On Li Changyan's mobile phone, there are videos of Wang Guizhi pleasing and catering to him when he opened a room with him.

Wang Guizhi was like being struck by lightning, and tears were surging down like water bursting the embankment.

"Do you like it?" Li Changyan pulled Wang Guizhi's hair hard, forcing her to raise her head, his eyes were gloomy, and he stared at Wang Guizhi who was in tears.

"Your son-in-law is so awesome, can I not leave behind? I'll tell you, follow me honestly, obediently, and I'll make sure you don't have anything. If you dare to come with me, it's a big deal.

Wang Guizhi, you remember to Lao Tzu, I am not the only one who has enjoyed these videos, as long as I don't contact my friends for a day, these videos will be scattered, and you know the consequences.

Now, if you don't want to suffer from flesh and skin, just kneel here for me to reflect, and remember to tell me when you figure it out. ”

Wang Guizhi stopped crying, hurriedly walked to Li Changyan, grabbed Li Changyan's thighs with both hands, and pleaded.

"I don't want money, let me go, I promise not to tell anyone, you have my handle, if those videos are spread, I won't have the face to live, so I won't tell anyone else. For the sake of the past, you let me go. ”

"Hehe, do you think you have what it takes to bargain with me? Let you go, where can I spend my money? Li Changyan slapped Wang Guizhi's red and swollen cheeks and said with a wicked smile, "You'd better pray that your precious daughter and that son-in-law, whom you regard as a waste, will still be willing to take money for you to squander." Help me get money, I'm comfortable, you will be comfortable, you can't get money, hum ......"

Wang Guizhi's spine is cold, like falling into an ice cave!

The half moon flies by.

Chen Lang's life is turbulent, but it is still not calm.

Fan Zhe is dead.

Feng Zijun also died.

The two of them died in the same way, their skin was wrinkled like tree bark, and their appearance was as decayed as an old man.

In other words, both of these eldest princes died of old age.

This kind of death is too weird and strange, but Fan Zhengdao and Feng Yinglong still blamed Chen Lang for their son's death for the first time.

The death of the only baby son is unknown, and the anger of Fan Zhengdao can be imagined, this old guy not only continued to buy murder, but also sent several waves of killers to assassinate the Chen family and the Li family respectively, and also used diplomatic means to put pressure on the relevant departments, demanding that Chen Lang and Li Kun, the adulterers and adulterers who murdered their fiancés, be severely punished.

Chen Lang was also invited to the bureau for tea twice, and later Lu Xiongtu and the Li family mediated, and finally acquitted him on the grounds of lack of evidence.

The reason why it didn't happen was not only because of Lu Xiongtu's huge connections and Li Chengru's identity as a well-known entrepreneur, but also because Chen Lang's own "halo" was too dazzling.

He has the super umbrella of Yanlong on his head, not to mention, he is also a genius of medical Taoism who is highly respected by the old divine doctor Sun Keats, and is known as a great hand in the apricot forest who can carry the Chinese medical Tao and sweep away the decline of Chinese medicine in his lifetime.

This kind of Chen Lang can be called a "treasure of hot summer", even if he wants to die, he may not agree with it.

As for those killers who are like tarsal bones, and there are waves every three or five times, they are purely food deliverers.

Fan Zhengdao's lonely shadow only hires a killer organization in the mundane world, and no matter how top the killer is, he is just an ordinary person. If you don't use a powerful heavy weapon of mass destruction, the killer who is an ordinary person can only deal with ordinary people, and it is difficult to pose a threat to the monks.

Maybe with his superb assassination skills, he can get rid of the Yellow Rank or the Xuan Rank, but for the monks of the upper and lower classes, these killers can only withstand the crushing of "one force to ten guis".

To deal with the Great Grandmaster of the Ground Rank, you can only use the Great Grandmaster of the Ground Rank, which is not an infallible iron law, but I have never heard of a single Ground Rank Master who died under the knife or spear of a mortal killer.

On the orders of Chen Lang, Yao Buqi, who sat in the Li family to protect Li Kun's father and daughter, never used a knife, and killed waves of killers who followed one after another, and the heads were rolling and bloody everywhere.

As for Tianfu No. 1, there is Ye Qiao, a Tianluo-level killer who can be called a female Shura, and these killers hired by Fan Zhengdao with a lot of money have basically not even stepped into the gate of Jinguan City, and they were inexplicably wiped by Ye Qiao's neck, and then destroyed their corpses.

Chen Lang has been closed all this time, hiding in the alchemy room like a mad demon, frantically refining the elixir and drawing talismans.

He has been looking forward to the arrival of the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, when this day comes, he leaves home for the first time, sits in the clean room of the exquisite small building, puts a pot of fairy drunk and a plate of peanuts, and waits for Dugu Qingtian's drive.

He waited from sunrise to sunset, from sunset to sunrise, and Dugu Qingtian never appeared.

The sword demon who should have been a promise broke the appointment.

From this day on, while taking care of alchemy and talisman making, he began to meditate and practice day and night.

He wanted to go to the Sealing Demon Mountain.

But unless Dugu Qingtian leads the way, otherwise, if you can't cultivate into the King Kong realm, you won't be able to enter the Sealed Demon Mountain.

Today, Chen Lang can't retreat anymore, because today is the first day of school, and he promised Yun Qiqi before that he would personally send the little girl to school.

Chen Lang originally planned to go out of the relationship and send her directly to the film or drama academy, or find a group of bright lines to match her and make her popular directly.

But Yun Qiqi didn't agree, and was determined to be down-to-earth, step by step, and strive for a place in the entertainment industry with his own efforts and strength.

Chen Lang thought that Yun Qiqi was high-spirited, but he didn't know that she was just reluctant to leave, whether it was film or drama school, she had to go to school in other places.

Seeing Yun Qiqi walk into the campus, Chen Lang sighed deeply, and whispered without looking back: "Protect Miss." ”

Two seconded Lu Jiahuwei lowered their heads and responded: "Yes! ”

At this moment, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket rang rapidly.

"Where? Come home, your sister-in-law fainted with fright. Ye Qiao said bluntly.

Chen Lang didn't ask in detail, and after returning home, Ye Qiao entered the alchemy room with a huge wooden box in each hand, followed by Lin Miaotong, who was pale and still pretending to be calm.

"If you have something to say, don't make a fool of yourself." Chen Lang said impatiently.

After Lu Xiongtu gloated and threw out the three-character proverb of Dugu Qingtian, his mood was always gloomy and he did not see the sun.

Lin Miaotong leaned closer to Chen Lang, and said in a trembling voice: "People...... Human heads, human heads, two human heads. ”

"Feng Yinglong came by express." Ye Qiao opened the wooden box as she spoke, and took out two human heads frozen by ice cubes from inside.

One is Feng Zijun, who is almost unrecognizable.

One is Feng Zitao, who was blown up by him and couldn't be a man.

Two brothers of the Feng family.

Feng Yinglong's only two sons.

In addition to the two hideous human heads, there was also a piece of sticky note paper soaked in ice water, and the handwriting on it was still clearly visible.

"You killed the old man's two sons, what do you take back? Chen Lang, the old man is hungry for your body, temper your body well, the old man can come and get it at any time! ”

In an instant, a chill rushed from the soles of my feet to my head......