Zheng Qian thought that this must be Qian Bojun or the young master of Zhang Fugui's family, so he was defenseless, squatted down with a smile, and hugged Ye Lin: "That's right! Who told you that? ”

Ye Lin had a strange smile on his face: "I don't need others to tell me, I look at you like it." ”

"Look at me like?" Zheng Qianyi asked curiously, "Where did you see it from me?" ”

Ye Lin looked at him and said slowly, "On the face! ”

"Face? Do I have words written on my face? What words are written? Is it a nobleman? Zheng Qianyi felt more and more that this child was cute, and he would be obedient and flattering at such a young age.

Ye Lin's smile became more and more cute, and he shook his head with a smile: "It's not a nobleman, it's a traitor." ”

Zheng Qianyi's smile suddenly froze on his face.

"You, whose child are you?"

Ye Lin's smile was still bright: "You put your ears together, I'll tell you." ”

Zheng Qian hesitated, but still leaned his ear over.

Ye Lin put his mouth to his ear and said slowly, "I'm Balu. ”

"Eight ways?" Zheng Qian looked at him in surprise, but then he smiled dumbly: "Little brat, you are so naughty, your parents will spank you if you know this." ”

Ye Lin shook his head: "They won't spank me, and they will let me cut off the traitor's head and kick it as a ball." ”

Zheng Qian's face changed suddenly: "Little kid......"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Lin stretched out his hand and pinched his throat.

"Little ......" Zheng Qian suddenly felt that his throat was pinched, and it was difficult to breathe.

He quickly reached out to pull the hand away.

But this little hand, which looked soft, was like an iron tong, firmly gripping his throat.

He tried his best to pull away.

"You...... You, what the hell are you......" Zheng Qianyi said in horror.

Ye Lin smiled, and smiled even brighter.

"Didn't I tell you just that? You don't believe it. ”

Zheng Qian's eyes widened, and his eyeballs were about to bulge.

"You, you're really, really eight...... Eight-way? ”

Ye Lin nodded: "That's right, it's like a fake." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly let go.

Zheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and he gasped heavily, as if someone had just drowned and was pulled out of the water.

At this time, Ye Lin said: "Hey, traitor, put me down!" ”

Zheng Qian was stunned one by one, and only then did he realize that one of his hands had been holding Ye Lin.

The other party wants his own life, but he still holds others all the time.

Isn't this a bit of a brain water?

Zheng Qian's face suddenly showed a fierce light, and he lifted Ye Lin high, and he was about to slam it to the ground.

But as soon as he was about to fall, he felt that Ye Lin in his hand suddenly disappeared.

Then, before he could react, a man rode around his neck.

"Okay, traitor, how dare you attack me?" Ye Lin touched his body, and suddenly there was an extra knife in his hand.

Without saying a word, just take a knife and slash it in his ear!

"Ah......" Zheng Qian was about to cry out in pain, but Ye Lin pinched his mouth.

Blood flowed and ears fell to the ground.

Zheng Qian struggled in pain, but Ye Lin rode on his neck and didn't move.

"Don't earn it, earn it again, Lao Tzu cut off your other ear!" Ye Lin said lightly, and put the knife on Zheng Qianyi's other ear again.

Zheng Qian was stunned for a moment, letting the blood flow and the pain was unbearable, but he didn't dare to scream.

"Master, Grandpa Balu, what are you going to do?"

Ye Lin smiled: "It's very simple, call the guards outside in, remember, don't play tricks, if you dare to play tricks, I will kill you!" ”

Zheng Qianyi was so frightened at this time that he dared to play any tricks.

Honestly, he pulled the door open a crack and poked out half of his head.

The guards outside turned their heads: "Special Envoy Zheng, is there something wrong?" ”

As he spoke, he asked suspiciously, "Special Envoy Zheng, what's wrong with you?" Why is your face so ugly? ”

Zheng Qian said wholeheartedly: Why don't you cut off one of your ears and try it, do you look good?

But he said, "It's okay, come here." He retracted his head as he spoke.

The guards hurriedly walked over.

As soon as I entered the door, I was startled.

Zheng Qianyi stood there, covering his right ear with one hand, and his hands, body, and face were all covered in blood.

"Special Envoy Zheng, what's wrong?" The guards were taken aback and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

But Zheng Qian looked behind him with a strange expression.

The guards seemed to realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly tried to turn around.

But it was too late.

"Hey, don't move, put your hands up!"

There was a milky voice behind him.

Is it a child?

The guards breathed a sigh of relief, whose children were so naughty, and actually came here to play.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a little boy standing in front of him.

But!

He actually has a gun in his hand!

The guard was stunned for a moment: "Little brat, whose child are you?" Put the gun down, this thing isn't fun, and if you don't get it right, you'll die. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and snatched the gun from Ye Lin's hand.

But as soon as his hand reached over, Ye Lin grabbed his wrist.

Then the body flipped!

Syllable! The guard was thrown directly on the back and fell to the ground solidly.

Then, before he could get up, a small foot was already on his chest.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at his head.

"Don't move!"