"Hua Ye," Song Songming already knew about Monk Hua from Song Ziqiao's phone, "I don't know how my son offended Hua Ye?" ”

Monk Hua did not speak, but looked at Li Muchen.

Li Muchen said coldly: "What did he do, you ask him yourself." I gave him half an hour to call for help, and now the time is almost up, you give me a reason not to kill him, if you can't give it, I'm going to do it. ”

Song Songming knew that this young man sitting on the sofa was the protagonist.

"I don't know which young master of the Qian family this is?"

Song Songming saw that the flower monk was very respectful to Li Muchen, so he naturally regarded Li Muchen as a member of the Qian family.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, since the other party asked him to give a reason not to kill, it means that he can open conditions.

Moreover, the people of the Qian family have always been known for their elegant and gentlemanly family style, except for the notoriously difficult Miss Qian, everyone else is still reasonable and easy to speak.

"He doesn't have the surname Qian, he's a friend of our Miss Qian." Monk Hua helped explain.

Song Songming breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he was relying on the prestige of Miss Qian, and it was easy to do it if he wasn't a member of the Qian family.

"How much money do you want, just say it." Song Songming said.

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Li Muchen looked at him coldly: "This reason is not valid, there is not much time left, you can't say a reason, or there is no other person to save your son, I will kill him." ”

"Ten million!" Song Songming said.

Li Muchen glanced at the wall clock on the wall: "There are still three minutes." ”

"Fifty million!" Song Songming amplified his voice, he felt that 50 million was enough to tempt such a young man.

"Two minutes left."

"100 million, how's that?"

Li Muchen was silent and didn't pay attention to it anymore.

Song Songming frowned, if he wasn't afraid of Monk Hua, he wouldn't want to talk to such an arrogant young man.

"Two hundred million!"

"Young man, don't go too far, don't think I dare not touch you."

"There's a minute left." Li Muchen said.

"Hmph, you forced me."

This sentence was said by Song Songming to the flower monk.

He took a step back, and the two bodyguards who came with him stepped forward, each with a pistol in their hands.

Monk Hua couldn't help frowning.

Someone dared to pull out a gun in front of him, this kind of thing has not happened for a long time.

Two gunners, at such a close distance, he could easily solve it.

But Song Songming brought a total of six bodyguards, and the other four surrounded Song Songming and Song Ziqiao in the middle, their hands in their pockets, apparently also carrying guns.

Monk Hua was not sure that he would kill six gunmen at once.

He glanced at Li Muchen, if Li Muchen cooperated with him and the two of them shot together, it should be possible.

But Li Muchen sat on the sofa, looking indifferent, just staring at the clock on the wall.

Monk Hua was secretly surprised in his heart, wasn't he even afraid of bullets?

With the gun, Song Ziqiao, who was still crying in fright just now, instantly became bolder, and returned to his true character as a bully.

"Hahahaha, stinky boy, I'm calling you crazy! No matter how good your kung fu is, can you be better than a bullet? If you want to kill Young Master Ben, in the next life! Hahaha......"

Li Muchen finally withdrew his gaze from the clock on the wall and said, "I originally thought that a rich kid like you could call a few powerful friends over, such as the young master of the Yuan family or something, it seems that I overestimated you." When the time comes, you can all die. ”

"Stinky boy, what are you crazy about, Lao Tzu wants you to kneel and drink Lao Tzu's urine for a while!"

Song Ziqiao screamed wildly.

After all, Song Songming was an old man, and he saw that something was wrong, and ordered his subordinates: "Shoot, kill them, I am responsible." ”

However, at the same time as the bodyguard fired, Li Muchen also made a move.

Shots rang out, bullets came out of the chamber.

Li Muchen raised his hand.

Thin lines of light appeared in the air, like lightning and glowing vines, spreading in the air.

In the whole room, time seemed to stand still, the space had frozen, and even the bullets were stuck in mid-air.

Only the light continues to spread, wrapping around the people.

Song Songming and the people he brought, as well as Song Ziqiao's subordinates, were all entangled in the light.

Monk Hua found that he had no consciousness except consciousness, and he couldn't move.

He saw Li Muchen stand up, walk to the center of the room, gently pinch the bullet that stayed there with his hand, and discard it in the trash can on the side.

Then, Li Muchen stretched out his palm and shook it gently.

The lines of light shrank violently.

With a bang, the person entangled in the light instantly disappeared.

The space flickered on and off, and the feeling of time standing still disappeared again.

Everything is back to normal.

Song Ziqiao, who was arrogantly shouting that Li Muchen's life was worse than death just now, was stupid.

In the blink of an eye, his father Song Songming was gone, and Song Songming's subordinates, as well as his subordinates, were also gone.

Now, he's alone.

Li Muchen turned back to Ma Shan and said, "Brother Ma Shan, this person has given it to you." ”

Ma Shan nodded, picked up a fruit knife from the coffee table, and the strong killing intent that had been stagnant for a long time poured out of his eyes.

……

Monk Hua was eager to lend his knife to Ma Shan.

Because the fruit knife was too blunt, if he used his quick knife, Song Ziqiao might be able to die a little faster and a little less painful.

Of course, Monk Hua would not pity people like Song Ziqiao.

He was still immersed in the shock of Li Muchen's murder just now.

After experiencing this day, Monk Hua felt that the first half of his life had been in vain.

Before, he was still strongly impulsive, wanting to worship Li Muchen as a teacher, and wanting to give Qian Xintong to Li Muchen.

But now, Monk Hua feels that he is not worthy, and Qian Xintong may not be worthy.

Although it was harder to admit these two points, more uncomfortable than killing him, he still had to admit it.

Monk Hua suddenly figured out a lot of things, and after saying goodbye to Li Muchen, he didn't go back to Qian's house to find Qian Xintong, but went straight to Tianzhu Temple, knelt in front of Master Zhiren, repented of the past, and decided to take refuge in Buddhism from now on.

Seeing his sincerity, Zhi Ren accepted him as an apprentice and gave him the Dharma name "No Flower".

Since then, Qiantang has one less flower monk and one more flowerless monk.

……

Li Muchen didn't know that he had inadvertently ignited the flower monk.

After leaving the Lan Mansion, he and Ma Shan sent Zhang Yanyan home together.

Zhang Yanyan's soul needs to be appeased, and Li Muchen can't help with this, so he can only leave it to Ma Shan.

Taking advantage of the night, Li Muchen rushed to Yuan's house.

It's time to teach the Yuan family a lesson.

Let them know that if they still have to make small moves behind their backs, then they won't even have the opportunity to fight head-on in the mall.