This stack of banknotes is at least two or three thousand yuan.

Probably like the hundreds of thousands of dollars in the 21st century, it has great temptation. Half of the offense has been done, and it is nothing more than one more crime, and it may not necessarily be discovered, and several people are starting to move.

Mother Zhao looked at her niece from Kyoto dumbfounded, which could be called terrifying. She is now willing to fulfill the promise she made to Lu Xiaoya, but she is afraid that she will be powerless, and the situation is beyond her control.

Ling Xiang smiled proudly, and said the most cruel words in the most innocent tone: "I can't see anything too bloody, so let's dig a pit together, and then bury her in it, and all the money will be yours." ”

As she spoke, she scattered more cash from her bag and scattered it all over the ground.

A few people who were still hesitant just now all showed greed, and in an instant, you pushed me to beat and scramble to pick up money, and the scene was once funny.

Isn't the weakness of human nature due to money and greed?

They're just ordinary people.

Ling Xiang smiled contemptuously: "Don't rob it, after the matter is completed, I will give you more rewards!" The most important thing in my family is money. ”

"Crazy, crazy ......" Zhao's mother looked incredulous.

Ling Xiang approached her and said, "Auntie, we are grasshoppers on a vine now, you want to quit, it's too late." ”

The swallow was casually rested on the ground, and Lu Xiaoya knelt beside her, her eyes full of pity and worry, but she didn't rush to call her name.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaoya stood up, raised her eyes, and smiled at Ling Xiang unexpectedly, that smile was a little mocking and pitying: "Ling Xiang, you have done so much, it is all in vain. Even without me, Wei Zeyang will never like you. You are arrogant and vicious, inconsistent on the outside, ugly in your heart, selfish, do you think you are worthy of Wei Zeyang? ”

"Shut up!"

The innocence and sweetness on Ling Xiang's face were completely torn, her face was distorted instantly, and her eyes showed hatred: "You shameless slut and fox spirit, you go to die!" Brother Wei won't know it's me! Only I am worthy of him, and neither of you can be! ”

"yes, I think you're making a fool of yourself. No matter how good the relationship between your family and the Wei family is, you said with a shy face in Kyoto that she was Wei Zeyang's fiancée, but it was exposed by Zeyang, and no one in the Beijing circle is laughing at you, but shameless! If I were you, I would just hide at home and don't go out, so as not to discredit my parents...... Wei Zeyang will not marry you in this life or the next life, let alone look at you more, because he loves me, and he is the only one in his heart! He will avenge me, and your fate will be a hundred, thousand, ten thousand times worse than mine! You can never fight me, you are a failed woman! ”

Lu Xiaoya did not hesitate to say derogatory words, and used all the ugly words on her, and her face was ridiculed and ridiculed and contemptuous, and even the other people present felt provoked and irritated when they heard it, not to mention the person concerned, Ling Xiang.

At this time, Ling Xiang's face was gloomy and resentful, her jealousy and anger had overcome all reason.

She rushed to Lu Xiaoya excitedly, her eyes were red and bloody, and she quickly pinched Lu Xiaoya's neck: "No, no, you slut!" You shut up! Die! ”

Lu Xiaoya took more than a dozen steps back, until the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, she was forced to stalk her neck, tilt her head, her green tendons protruded, and her eyes stared at each other deadly.

She said with difficulty: "You...... Dream ......"

Ling Xiang's nails were long and hard, even embedded in the surrounding skin, and she herself had fallen into a daze, completely forgetting her original plan, her fingertips were getting closer and closer, her eyes were red and dark, and the fierce light was revealed.

No matter how weak a woman in anger looks, the power she can burst out cannot be underestimated.

The others stared blankly, not trying to help or meddle.

If someone takes action on their own, no one will have much to do.

Lu Xiaoya's face had turned blue-purple, and if she couldn't breathe any more fresh air, she would fall into a coma.

She felt her breath getting weaker and weaker, and her eyes were getting darker and darker...... The rope in his hand was almost untied......

At this time, Ling Xiang's eyes had reached the point of madness, his face was hideous, like a demon in hell, and he cursed in his mouth: "You give me death!" ”

Suddenly, her hand could not move.

The wrist was restrained by a huge force, and a sharp pain hit.

Wei ...... Brother Wei? "Write a book

Ling Xiang's face was wonderful, and the viciousness that she didn't have time to take back was hanging naked ~ after all, which was very funny, but she explained in horror: "It's not what you see, Brother Wei-"

Lu Xiaoya saw that Ling Xiang hadn't even finished speaking, and was thrown out by Wei Zeyang mercilessly.

She was already slender, and her whole body floated up like a broken flocculent, cutting an arc in mid-air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, countless small stones cut through her delicate skin, including her face, and several wounds oozed blood instantly.

Ling Xiang burst into tears and snot in pain, she had never seen Wei Zeyang so ruthless, and she had never been treated so badly, she was aggrieved and embarrassed, and then stared at the culprit Lu Xiaoya viciously.

All of this is thanks to her!

Lu Xiaoya covered her neck and coughed dryly several times before she was a little relieved.

"I'm late." Wei Zeyang held her anxiously.

Lu Xiaoya raised her head and met a pair of eyes full of concern and self-blame, Fang felt that the strength of her whole body was empty, the pain in her limbs and body became more and more intense, and her nose couldn't help but be sour, "If you don't come again, you won't be able to see me......"

When the words fell, she found that there was a heavy cry in her voice, and it was accompanied by a hint of coquettishness.

It turned out that subconsciously she was dependent on Wei Zeyang, no matter how strong a woman is, she always has a fragile side and needs a pair of strong arms.

Wei Zeyang has never let her down!

But she doesn't regret her decision, if she hadn't gone to the appointment alone, I'm afraid Mother Zhao wouldn't have let her see Yanzi at all, and the adventure was inevitable!

"How could I have left you and the swallows behind? Don't worry, I'll leave it to me. Wei Zeyang soothed softly, the palm holding her back gradually tightened, and when he saw a few eye-catching scratches on Lu Xiaoya's neck, a burst of cold blades popped out of his eyes.

Suddenly, he turned his head, his breath was gloomy, and his ice-pick-like gaze swept over everyone one by one.

Not to mention a female generation like Zhao's mother, even the three men obviously have a sense of being in the wilderness, suddenly targeted by a fierce lion, as if there is a creepy and exciting feeling of being hunted at any time.

This man is really terrible!

Although his appearance has nothing to do with being terrible, and even has a bit of a Sven little white face, he has that self-respecting momentum, which is extremely impressive.

"The woman who bullied me, no one wants to get out of it today!" His eyes narrowed slightly, then they opened suddenly, shooting out like ice slag.

As soon as these words came out, the three men knew that the other party was a ruthless character, and they would definitely not let them go, and after making eye contact with each other, the three of them dispersed and half-surrounded Wei Zeyang.

After Wei Zeyang let go of Lu Xiaoya, he rolled up his sleeves and directly attacked him with one enemy and three enemies.

The thugs hired by Zhao's mother were originally practitioners, and there were some levels, but Wei Zeyang didn't get any bargains at first, but was entangled by them, and he couldn't play his real level.

Several times, Lu Xiaoya was terrified, afraid that this punch would hurt him.

Fortunately, Wei Zeyang basically avoided it, but in hand-to-hand combat, there were always a few hits that he couldn't dodge.

After about five or six minutes, Wei Zeyang gradually gained the upper hand, took the weakest knife first, and kicked him to the ground with a sharp blow, whimpering and crying out in pain. When the other two saw that the situation was not good, they lost their confidence, and they were afraid.

Wei Zeyang's fists and feet were full of strength, and his desperate style of play was ruthless, which did not give them time to slow down and think, and the two of them retreated one after another, and finally were beaten to the ground, unable to move.

"Are you still fighting?"

“……”

These people's eyes are full of fear, their skills are not as good as others, where will they continue to fight.

Wei Zeyang wiped the blood stains on his lips and looked at Zhao's mother with solemn eyes: "What about you?" ”

Mother Zhao was so frightened that she trembled all over, her legs suddenly became weak, she couldn't stand up at all, and begged for mercy with a pale face: "Don't, don't hit me." ”