"Zixian?" Zhao Yueru, who had been in grief, didn't care about this at all a few days ago.

Only now did he suddenly react, saying that he felt strange in the past two days, although his mother's name was Lin Zixian, it was right that Uncle Peng Yuan respectfully called her Mrs.

"It's so strange!" but the thought only flashed in the girl's mind, and she didn't care.

Father and mother sincerely treat Uncle Peng Yuan as a family, he used to call the old lady politely, and he was blamed by his father and mother many times, but he has always insisted.

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Zhao Yueru's dining room is next to the living room, but a bluestone staircase is used to distinguish between the two, and a huge double painting is framed in the center of the living room.

Seeing Bai Feiping staring at the portrait, Zhao Yueru introduced in a low voice: "This painting is my mother and my father." ”

After a little hesitation, the girl continued: "It was painted by Uncle Peng Yuan, since he was injured, his only hobby is painting, when I was young, I heard my grandfather praise him for his talent in this area." ”

Bai Feiping nodded, the portrait was indeed lifelike, especially the baroness, whose charm was vividly expressed.

Soon, on the quaint and generous long square table, Peng Yuan diligently served meals for everyone.

The dishes were very simple, almost all of them were light and delicious vegetables, but in the end, when Peng Yuan added a glass of wheat wine to everyone's meal, the baroness was slightly stunned.

Without waiting for her to ask, Peng Yuan explained with a smile: "Zixian, it doesn't matter, Yueru has grown up." Besides, drinking a little can also help her feel better. ”

Looking at her daughter's haggard face, the baroness nodded silently.

Seeing the baroness's approval, a subtle smile swept across the corner of Peng Yuan's mouth.

He raised his glass to Bai Feiping and said: "Feiping, you have worked so hard these days, my uncle would like to express my most sincere thanks with this glass of water and wine, and please forgive my uncle for his rudeness when we first met!"

Bai Feiping was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly raised his glass.

He didn't have any opinion on Peng Yuan here, and he had always really regarded him as Zhao Yueru's uncle, after all, Zhao Yueru didn't have the leisure to explain anything to him these days.

After drinking a glass of wine, Bai Feiping was also secretly happy.

Fortunately, when I designed my full-body armor for myself, I took this situation into account and made a small flap at the mouth of the mask. Now, under the cover of his hands, he has finally coped with this hurdle.

Although the grief in my heart has not been reduced by half a point, after all, I have been hungry for so many days, and everyone has quickly eaten up a table of food, and a large cup of wheat wine has also been drunk cleanly.

Peng Yuan did not diligently clean up the dishes and chopsticks as usual, but smiled slightly, took out a big cigar out of nowhere, and lit it leisurely.

stared blankly at the big eye circles that spit out of Peng Yuan's mouth.

This unusual behavior made the baroness's head a little confused. However, before she could ask anything, a whirling sensation came unstoppably.

"Bang bang bang!" three times.

Without warning, Zhao Yueru's mother and daughter and Peng Yuan fell to the ground from the chair together, and the person was completely unconscious.

"Ah......" turned into elbows and armpits, Bai Feiping reflexively exclaimed, and the person immediately bounced up, and rushed towards Zhao Yueru's side.

But in the next moment, Bai Feiping came to his senses, he had been baptized by the fatigue bombardment of various dramas in the 21st century, and finally did not lose his face at the last moment.

He stumbled a few steps, and then fell completely with a "bang!"

For a while, the whole restaurant seemed silent, only the firewood in the closet made a sound of "beep, beep ......" because of the violent burning.

For a long time, just when Bai Feiping's patience was about to be exhausted, Peng Yuan, who was also "unconscious", suddenly turned over and stood up.

At this point, the graceful calm on his face was gone—only the hideousness and madness of his face remained.

"Phew! Look up at this kid, that is, a stunned young man!"

"Harming Lao Tzu to perform for so long, you deserve to die!"

"Boy, don't blame me!" Out of nowhere, he took out a sharp dagger, and Peng Yuan stabbed Bai Feiping's throat viciously, where there happened to be a crack between the helmet and the breastplate.

"It's just weird, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door in hell for you to break into!"

But the next moment, Peng Yuan's cruel smile turned into consternation, the dagger was stuck in the crack and could not be entered, but a pair of big hands like iron tongs tightly choked his throat.

Peng Yuan's mouth "ho ho" sounded, he wanted to speak but couldn't say anything, his face was red.

The dagger didn't know where to throw it for a long time, and only the remaining right hand was desperately pulling the big hand like iron tongs, and the whole body was struggling frantically.

Earlier, Peng Yuan had the strength of a junior swordsman, but since his arm injury, he has been disheartened and depressed, but this strength is gone.

Now in the hands of Bai Feiping, there is no resistance.

After Bai Feiping took advantage of the situation to stand up, Peng Yuan's face was already purple, his eyes were bulging, and even his tongue was slightly sticking out.

Bai Feiping shook his head and sighed slightly, but he couldn't just strangle him to death. However, I have seen too much of the reversal of the plot, be cautious, and not give the enemy the slightest chance, which is the style that Bai Feiping has always advocated.

In Peng Yuan's frightened gaze, several strands of steel wires stretched out silently from Bai Feiping's body, tying Peng Yuan from head to toe in an instant.

Looking at the dense wire rope with satisfaction, Bai Feiping relieved his heart and let go of the hand that was holding Peng Yuan's throat.

"Ahem, cough, cough, cough ......" Peng Yuan, whose throat was liberated, immediately coughed wildly.

During this period, Bai Feiping didn't care about him, but went over to check the situation of Zhao Yueru's mother and daughter.

Fortunately, the breathing of the two of them is very smooth and even, and their faces are also normal, basically no different from falling asleep, and it seems that the danger is not great.

Bai Feiping, who had a little bottom in his heart, leaned the mother and daughter on the chair together.

After doing all this, Bai Feiping looked at Peng Yuan coldly, and when he almost came back to his senses, the sound of gold and iron clashing came out in the castle for the first time: "Antidote." ”

"You can talk! Dog thing!" Peng Yuan was stunned, and then laughed wildly: "Hahaha! Fuck, I hunt geese all day long, but today I was pecked by a goose!"

"Antidote. There was still no emotion in the sound of the clash of gold and iron.

"Phew, boy, don't think that you will eat Lao Tzu, you will die!" Peng Yuan roared fearlessly: "Do you know who the master is helping to do? ”

"Scum!" Bai Feiping squeezed out two words from between his teeth. With these two words, a spike abruptly stretched out from his forehead, slowly but very firmly piercing towards Peng Yuan's eyes.

The spikes shimmered with a faint black light, like a fierce spirit that chose to devour people.

"Ahhh......h In fact, I don't blame him, I can only say that his courage back then has long disappeared with the passage of time.

When the black spike pierced Peng Yuan's left eyelid and there was a slight tingling pain, Peng Yuan's psychological defense finally collapsed.

"Stop, stop...... Peng Yuan shouted hoarsely: "This is a mixed drug, no antidote is needed, and I will naturally wake up after an hour." ”

"Whoosh. The steel spike retracted quickly, and Bai Feiping decided to believe in this Peng Yuan for the time being, after all, an hour is still very fast.

With the retraction of the steel thorns, Peng Yuan, who was on the verge of psychological collapse, thought that Bai Feiping finally had some scruples and did not dare to start, thinking of the backer behind him, his cheeky temperament suddenly arose, and he scolded: "Bastard! Dog mongrel! A pair of dog men and women! Blame me for being soft-hearted and leaving you ......!"

A dignified man, at this moment, actually scolded the street like a shrew, people! Once he loses his discipline, he will become unlimited.

Bai Feiping's anger rose sharply in his heart, and he pulled a rag by the dining table and stuffed it into Peng Yuan's stinky mouth, and the whole world was finally quiet.

About an hour later.

Zhao Yueru's mother and daughter woke up almost at the same time, and the two of them who had just woken up were a little dazed for a while. Where are the two of them?

However, at this moment, Peng Yuan, who was already quiet, struggled violently and let out a series of "whining ......" sounds.

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