Chapter Forty-Seven: Ru Mao Drinks Blood
Yan Zhenyu smiled secretly, the plan went smoothly, everything went according to his imagination. Little by little, the stupid people began to believe in the two faces of the two.
The Mountain King laughed.
Ah Liang was so anxious that he stomped his feet.
"Especially this man, his kung fu is very high!"
He squatted in front of Yan Zhenyu and looked at Yan Zhenyu who was tied up, and asked him suspiciously: "My brother said that you can do martial arts, do you really know?" β
This smile made the King of the Mountain even more confused, what kind of road is this?
"No matter, if you two want to come and get the cake, let's put you down first, if you want to come and get the Tianshan Snow Lotus, we can't let you take it back, so do you want to take the cake or the Tianshan Snow Lotus?"
In an emergency, the Mountain King would naturally protect himself, he immediately pulled out the sword on his little brother's body, and then stabbed at Feng Muqiu.
"Yo, it seems that he is really a kung fu master, it seems that he is really playing with this king? You obviously have kung fu, why do you pretend to be so weak? Still want to sneak attack? β
The brothers leaped for joy.
The two of them returned to the firewood room and fell into darkness.
"I see what you mean, but does it really work? You didn't hear them say that they wanted to make us soup, if Tianshan Snow Lotus hadn't seen it, we would have already made soup by him, what should we do? β
Although Feng Muqiu is used to being a female killer, his logic is still not as good as Yan Zhenyu, he is more clever, and Feng Muqiu is not uninformed.
Just wait to see how the situation develops, will it be like what Yan Zhenyu said, the group of thieves will increasingly think that they and Yan Zhenyu are not in danger, and then generously show the Tianshan Snow Lotus in front of them.
"Seriously, there are still many ways to get back the Tianshan Snow Lotus, you are not anyone, we will send a few more people to surround and suppress them."
Feng Muqiu was bored, so he chatted.
Yan Zhenyu had his own plans in his heart, he and Feng Muqiu could stay alone for a while, although this idea was very naΓ―ve, but it did take root in his heart. He knew that there would be no danger when he went up the mountain this time, but it was one more interesting thing for him and Feng Muqiu to go up the mountain alone and deal with this group of stupid thieves alone. If Zhenpai's own subordinates solve this matter, life will be boring without life.
But it's not the way to the front hall, so the two of them secretly understand in their hearts that they probably moved themselves elsewhere, maybe it's really the kitchen.
"Look at them, and in a moment, we're going to bake and eat them in front of our brothers."
The people in the kitchen were just doing their own things and cooking, but they didn't move the two of them at all, but their eyes were also on them, so Feng Muqiu and Yan Zhenyu couldn't leave without permission, so they could only sit on the edge of the stove obediently.
Feng Muqiu sighed on the way.
"Shut up, little girl, if you dare to speak again, I'll cut off your mouth and make wine."
Cut off the mouth to make wine, and I don't know who wins and who loses.
Feng Muqiu saw that the person who attacked him that day, that is, Ah Liang was also sitting in that more important position, it seems that he also holds a position that is not low in this cottage, no wonder he will lead so many people to attack the inn that day to rob the property.
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