Liu Wen is not only a genuine jeweler. He is also a collector of cold weapons that few people know.

There are countless practical weapons in the secret room of her home, ranging from tens of thousands to more than a million.

In such an era when thermal weapons and nuclear weapons are rampant, in addition to the cold weapons with a long history of collectible value, even those weapons that have the power to blow hair and break hair, or even pierce iron plates with a single knife, are of little significance to ordinary people or even collectors.

But Liu Wen likes it. Even though these weapons cost a lot of money and were far less practical than a gun, she still kept them in the same collection for many years, sending them into her weapons room one by one, and carefully treasured them.

"Who says it's useless?"

Liu Wen, who was concentrating on driving, glanced at the weapon box on the passenger seat, which contained a shrinking weapon that was less than 30 centimeters in a short period of time and could skyrocket to 1.8 meters in a long time. It's fifty pounds.

Not to mention that ordinary people use it as a weapon, even if they hold it with both hands, it is quite laborious. When Liu Wen first got this weapon, he held it curiously once, but his arm was dislocated on the spot by being deceived by the small shape of the weapon.

"At least Mr. Lin is very interested in this weapon." Liu Wen stepped on the accelerator and walked towards the villa where Han Xiaoyi lived.

This is the news she heard, Lin Ze needed a cold weapon, and it happened that she had a lot of collections, so she called him, and in order to express her gratitude, Liu Wen decided to personally send this weapon called "Prison Knife" to the door.

This weapon basically meets Lin Ze's implicit requirements, the shape of the blade, even if it is elongated, is only a thin version of the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, not only the appearance is cool, but the lethality is also terrifying. It is the best choice for people with amazing arm strength.

The prison knife was bought by Liu Wen for 800,000 yuan from a folk craftsman, according to a Manchu elder, this prison knife was the royal weapon of a fierce man who was transferred from the pioneer of the battlefield to the palace guard, and it was quite famous at the time. It was a blade that was stained with a rich bloody aura and was extremely terrifying. Mo said that ordinary people can't hold this blade weighing fifty catties, and even if they can hold it, it is difficult to resist the wanton blooming aura of forest.

"Among the people I know, I'm afraid that only Mr. Lin has the ability to control it, right?"

Liu Wen parked the car at the door of the Han family's villa. It was difficult to move down the weapon box, if it weren't for her fitness habits, I was afraid that she would not be able to move the box with fifty pounds.

Turning the head of the car, Liu Wen glanced at a glossy man with white hair and a green robe sitting on a stone bench holding a pot to drink. A touch of confusion crossed his eyebrows, and he was relieved. Walking over, he asked softly: "You are the god of the house guard—"

"Crippled." Chen, who was drinking, did not look back, and said in a hoarse voice.

Liu Wen was surprised.

As a woman who has been in business for a long time, she is quite accomplished in psychology. Understand that people with physical defects have some inferiority complex to a greater or lesser extent. A fierce man with a strong heart can ignore this, but it is only a temporary paralysis of himself. Once the sore spot is provoked, it can erupt into unimaginable resentment.

But the man in the green robe who was drinking with his back in front of him didn't mind at all, and even took the initiative to call out his name: Chen Cripple.

No wonder the circle gave this lame man who guarded the Han family such a domineering nickname: the god of protecting the house.

"I'm looking for Mr. Lin, Lin Ze. Can you help me know? Liu Wen was stunned for a moment, and then resumed her quiet smile.

"He's not here." Chen Cripple continued to drink.

"I have a gift for him, which I talked about on the phone before." Liu Wen explained her intentions in the most concise way.

"I'll hand it over for you, or come back next time." Chen lame said.

"Just hand it over for me." Liu Wen walked over with a smile. Place the box on a bluestone bench.

"Hmm." Chen Cripple nodded. But there was no sign of continuing to talk to her. Stuffy drinking.

Liu Wen is rarely idle today, and she doesn't plan to leave immediately, and she is a little interested in this cripple Chen, who is not well-known in the circle, but dares to throw a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw and fly wheat evergreen. He pointed to the stone bench across from him and said, "Can I sit?" ”

"Yes." Chen Cripple said in a hoarse voice.

"Thank you." Liu Wen smiled lightly, sat opposite him, and asked carefully at this young man who was definitely not old, but was more vicissitudes than a man in his thirties and forties. "What's your real name?"

"Cripple Chen."

"No other name?" Liu Wen asked.

"Nope."

A man with a story.

Liu Wen thought so, and diverted the topic again: "Can you invite me to have a drink?" ”

"I can't." Chen Lame shook his head lightly.

Liu Wen was surprised. But he wasn't angry.

Although she is a neutral, her status in the circle is definitely not low, otherwise Han Xiaoyi would not have made up her mind to win her over. Now rejected by this guy who is just the gatekeeper of the Han family, Liu Wen, who should be unhappy, is not only angry, but becomes more and more interested, looks up and down at Chen Cripple, who is quite shocking in appearance, and smiles: "Then I invite you to drink?" ”

"No, you don't." Chen lame shook his head.

"You only invite Lin Ze to drink?"

"Hmm."

"And only drink what he invited?"

"Hmm."

"No wonder." Liu Wen was relieved. He looked at Chen Cripple calmly for a while, got up and prepared to leave.

Whoosh!

Just as Liu Wen was heading in the direction of the car, the number of cars of different colors suddenly flew from the lane, but the performance was excellent.

Seeing this, Liu Wen couldn't help frowning slightly, until several cars blocked the road and pushed the car door one after another, Liu Wen's confused eyes dissipated, replaced by solemnity and helplessness.

The person who came was none other than Ling Hong.

She was dressed in a black-skinned queen outfit, and she led the crowd towards Liu Wen arrogantly. The latter was even more bitter after seeing the gloomy entourage behind Ling Hong.

"Good afternoon, Miss Ling." Liu Wenqiang squeezed out a smile. But where can she still laugh? Not to mention the arrogant posture of the princess of the Ling family, just the entourage behind her is enough to make people collapse.

Yanjing can be called a strong man, and there are definitely more than a dozen top strong people. These dozen or so are recognized perverted masters in the circle. Chen Yifei has black and white robes under his command. The mother of the Ling family has two generals under the command of the dragon and tiger. The black and white robes are brothers, but the two generals of the dragon and tiger are masters and apprentices. Master Heilong is nearly forty years old. The white tiger is less than thirty. Has a fierce combat value comparable to that of a black and white robe. It is the transcendent existence of Yanjing and even Huaxia.

Now these two top masters who rarely make shots have been brought by Ling Hong, not to mention a smart woman like Liu Wen, even if she is a little bit of intelligence, she can guess that the princess of the Ling family is not good.

"Tear off your mask of hypocrisy." Ling Hong walked over with a menacing smile and sneered. "You wish I would choke to death when I drink water, fall to death while walking, and die when I sleep?"

"Miss Ling is serious." Liu Wen's posture is neither arrogant nor humble, but her eyes are dissatisfied and bitter.

"I have never forgotten the fact that you robbed my mother of her treasures five years ago, and last time you had someone slap me in the face. Two things come together, guess what I'm looking for you today? Ling Hong scanned the women in this circle who had a good reputation, but she didn't like anything.

"Settle accounts after the fall?"

"That's right!" Ling Hong's expression turned cold and he waved his hand. "Take it away for me!"

As soon as these words came out, two men in suits immediately swooped towards Liu Wen, wanting to take Liu Wen in public.

It's just that before the two of them got close to Liu Wen, they were hit in the chest by two stones.

Bang bang!

The two of them were forced back by the powerful stone, and looked at the drinking man who attacked them with a shocked expression.

The lame man with his back hung down after shooting two stones, still hanging his head and drinking, and didn't seem to be interested in what was happening here. On the contrary, the eyes of the second dragon and tiger general, who were standing about three meters behind Ling Hong, lit up. stared at the lame man Chen who was sitting on the stone bench drinking.

"Dead lame! How dare you spoil my good deeds? Ling Hong scolded.

"This is the Han family, let's get away." Chen Cripple said in a hoarse voice. Still burying his head in drinking. The demeanor of the master is on display.

Ling Hong listened to Chen's lame tone and there was no sign of help. A complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he said contemptuously: "You are the Han family god?" ”

Chen Cripple didn't say a word.

"Hmph. How majestic you are. It turned out to be just a shrunken turtle. Ling Hong sneered.

Chen Cripple remained silent.

"Master Long, how long can you beat him?" Ling Hong turned her head and asked.

"A dead cripple?" The white tiger said roughly. "My master can beat him in a minute at most, and he can't get up."

"Huh. It's useless. Ling Hong tilted her head and pouted. It doesn't seem to be much of a look. ”

"Miss Ling, let's talk about something elsewhere." Liu Wen frowned. She couldn't bear to insult Chen Cripple with these people. After all, they came to find themselves, and Liu Wen did not have the habit of dragging people into the water.

"Who are you Lin Ze?" Without waiting for Ling Hong to speak, Chen Cripple, who had been silent from beginning to end, finally spoke.

"Me?" Liu Wen was stunned.

"Hmm."

"I don't know." Liu Wen smiled bitterly and shook her head.

"Are you friends?" Chen Cripple said lightly.

"Reluctantly-" Liu Wen paused and said helplessly. "Sort of."

"Enter the house." Chen lame man drank all the spirits in a pot.

"Huh?"

"Enter the house." Chen lame closed the flask and put it in his arms. "Once in the house, they can't hurt you."

Chen's voice was hoarse, but his words were powerful.

Liu Wen stood in place in astonishment, not knowing what to do. Entering the house, she can indeed get temporary safety, but it will harm this blue-robed man who doesn't talk much, but has an extraordinary momentum. For a while, she really had a hard time choosing.

"Get in!" Chen Cripple said in a deep voice.

Liu Wen's heart trembled, and she was moved by this cold drink that was not loud, but the momentum was amazing, and she walked towards the gate of Han's house.

"Hmph. A dead cripple dares to spoil his aunt's good deeds? Get on her and get her out! Ling Hong scolded.

Liu Wen entered the house with her front foot, and the men in the suit followed her heels.

However, when the men in the suit were about to step in, the lame man Chen who was squatting on the bluestone bench shouted: "Intruder, die!" ”

The man in the green robe got up suddenly, and poured his anger into the green robe, King Kong was angry, and he was domineering!

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