciples in Changqiu, why did he run to take hostages again, let him answer the phone"

When Nine Fingers heard Ihana's voice, he almost burst into tears, and shouted loudly: "Sister Na, you have to be the master of the ninth brother, the second successor you have worked so hard to cultivate, and the hostage you have taken is the ninth brother and me."

Ihana is an old Jianghu who has been famous for a long time, and suddenly understood that it must be Jiuzhi and others who didn't believe in Ling Yang's identity, and while confirming Ling Yang's identity with themselves, they accidentally had a conflict, so they snorted angrily: "Ling Yang, what about Ling Yang"

Seeing that things had changed, Ling Yang shouted louder than the nine-fingered old man: "Old thief, you stared at me and boasted to me about Haikou, saying that you have countless disciples and grandchildren in the three eastern provinces, and you can get help wherever you mention your name, I just showed the wolf dog jade pendant you gave me, and your brothers pretended to be ghosts to scare me, and found more than a hundred people to besiege me."

"You are the wolf dog, your whole family is a wolf dog" Ihana roared angrily, Ling Yang could even imagine Ihanna's extremely angry old face: "That's Pixiu, it's Pixiu"

Ling Yang was shocked by Ihanna's momentum, lowered his voice and said: "Pixiu is Pixiu, what's the big deal, let him go now, can he command his subordinates to besiege me?"

Ling Yang knew that he had misunderstood, and he was very upset, and just wanted to talk to Ihana about some conditions, but Ihana had already hung up the phone.

"I'll just say it, they're not bad people" Tian Bao walked around to Ling Yang, blinked his eyes and said, "Do you know why I haven't done it all this because I haven't felt a bit of malice from these people"

Ling Yang knew that although Tianbao was young, his skills should not be underestimated. Especially for the attainment of the art of supernatural ability, even surpassing himself a lot, only then did he suddenly realize, complaining about Tianbaodao: "Why didn't you say it earlier"

Ling Yang sneered, and used a knife to pick open the pig's trotter buckle on Lao Dao's body. This kind of knot, which is used by the butcher when tying pigs, gets tighter and tighter the more he struggles, and he cannot be untied at all. Ling Yang put away the knife and patted the snow foam and mud on Lao Dao's body flatteringly: "Look at this trouble."

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Lao Dao finally picked up an old life, glared at Ling Yang fiercely, limped to the side of a big-horned monster, turned over, patted the monster's thick neck, and took the lead in running down the mountain: "Don't pestle in the cold here, I'll talk about it when I have something to do."

With a smile in his eyes, the mute boy picked up Sweet Treasure, jumped onto the monster, and ran down the hill with him. The old man on crutches looked old, but his movements were very vigorous, he jumped on the back of the beast lightly, glared at Ling Yang and said, "Come up, you still want my old man to pull you up."

Ling Yang rubbed in front of the monster and said cautiously: "This thing eats people, I'm a little scared."

The old man was so angry that Ling Yang lost his temper, and sighed dejectedly: "This is Handa, which is the moose called in the West, the one who pulls the cart for Santa Claus, eating grass for a living, have you heard of it?"

"I've heard of it" Ling Yang nodded and was taught: "The meat of this thing is delicious, I haven't eaten it"

A large group of dark brown moose, spreading their hooves and running down the mountain, Ling Yang followed alone, running wildly in the snow: "Wait for me, why do you want to leave me and ignore you monsters"

Finally returning to the village below the mountain, Ling Yang was panting, sweating profusely, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and his movements were slow and laborious.

The village has come back to life. Children are smoking spinning tops and building snowmen in the clearing, young and strong men are either strapping two hares on their shoulders or plucking birds from the big nets of bird catching, women are giggling and laughing out of the woods, and bamboo dustpans are full of frozen pears and mountain reds.

In front of the old man's house on crutches, the front and back yards were full of moose, gathered around a haystack, leisurely chewing grass, curling smoke from the chimney, and a faint burst of smoke wafted out, Tianbao was running out of the house, carrying a spinning top in his hand, ran to Ling Yang's side and asked: "They are drinking and eating meat together, do you want to eat with them, or do you want to go with me to smoke spinning tops on the ice, you choose for yourself"

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