Ning Que held the edge of the secret gold round table with one hand like a steel tong, his face did not change color, and he gently pulled it upward, and the secret gold round table rose from the ground, soaring in the air, hanging but not falling, and not moving.

Li Xiang sighed lightly, and then the depths of his pupils slowly gathered, and when he gathered into a dark point of light, he suddenly took a breath of cool air, his eyes gradually diluted, and the tower-like man, his body was a little shorter, and he said bitterly: "I might as well too." ”

Ning Que calmly and calmly landed on the dense gold round table, and the spider web-like cracks on the ground did not increase a bit.

"Brother Long"!

"Brother Long"!

.........

The other six people also seemed to have swallowed the egg whole, dumbfounded, that secret gold is at least more than a thousand catties! If the weight is light, how can this kind of strength belong to this weak and unruly boy?

That anger in my heart!

"Boy, treacherous as a fox, design a trap and wait for my brother to drill, it's too hateful, him. The short man's feet were really good, and he quietly stirred out a strong wind, which approached Ning Que's lower plate, his legs clicked and stirred like scissors, and the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, forcing Ning Que to retreat again and again.

Inside the inn, bang, bang, chairs made of deciduous wood turned into crumbs like papier-mâché.

Li Xianglong's body surged, and a yellow brilliance gushed out from his body, like yellow clothes, he took a few steps forward and rested in the middle, rippling, popping, countless footprints were imprinted on the yellow brilliance, and the brilliance was uncertain.

"Zhu You'an, that's enough. ”

The short man pushed the ground with one hand, and the whole thing stood upright, "Brother Long, this kid is cheating." ”

"It's just that my skills are not as good as others, and I, Li Xianglong, am not an unreasonable person, little brother, with a high surname?" Li Xianglong looked solemn.

"Desperate". Ning Que did not fall behind, and hugged his fists.

"Okay, the green mountains don't change, the green water flows forever, I'll wait another day to drink and talk. The seven of us have their own abilities, and we have done it again, let's go. Li Xianglong patted the folds on his shirt and resisted those few feet, although it was insignificant, it was inevitable that there was some pain.

Ning Que hooked up, pulled up the meat ball on the ground, put it on his back, leaving a lonely figure, Zhu Meng followed, his heart blossomed, such a person, he will definitely make a lot of achievements in the future, he deeply understands that the icing on the cake is not as good as sending charcoal in the snow, and now he assists him, if he gets ahead in the future, he can also be stained.

Zhu Meng thought back to himself and sighed deeply, twenty-three, the second order of spirit refining, he is still a servant, he has no credit, he does some rough work, and his future is bleak.

Walking into the secluded alley, Ning Que threw the meat ball along the alley, like a football, and only heard intermittent screams. Lin Yanyi only felt that the world was spinning, and the skin and flesh all over his body were rubbing violently, and many places were bruised, and the exposed skin and flesh were rubbed out with a lot of blood marks.

Like a shadow, a little heel, as if stepping on the foot brake, stuck the rolling Lin Yanyi, playfully looked at Lin Yanyi begging for mercy at his feet, and said in a high voice: "Ah Meng, you are at the entrance of the alley, pick it up, let's play football first, relax your muscles." With a kick and a scream, Lin Yanyi turned into a parabola and rolled away.

Zhu Meng didn't know what his intentions were, but since it was an adult's order, just do it, the strength under his feet is not small, with a click, the sound of bones shattering came out, and Lin Yanyi spirally rolled on the walls on both sides of the alley and hit back and forth.

After a pillar of incense, Ning Que listened to the faint sound of begging for mercy under his feet, the dying meat ball, and ravaged it with his feet again, before he let go of his feet, and the improper appearance of giggling and laughing, in the eyes of Lin Yanyi, who was swollen all over, was the devil's exposed fangs, and the yin and cold wind exposed at the corners of his mouth.

"Honestly, what is it that you are trying to rob the Lin family?" Ning Que lifted the meat ball, looked at each other, and waited for a few breaths, but did not respond.

After a pillar of incense, the ball of meat under his feet was a whole circle, and the alley was full of blood-colored scratches, if he hadn't seen the ball of meat still trembling and wriggling, I was afraid that I would have mistakenly thought that it had already died.

"What is it that you are robbing?" Ning Que did not carry a trace of emotion.

Lin Yan tried hard to open his mouth, but his mouth had already lost consciousness in the rolling, the flesh and blood on his mouth were blurred, his mouth was full of mud and sand, and his voice was already blurred.

Ning Que grabbed the rope joint, and with a flick, Lin Yanyi finally untied himself, his limbs were facing the sky, and he was paralyzed to the ground, his expression was already in a trance.

"What?"

Lin Yanyi felt as if his throat was blocked by a lead ball, and he couldn't speak, but the footsteps he vaguely heard in his ears were approaching, making his swollen face overflow with sweat stains, and when his footsteps stopped at the edge of his unkempt hair, he didn't know where he got the strength, turned over, reacted very quickly, bit his finger, and then wrote "jade" with blood on the ground, all in one go, and then fainted, unconscious.

Ning Que frowned, jade, what do you mean, isn't it a baby? A little upset, it shouldn't be too ruthless, like carrying a garbage bag, he lifted this person and dragged him away, and before leaving, he stepped on the blood letter, and the square inch size of the ground turned into gravel, and the handwriting had disappeared.

Zhu Meng became more and more confused, he didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd, but it was so meaningful, he didn't see any words clearly, and he knew that he shouldn't ask, so he was silent.

Walking into the yamen, Ning Que was observant, squinted at the wall, turned back quietly, pretended to be nothing, and threw it to Zhu Meng, "Prison, wait for Lord Yin to come back and make a decision." Without looking back, he paced towards Mulin Town.

On the wall of the yamen, a figure was revealed, it was Mu Yanrong, who followed Zhu Meng into the prison, but there was a little ominous in his heart, Lin Yanyi was unconscious, covered with scars, he may have been punished before, if he confided a few words, I am afraid that there will be a change.

It's better to start early, so as not to have endless troubles, there is a faint remorse in my heart, the original thought of benevolence, but also to find a scapegoat, so I didn't kill Lin Yanyi, but now the young man is not a fuel-efficient lamp, if you ask something, I am afraid of greed, and a death fight is inevitable.

However, in order to avoid regeneration twists and turns, this living mouth was extinguished first.

Because the people in the yamen were all withdrawn, the prison security was lax, and there were few people, so it was easy to sneak in, looking at the dirty walls and all kinds of torture tools, Zhu Meng was also a little impatient, and said a few words, after the cell head was locked, he turned around and left.

Mu Yanrong watched Zhu Meng go away, and hit the head of the cell in the neck with a hand knife...

Ning Que didn't move fast, he touched the three stitches on the belt of his trousers, and he had no choice but to use this trick, taking the lead in putting the amber jade into his mouth, so as not to have unpredictable accidents during the fight.

The sky had already darkened, Ning Que jumped into the Lin Mansion, and sneaked into the main room, sure enough, there was a pink mist inside, and the thick musk made Ning Que, who was as hard as a stone, couldn't help but lose his mind, grabbed his trouser leg, twisted it, and used the severe pain to wake up a little.

On the bed, wearing a belly pocket, Mu Yanrong, who had finished bathing, had been waiting for Ning Que's favor for a long time, waiting for Ning Que's pampering, a piece of white flowers, extraordinarily enchanting, Yingying in the water, looking at the skin that could pinch out the water, her eyes were instantly red after struggling for a while, and she didn't even take off her clothes, and she had already pounced in three or two steps, turning into a hungry wolf.

The corners of Mu Yanrong's mouth overflowed with disdain, the ruthlessness in the corners of her eyes flashed, holding the pressed body, her heart sneered, and her jade hand swam towards the back of her neck.

Ning Que entered the play perfectly, her mouth was full of saliva, kissing the pitiful jade face, and her hands wrapped around her back.

The two of them were shocked in an instant, the cold air was close to their heads, but no one hesitated or dodged, the brave won when they met on a narrow road, one step was poor, one step was poor, and no one dared to retreat easily.

Ning Que had the intention of abolishing her arms, after all, the ghostly divine knife was nowhere to be found, and the moves were weird, and it was impossible to prevent it, so he planned to abolish her arms and counter her.

She also had this thought, and directly planned to subdue Ning Que, and then in Xu Xutuzhi, the two coincided.

Click, click, three rings.

Ning Que's back cervical vertebrae seemed to be slashed with a knife and axe, and his neck seemed to be cut off, and the feeling of a knife slashing rushed towards his brain, his eyes turned black, and he gradually lost consciousness, and his whole person was sore and weak, but the sharp pain in his spine pulled him out of the dark little house.

On the other hand, Mu Yanrong burst into tears, and the spring on her face instantly turned into a hideous twist, and her miserable and resentful legs kicked Ning Que off the bed fiercely, and she rolled around.

Ning Que breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, this kick, the falling injury that rolled down finally forcibly pulled him out of the black room, with a stain, he looked at the red and pink skeleton with an expressionless face, and struggled to support his body, but he could hold it repeatedly, his arms just didn't obey the call, as if he was stepping on stilts, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell to the ground again and again.

Mu Yanrong on the bed straightened up, her arms were deformed backwards, her face was pale, and she said in a sinister voice: "Absolute adult, sure enough, I underestimated you, it seems that you also know the baby, but now you can't stand up, how can you fight with the slave family?"

Ning Que didn't hear it, the pain of breaking at the back of his neck seemed to have cut off his nerves, the beads of sweat on his face fell, and his face was like a blank piece of paper, but the stubbornness of not admitting defeat insisted on not falling and not fainting, his feet kept trembling, his hands were crooked again and again, and the sweat was already covered with his white face.

Mu Yanrong was barefoot, wearing shorts, jumped down, leaned on the edge of the bed, held her hands, clicked and twisted, and changed sides, trying to raise her arms, but unfortunately she still couldn't make a move, and naturally hung down, soft, and bruised and blue at the joints.

Looking at Ning Que, who was still struggling and wanted to recover, his expression was blank, his white jade legs turned into a quick axe, and he was slashed and slashed, and Ning Que was beaten and spat blood, and he had no power to fight back.

A hook leg kicked Ning Que's jaw, and instantly did a somersault, smashing on the jade incense burner, with a clang, I don't know what material it was, and the pink powder was scattered all over the ground, sneering at the pink mist.

Ning Que was already panting fiercely, taking a few breaths, and beating his spirits, the illusion of fluttering immortals was a little heavier, his eyes were blurred, the blood stains on the corners of his mouth spread to the neckline, and his face was a little drunk.

Mu Yanrong found that Ning Que had no power to fight back, so she finally put her mind at ease, exhaled, and felt that it was inappropriate, and hit her several times in a row, the blue light flashed on her feet, and she stepped heavily on Ning Que's chest. Then he turned around, picked up the sheet with one foot, put it in his mouth, and sat cross-legged on the bed as if no one was around, slowly recovering.